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

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20 HE EASTERNER GIRLS’ BASKET BALL Well! the intersection games have been finished! Of the upper class teams Junior 1 was the champion team, win- ning six games out of seven. Of the Freshmen teams, 9B3 and 9B1 each won five games out of seven; but 9B3 had a score of 104 against 99 tor 9B1. These games proved to be exceedingly interesting. The cliss teams They are: Seniors : Captain, Mildred Mooney. F. Julia Diggins! 14 | F. Mildred Mooney. C. May Jones. S. C. Jeanette Burgess. G. Gene LeMat. G. Faith Fairchild. Juniors : Captain, Mary Bixler. ' F. Helen Grosvenor. F. Gladys Rollins. C. Mary Bixler. S. C. Ethel Weber. G. Olive Ramsey. G. Helen Carroll. Subs. Willeye Garner. Thelma Leeman. “ Sophmores : Captain, Pyle. F. Greco. F. Donnelly. C. Pyle. S.C. Gilbert. G. Atkinson. G. Mockabee. Subs. Reinhart. Browne. e Cook. Freshmen : Captain, King. - Motyka. . Rohrer. . King. C. Sullivan. . Gascoigne. x. Sponsler. Subs. Supplee. Pixley. Schade. Mazzullo. have been chosen. QAM The Interclass games have started off with even more interest than was shown in the intersection games. Two games were played on April 12. In the Senior-Freshmen game the Freshmen won. The Juniors beat the Sophmores in the second game. As it is beneath the dignity of a mem- ber of the Senior team to write up the notes for their game with the Freshmen, and as Miss Stockett thinks that a little encouragement should be given them in their first venture from the cradle, Miss Rohrer was asked to write an account of the game. It follows: ‘After school Monday, April 12, a group of girls gathered in the gymnasium to witness the first of the Interclass basketball games. The game was be- tween the Seniors and the Freshmen. The Seniors, confident of an easy vic- tory, advanced to meet the Freshmen, who were entering with fear and tremb- ling. Both teams played hard, but for some unknown reason the ball stayed down at the Freshmen basket most of the time. As a result, the first half ended 12-2 in favor of the enthusiastic Freshies. “The fearful Seniors sent for one of their regular players who was unable to be there when the game started. Then the second half began. Time and time again the breathless Freshmen scored. The Seniors did get a few goals, but, to the great amazement of the Freshmen and the disgust of the Seniors the game ended 8-30. The Freshmen had won!!!” (Two of the exclamation points were added by me). “Since ‘well begun is half done’ we are wondering what the result of the series will be.” —Sarah Rohrer. On the 15th, two more games were played. The Juniors beat the Seniors— an A Sophmores beat the Freshmen, If as much interest is shown in the coming games as has been shown before, I am sure that much good will have been derived from them; no matter who the winners may be. —M. Jones 12R2.

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THE EASTERNER The Ghost at Hopewell (Continued from page 9) But no one really admits they've seen anything.” That was all there was to it, we thought. When we returned to Hope- well the following year, we had forgotten all about it. Anderson and I were grow- ing old. Every year would find us back at Hopewell. Time flew fast. Five years st and again we were at Hopewell. “What day is today?” asked Anderson, starting a letter home. “August the second,” I said, not look- ing up from my book. “The day of old Garret's ghost, and, bless me, if it isn’t the very year, We must go up there, tonight. I always did like sweet peas,” said Anderson, jokingly. “All right,” said I, and I really intend- ed to, though | knew Anderson did not. ‘That night | managed to force Ander- son to stay up late and go up to Garret’s place with me. We left about half seven and as it was a good half hour's walk from the tavern, it must have been after twelve when we got there. We had asked about Garret, before leaving and they told us that, though he was ninety- eight, he was still spry and still crazy as a June bug. “Getting crazier every year,” they said. As we entered the yard, I noticed that the old house looked in the moonlight, as it had done five years before. I turned to speak to Anderson. “My God,” he cried, “there it is.” I looked. For a moment my heart stopped beating. There was the figure slowly swaying back and forth, across the face of the moon. Anderson and I looked with horror at each other. There was no hallucination about this, we were really seeing something. = We hurried back to the tavern, but not to sleep. We lay in bed, filled with hor- ror, An awful silence prevailed, broken only by the hourly striking of the clock. In the early morning grayness we arose. We had but one desire—to see that tree, in broad daylight, without that terrible figure. As we hurried down the village street we met a friend. 19 “Have you heard the news?” he said, and without pausing for an answer, con- tinued, “old man Garret hung himself on a tree in his yard last night. Some farm boy found him there early this morning. It was that tree, right against his window.” Poor old Garret. His age had weak- ened him so that he could not stand his Spectres any longer. He had made the spectre real, but little did he know of the terror he had inspired in the hearts of Anderson and myself. EASTERN’S TREE On April the sixteenth, Arbor Day, a tree was planted in the name of Eastern High School not far from the new Lin- coln Memorial on Twenty-third Street near C. Eastern was represented by Miss Wilkins, Miss Bucknam, Verna Smith, Helen Black and Margaret Bolen. Ver- na made the “speech” and shoveled in the first couple of shovelfuls. The other girls started ambitiously to fill up the hole, but soon gave the job over to the dusky professionals. The tree, a young linden, was one of a block of trees planted on that day by the different schools. The first tree was dedicated to Trueman Lan- ham, who has had charge of the planting of trees in the District for thirty years. EDWARD MAIER. Among the 16 juniors elected to Tau Beta Pi, the honorary society for men in the technical colleges, was Edward Leon- ard Maier, who graduated from Eastern in 1916. Last September Maier went out for the ‘varsity wrestling team, and after eliminating quite a bit of competition, suc- ceeded to the berth in the 145-pound class, although his normal weight is 162. He represented Cornell in the dual meets with quite a little success, and in the in- ter-collegiate championships held at Phil- adelphia, he won second place in the 145- pound class, and was awarded the Cor- nell “C . Maier is also a member of the “Pyra- mid Society”, an honorary organization, and the Sigma Pi fraternity.

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Insight, Hartford, Conn. Your paper could be i variety of cuts. Beacon, Newport News, Va. Your book is very well arranged. The cuts and cartoons are exceedingly good. It is indeed a wonderfully in- teresting school magazine. The Story “The Reformation of Abie Goldstein,” is very well written. f The Vote, Cincinnati, Ohio, Your book is a great credit to you The editorials are quite good, but it could be improved by some good stories. The Comet, Danville. Your publication is quite cleverly got- ten up and very complete. The Spectator, Johnstown, Pa. You have a wonderful cover on such attractive paper. Your jokes are also humorous and quite original. Your literary department could be improved a little. We wish to acknowledge with thanks these other papers wh ich were sent to us: - The Missle, Petersburg, Va. The Trypod, Hartford, Conn. The Spokesman, Plant City, Florida. The Criterion, Bridgeport, Conn. The Distaff, Kessington, Pa. The Owlet, Hartford, Conn. West High Weekly, Minneapolis, Minn. Lawrence High School, Lawrence, Miss. The Vidette, High Schools of Lancaster, Pa. y The Albanian, St. Albans, Wash., D. C. The Gleam, St. Paul, Minn. Kapunchou, Honolulu. The Polytechnic, Troy, N. Y. The Habit, Charles City, Iowa. We enjoy your paper very much. The St. Patrick’s Day issue, done on green paper, was very impressive improved by a Tech Life, Washington, D. C. Your by-weekly is welcome to our ex- change. The cartoons are very good. The news is to the point and surely must be of great service to the school. The Student, Providence, R. I Your magaizne has a great deal of variety and interest, but it could be made much better by a few poems and short stories. The Comet, Milwaukee. Your cuts are fine. The stories in your humorous number were very ap- propriate. The other copies we have re- ceived have all been good. We like the way you have classed the different numbers. The snapshots in the foot- ball number added a great deal. Western Breeze, Washington, D. C. You have a very snappy paper. We acknowledge your write-up about the girl’s basket ball teams over here. LOCALS. Miss Hawes—Where is vinco found? Pupil—In the back of the book. Mr. Suter—What is a dynamo, Miss Blank? Miss Blank—A dynamo is—something —with wheels—. Mr. Suter—Well, what is something with wheels? Furey—A wagon. Mr. Suter—Why is the Gulf Stream warmer than the surrounding water? Freshie—Because it's always running. Mr. Warner (After calling roll)— Who's sitting m that vacant seat over there?