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

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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.

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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 5 The Eternal Feminine Grace WELSH. Mary Jane swung back and forth on the gate leading to the back road, and as she swung she sighed, and as she sighed she wished, and her wish was, “Gee, why ain't I a boy?” Across the dusty road was a large field where several boys played | “two-knocker.” Mary — Jane watched them longingly. She had been barred from her favorite pastime because Jamie Patterson, the newcomer into their town, had stoutly maintained that “two- knocker ain't no game for a girl, and we don’t want no skirts with curls hanging around.” The goading words rankled in her heart, .She could play with the best of them and beat them at their own game. Just because her mother made her wear curls and dresses wasn’t any reason why she couldn't play “‘two-knocker.” She hated with a fierce hatred all girl's games. “‘Sissy’s play,” she termed them. And with a like intensity she hated girl's work. Her regular morning duties con- sisted of washing and drying the break- fast dishes. “Gimme the woodpile any time,” was her sentiment. Her long brown curls were her “bete-noir” and her mother’s pride. One looking at Mary Jane without talking with her would im- mediately say, “What a dear angelic-look- ing child!” Perhaps that is why Mary Jane despised her existence as a girl. Mary Jane's father was slightly bald, much to his own disgust. On his dresser he kept a tall bottle of hair tonic, and every night he diligently applied it to the offending head. Mary Jane would watch him enviously, “I wish I could grow up and be bald like Dad and use hair tonic.” But her hair showed no sign of ever reaching that state. As Mary Jane swung back and forth on the back gate, all these thoughts passed through her head. Rebellion against the restraints of a girl’s life surged hotly through her brain. If there was only some way she could discard all things that kept her from being as free as a boy. It only she had no curls and wore trousers, trousers with pockets, in which one could carry apples, tops, candy, hooks, string, chewing-gum, balls, and penknife. As Mary Jane thought of trousers, a picture of last summer flashed into her mind. Her aunt had been visiting there for two weeks and had brought her young son with her. Freddie was two years Mary Jane’s senior. On leaving, her aunt had given Mary Jane's mother an out- grown suit of Freddie's. “Whenever Freddie needs punishing, I put girl's clothes on him and that is as effective as can be. Perhaps you might find use for these in the same way.” Mary Jane's mother thanked her, and said nothing more. She knew just how much good it would do to put boy’s clothes on Mary Jane. Mary Jane remembered that her moth- er had hung them in the attic, and to the attic she went. Quickly she undressed and arrayed herself in Freddie's suit. She surveyed herself in the mirror and saw that her hair was the only thing that marred a perfect boy. Mary Jane stood for a moment undecided, a wicked thought tempting her. Then with a vic- ious shake of her curls she snatched up a pair of shears and cut every one of them off. She was somewhat startled over her appearance when she again looked in the mirror, but at least she was satisfied that “clothes do make the boy.” She bundled