Eastern High School - Punch and Judy Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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THe EASTERNER Published Five Times @ Year by the Students of ASTERN HIGH SCHOOL, WASHINGTON, D.C, : VOL. XXIII WASHINGTON, D.C, MAY, 1920 NO 4 Editorial Staff. Humphrey Walsh . Helen Black Grace Welsch Helen Weigel SO pc GO WOMB OU Ale Mae Jones ....+++-Charles Lanham Editor-in-Chief Assistant Editor Literary Editor’: .398¢-h st = -7e- 22007 7higa, mila? Assistant Literary Editor Verse. ssecccesretertet lusanl Baitor satvjebiiesmeereamc es marae ea aeny Florence Boteler Military Notes cesisve se euscy + aha aicnanin amen Clarence Parker School- News isusseeses hese me eessey cea ea Austin Snavely George Havenne) PLT ICH te Sasa ae GENO ON ONIO OOO IRD OG IS 7 { Benjamin Simot Scarchead udeswaver seed sewer SscR seit ee Robert Benner Exchange oii sseeotecrcsecsssecssccssives sec. wees eee. Julia Diggins Girls’: C]ubS vic oars oe dele ove se winis, » Captiate geese Basi o)e e Mary McKenzie Business Staff. Manager vescputitescs cyenueseem out ieee . Lester Engel Advertising Manager ..-.+-++s++eeersesstseret: George Havenner Circulation Manager ..+..-+++++eesrrse' teegences William Furey Staff Typists. Mary Motherwell. Cecile Freeman. Florence Boteler. By Subscription, $1.00 a Year. By Mail, $1.25, Single Copies, 25 Cents,

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THE EASTERNER 9 and I looked at each other in consterna- tion, “That senile old idiot,” said Anderson. “The people at the tavern were right. He's more than peculiar, he’s crazy.” “No,” I said, “he’s sincere. There’s something in what he says. Any way, we'll see tonight.” “1 won't get out of bed,” said Ander- son, “to see any ghost with the odor of Sweet-peas.”’ But he did. At one o'clock we both got up, dressed, and went into the side yard. Autumn had come early that year and the yard was filled with dried leaves, that rustled as we walked. A full moon lit up every corner of the big yard. “A good night for ghosts,” said Ander- son. “Look,” I cried, “there it is. the man.” “Where?” he asked. “I don’t see any- thing.” He was right. I had seen nothing but a shadow. It was my imagination. But still I seemed to smell a queer indefinable odor. “What's that white thing moving in the window?” I asked. “That’s old Garret smelling sweet peas,” said Anderson. “You're as fool- ish as he is.” The next day, when we went to see some friends in the village, we asked them about old Garret and his hallucination. “Yes,” they said, “poor old Garret. He’s a nice old man. Too bad he’s crazy Imagine he would be daffy, living off by himself as he does.” “But has any one ever seen the corpse hanged on the tree?” we asked. “Some people have thought they have,” they answered, “but they never really knew whether they did or not. It’s the smell of the sweet peas that gets them. They seem to imagine the odor of the sweet peas and the ghost comes easy then. (Continued op page 19] There is SONNET TO A MAY DAWN The scented glory of the new-born day Holds me enthralled. The» rising sun pours streams Of golden scintillating light that gleams Thruout the waking world. Even the jay Has ceased his idle chatter as the day In all its shim'ring radiance beams Upon his fragrant woodland, ‘till it seems It has been altered, by some magic way. ' Oh! May, thou art the month of sunshine bright And delicate pink laurel and skies blue; Thou art the month when all the world seems right And living is a joy that is too true. It seems to me to miss the human sight; The Living Dead alone do not love you. C. T. Lanham, '20. Dorothy Rohrer, Eastern, 1919, who won the prize offered for the best work in English, is keeping up her good work at Wilson College. The following poem appeared in the March number of The Pharetra, the college magazine. GLIMPSES A streak of crimson on the snow; A speeding form, A whir of wings, A clear note lifted free ;— The cardinal sings. A flash of warmth and color On a winter's day. A lane winds down between the hills, The honeysuckle blooms. A splash of blue Tip-tilted on the tangled rose, A lilting note. The bunting lifts his song of joy Upop the summer breeze. Dorothy Rohrer.

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CADET NOTES At the annual presentation of commis- sions on April 23, at the Central High School, the company and staff officers of the cadet corps received their commis- sions. As is the custom, a company is picked from all the companies in the brigade to be the guard of honor at the presenta- tion of commissions. This company is picked because of its excellence in drill and appearance. This year the guard was Co. A of Central, Captain Latimer’s company. Resides this company, there are quite a few other fine ones which we will have to beat before we take the competitive drill. As has been announced before, the Competitive Drill this year is to be held on the seventh and eighth of June, which is a little later than last year. Although the date is about two weeks later than last year we will have to work doubly hard if we want to win the drill. ‘The last cadet dance was a very great success, both socially and financially. We have about half enough money for the meals which are presented at the end of each year to the best experienced cadet, best inexperienced caet and the corporal of the best squad, so it will only be neces- sary to give one more dance to get the rest of the money which we need. Instead of the old form of extended order, we are to use a modern kind this year, the kind which was used in the European War. It will be quite difficult, since no one in the companies has had this before. But all have an even chance; so our companies, with careful work, should be able to get down the fine points and show up the other companies of the brigade. Now that the spring play is over, let’s get down and dig for the last month and a half before the Competitive Drill. We want to win the drill this year, do we not? If so, we have to work. The offi- cers don’t win the drill, it’s the men; and the drill is not won for the officers, but for the company and the school. Those who don't want to work for about a dozen and a half more drill days had better get out, for we want workers who want to win the drill. We started this thing; let’s do it up right and show that ol Eastern over here in the woods has some real “do or die” spirit left and we're going to do our best to win the Com- petitive Drill! Are you all with us? Then, let's go!