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

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or fro So Finy Byed Tom aking at the yy ees om, an inmate of the t wood soon be broken uo ed from his bed Let us leave him x into his char- Day was slowly Bar Ranch. Ranch, saw that i ees. He theirfor jump! s hisself. d let us loo! pea and began to dres thusly engaged an acter. Two-eyed Tom W: bel Bar Ranch. He was m: Lonesome Lizzy, the dawter the Ranch. Now, nobody new that Two-e. 3 Tom luvved Lonsome Lizzy, knot even lin her-own-self, becawz Tom hadent told her at the Dub- adly in luv with of the owner of eyed as a cowboy yet. ” So this morning when Two-eyed Tom WES looking threw the window and adjusting his seven-shooters on his hipps he suddenly saw a scream, a woman »s scream,—low and Ayes ing. He jumped: from his bedroom window which was on the tenth floor of the two-story bilding struck bottom unharmed jest time to see a horse come from behind the pigpen at the rate of 4 miles per hour. There was 2 riders a—man and a lady. Tom seen the streaming red hare of the lady knowed it must be Lizzy. Then evijently Lizzy was being kidnapped. Impossible,—for she was no kid. But wait,—the man was Sneering Sam, the gambler, whose luv had bin refused a millyon times by Lonesome Lizzy. This then was Sam’s revengeance. Tom leaped on his trusty broncho. The self starter dident werk, as the animal was asleep, so Tom applied the spurs, and has- tented in pursuit in high gear. By this time Sneering Sam had a lead of 13 kilagrams, but Rom was steddily gaining. Steddily, and slowly, but shurely. In 217 minutes he was close enough to hear the snorting snorts of Sam’s hoarse and to sea the sneering sneers on Sam’s face. In 2 seconds they will be side by side. Ah-ha, a plan—Tom will seize Lonsome Lizzy’s streaming tresses (vis., her read hare) and pull hisself onto S. Sam’s hoarse with Lizzy and 8. Sam,—3 on 1 hoarse. The HAST m Cowboy to Cowpuncher Joun EB. BowMAN, BPRNER Frruary, ] as 25 “Stop, fowl villin,” erize Tom, “lest Tp) ‘ tis your fowl brane s from beneath your liq.» Vv ‘ Gerees,”’ came the answer, “T shall noy, er ” stop. “Not” 66) F drive straight rm : No, I shall dri ght to yonder ledge and the hoarse and the 3 of us shall be ¢ to destruction in yonder pool. Ah-ha!” ast He turned the steering wheel sharply a the hoarse swerved and jumped from a ledge,—a fall of 24 ft., 31-16 inches, to an parent destruction. Crapter IT (By the Author of Chapter 1) ‘As the hoarse leaped over the cliff Tom ge, to Sneering Sam, “‘Kin yuh Swimt”’ : “No,’’ sez Sam. “phen the joke’s on you, cause I ean swim. I shall save the heroine, namely Lizzy and you shall be drowned.”’ é “Kin you swim ?’” (By this time they fell 11 feet, 21.39 inches.) “Yes,’’ sed Tom cheerily. ‘‘T learnt it in the goldfish bowl at home, and wot’s more [ kin play pool, and that’s lucky, because we will soon all be in the pool.’’ “Cerces,’’ sed Sneering Sam for the 2nd time that day. ‘‘Luck is agin me.”’ He wood of sed more, but at this moment they hit the water. It was a knockout,—for Sam was knocked all around. Tom imme. jitly seezed Lizzy and began to swim to shore, a distance of 10 yards, 4 feet, and be- ing a good swimmer he accomplished this within an hour. Safely on shore at last, Lizzy, with all the charm of her 47 years looked gratefully at Tom. E “My hero,’’ she shrieked softly. “My shero,’’ came the growling response. But they were interrupted by Sneering Sam, who was going down for the 2nd time successfully. (Continued on page 30)

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Frsruary, 1925 The HASTERNER College and Campus (This is the second of a serles of articles on colleges offering scholarships to Eas tern.) BUFF AND BLUE When one mentions George Washington University, we think of our own “home”? col- lege to which so many of our friends go. We are so ¢lose to it, in fact, that we do not re- alize its true greatness. Founded in 1821, co-educational, and non- sectarian in nature, it is one of the best uni- versities in the South Atlantic district. It is not a poor, struggling institution as it is some- times pictured. Recently a million dollar en- dowment fund drive was undertaken, and proved successful. As a result, Corcoran Hall and the G. W. Gym have been erected Other buildings are under construction. The university boasts of the large number of its 5,000 students who work during the day and attend college at night. The night classes rank the same scholastically as the day classes. Another advantage besides its proximity to Washingtonians, is the large number of na- tional, and even international celebrities whom the university secures to deliver lec- tures from time to time. George Washington offers a number of courses which it advertises in THE EASTERNER day and attend college at night. The night ing, architecture, medicine, pharmacy, and law. The Eastern High School diploma is suf- ficient for admission. Each year, however, seven scholarships are offered to the high schools of the District, the Kendall being the highest. The other six are of equal value, but are not so famous. Those students who take the competitive scholarship examinations, held the latter part of May, are excused from school during the examination week. Coach- in g classes have already been formed in many of the studies required, and anyone desiring further information on the subject may ob- tain it from Miss Hawes in Room 101. Clarke Robb won a scholarship in ’23 an@ Marie Kroll was a winner last year. Hastern hopes to take the Kendall scholarship this year. Two of Hastern’s teachers, Miss Arnold and Mr. Haworth, went to George Washington on scholarships won here at Eastern. SYRACUSE UNIVERSITY (As described In a letter from a student to his cousin) Dersr Mar@arer: Do you mean to say you are still hesitating between Syracuse and an all-girls’ college? After all my explaining too, about how good Syracuse really is! I admit it doesn’t go in much for dead languages and all that stuff, but it has as good an arts course as you can find anywhere. Girls from all over the East- ern States come here for drawing, painting, history of art, and so forth. It offers a peach of a musical course, too; so you won’t have to drop your ‘‘dee-dee-deeing’’ while you are here. Syracuse has just about the right number of students for a university, six thousand, (big enough to be good in all scholastic and sport contests, and not big enough to lose its school spirit). There are almost as many boys as girls beeause the New York State School of Forestry is here, which is mighty attractive to the boys, since besides being one of the best schools of its kind in the country, its tuition is free. Then a lot of them come as I did for the medical course which has a fine reputation. If you like sororities and fraternities and that stuff, you'll find branches of all the good ‘nationals’’ here. In fact, almost everybody but the greenest freshmen lives in one of the “‘houses.”’ Why, Margaret,- since Eastern offers a scholarship every year to Syracuse you’d be foolish not to try for one, and more foolish still not to come here anyway. Love from your cousin, Dick.

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Frsruary, 1925 Ghosts properly belong to faded, colonial mansions whose crumbling portals seem to welcome the shades of those who, like them- selves, have only happy days to remember. A haunted bungalow would seem an impossi- bility, an anomaly; but I know of one, the more to be feared because its cheerful appear- ance conceals no hint of the menace that lurks within. It was ill fated from the beginning, for the workmen found the site where it was to be built hidden beneath a dense growth of the sinister beauty of the blue vervain. They still whisper over the evening fire, those few workmen who are yet alive, of how Black Mitchel, the strongest of them all, boasting of his indifference to ‘‘those old wives’ tales of the blue vervain’’ had first uprooted a clump of it. The doctors had said when he was found dead two days later, ‘‘heart failure’’; but his friends knew. Not for nothing had they seen, grasped in his dead hand, that tiny sprig of the fatal flower. They whispered, too, when the house had long been completed and yet still stood va- cant, of how Jim, the night watchman, was killed by a tiny, falling bit of plaster. When the ‘‘Old Un” had picked it up next day, it had crumbled and crumbled in his hand as he examined it; and suddenly he had stared at it in horror and thrown it far away. He would never tell them the reason for his sudden ter- ror; but Steve, who was standing nearest, im- The KASTERNER Blue Vervain Wan Cite) det ON, DS sisted that it was a leaf he had seen in the center of the plaster—a leaf of the blue vervain. But even these whispers could not keep the little house empty forever, and one day Ed- mund Cross, a very young groom, brought home to it his even younger bride. That night as they talked together after all their guests had left, he laughingly told her of the weird tales rumor had woven around their home. “But that’s the good of college, Edna,’’ he said. ‘‘It teaches us the triviality of all that “bunk.” ’” Edna’s laughter was a little uncertain. He went on. “You see blue vervain doesn’t mean evil to me, but home—and you.”’ “Blue vervain,’’ she murmured. “Why, we ought to call our home really, the House of the Blue Vervain,’’ he contin- ued. “Yes, the House of the Blue Vervain,”’ she assented; but as Edmund bade her good night, he heard her repeat that name again with a little catch in her breath—'‘The House of the Blue Vervain.”” (Write your own conclusion to this story, sign it, and drop it into the EAsTERNER Box in the office. Endings must not exceed 500 words, must be written on one side of page, and must be submitted not later than March 2. The best ending will be published in the April issue of THe EasterNer.—Eprror. ) YESTERDAY, TODAY, AND ALWAYS Dororuy E. WALKER, 725. The ashes were falling thick and fast; The soldier at his post heeded them not. He was a Roman; his duty Was to remain at his post. It grew intensely black; only jets of flame Lit up the deep void. The hot ashes filled the streets ; People fell in them, were smothered in them. Others, rushing by, fell over them, ‘All intent only on fleeing from the burning mountain. ‘A woman stops and cries to the soldier, “You fool! run for your life! the mountain’s aflame !”’ He stayed where he was. Almost two thousand years after They found him Dead, at his post.