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

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The New Spring Dresses for School Girls The Snappy New Suits for School Boys We Provide Every Clothing Necessity for School Girls and Boys Woodward Lothrop WASHINGTON, D. C. Athletic Goods Drawing Instruments Mrjher’s 221 Pennsylvania Ave. S. E. 3104 Fourteenth St. N. W. High School Textbooks and Sup- plies. Fountain’ Pens. Photo Supplies, Developing, Printing. Everything to Help Your Game W. F. ROBERTS COMPANY 818 Fourteenth Street, N. W. Sport Goods Outfitters for ATHLETES, SHOOTERS and FISHERMEN. Photo Goods; Kodaks; Films Developed and Printed. Complete Line of LADIES’ and teats SWEATERS and JER- | SPECIAL SHORT COURSES Typewriting — Completed in four to six weeks. Daily, 9 to 5. Evening Special, 5 to 7, 7 to 9. | for these courses. We furnish books and supplies Stenography — Pitman, Gregg and Graham. Original methods. A former Civil Service Examiner coaching for graded examina- tions. Individual] instructions. THE DRILLERY, 817 14th N. W. Telephone, Main 10035 H. A. LINGER, Jr. Mattresses, Brass and Iron Beds, Cots, Etc. 921 G Street N. W. Washington, D. C. Compliments of S. S. KRESGE COMPANY | 11th and G Sts. N. W. H. S. Ormsby, Mgr. Charles F. Lanman, Pres. LANMAN ENGRAVING COMPANY ROOM 43, POST BUILDING DESIGNING HALF-TONES FOR MAGAZINES AND PERIODICALS J. Harry Cunningham, Vice-Pres. ILLUSTRATING ALVEY’S BARGAIN HOUSE Corner 7th and C Sts. S. E. Wholesale and Retail Paper and Baskets. General House Furnishings. ANNA C. HENNINGS 328 Pa. Ave. S. E. Complete winter and summer furnishings for men and boys at the most reasonable prices.

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THE EASTERNER The Call Cc. T. LANHAM The soothing coolness of the fragrant night, The magic of the star-lit meado' The sky, the lulling swish of sighing waves Upon the shore, and een the gentle ws of breeze OF evening, od’rous with rich stolen sweets From slumb'ring flowers’ scented souls, conspired With the half-world monarch, Sleep, and to their Soft alluring charm, combined, I yielded. From out the tranquil ocean's endless waste Methought I heard a ‘plash of muffled oars, And lo! I watched, and down the moon's broad track A solitary bark appeared with one Lone figure, upright in its nearing prow, And even as I watched a grating sound Proclaimed its landing on the gleaming beach, Anon, the stalwart figure in the prow Did leave his post, and with a martial stride Approached my grassy couch, and as he neared The placid moon's pale glow illumined him In softened tone against the sapphire sky, And I beheld that he was khaki-clad. He spoke, and all the noises of the night Were hushed and ‘still. His voice alone I heard: “I speak to you, O Waster, of your Life And precious Time! Give heed! Mark well my words! ] was as you a loathsome parasite, A worthless cipher, Jacking all that God Decreed a man should be, ’til some kind Fate Awoke me from my living Death, that T Thought happy Life, and took me where I saw = Ten thousand men, true men, all clad in this Same cloth, which I now wear, enjoying Life Beneath a starry flag whose creed was Life, Sweet Freedom, and pursuit of that vague Thing Called Happiness. And I became a man Beneath that standard’s shelt’ring folds, my Life My Body and my Soul were poured into A sterner cast, and shaped into a man’s Real Life, a man’s real Body, and a Soul That worshipped God, the Healer. So take heed, O Waster! Wake anil live a cleaner life.” Then straightway on his heel he turned and marched With measured pace unto his craft, and with No aid the mystic bark put off and sailed Straight up the moon's broad track, and faded from My view. Then froma far I heard quick notes Pulsating from a bugle’s throat, and lo! My blood, in quick response, leaped through my new Born Heart. The Call— ‘Twas to the Colors.