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

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———— ERNE FEBRUAR The EAST ERNER Y, 1925 PacE 28 Try and Find It The Valentine Man Continued from page “S) ! e turtle doves, the objectionable y one was left, deserted, I 10) eypresses, th lyre, and all the others? Onl and seeing that the halls were picked it up. ‘ “Pretty punk!’’ I said. “Tt’s a nae it’s left!’’ he cried. “«Some- one was parked behind every corner to grab me and gct one as I came along. This is just the thing for you now— “ ‘Like the forest oak to the clinging vine Will I be to my valentine.’ “Why that ‘clinging’ vine alone would get any girl.’’ “But suppose she’s not a clinging vine!’’ I cried. “She'll like it all the better.” “Tl take it,’’ I quickly said, for I thought I saw Miss Watts coming. ‘‘It’s ugly, but all the stores are sold out.’’ “They are?’’ he ejaculated. “Yes. Give it to me.”’ “Like fun I will: I need it myself,’’ and straightening up miraculously he began to search through his pockets for an envelope. I jumped forward and caught hold of his beard. ““Hley!’’ he said. on herself, and it’s on tight. But I relentlessly pulled it off. “Nathan Clark!’’ I exclaimed. “Oh, bosh!’’ he said, feeling of his chin. “That stickum sure does stick! But it was worth it! J- Bee ,G W- , J B—, F—— T. ! What won’t they do for me now when I mention the ‘Valentine Man’!”’ And chuckling, he hurried off to find a stamp. “Miss Monk stuck that Be careful!” Faculty (Continued from page 17) good enough for publication, Bill. too long; boil it down.’’ But it’s Here’s one between Mrs. Fall ang Miss Bucknam: Ne Mrs. Hall: ‘‘Was it Charles I or General Grant who said, ‘Give me liberty or give = death’?”’ id é' Miss Bucknam : “Neither; it was Oliver Cromwell.”” We imagined the next one while getting ready for gym. one day. Miss Stockett talking to the writer: “Yes indeed, your gym. work this year has been ndid, and you have been punetual every sple' : : I’m going to give you H+ for the time. semester.” d We couldn’t imagine our reply because the whistle blew and we had to begin to look for our middy tie. That’s enough imagination, I suppose. Congratulations are in order. I’ve written this whole column without one single refer. ence to eross-word puzzles. How Much Do You Know? (Continued from page 14) “There are about one hundred quarts of ink used every year.’’ “But that doesn’t seem to be very much,’’ said the young fellow, doubtfully. “Perhaps not, until you calculate how many thousand inkwells or how many thou- sand fountain pens that amount of ink would fill.’’ “That’s right, too.’’ “And think of all the desks and all the electric lights in the building. There are 83 teachers’ desks, 1,808 pupils’ desks, and something like 750 electric lights. And talk- ing about supplies, there are about 100 boxes of chalk used yearly, and from twelve to fif- teen rolls of towel paper used daily.’’ “But how is it that you know all these things?’’ asked the wide-eyed Rookie. ““Oh,’’ explained the brilliant one, ‘‘I’m a Senior, you know.’’ At this time their teacher interrupted the

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R aepRUARY, 1925 The KASTERNE 162 Lafayette Ave. N. W. Washington, D. C. December 23, 1924 DEAR JOE: : The Alumni Reunion has come and gone and I surely enjoyed it. I saw so many of the old schoolmates, teachers, and friends of our jolly high school days that I completely forgot I was bald headed and thought I was a boy again. I was really quite surprised at the large number who attended. It was said that there were more than seven hundred he largest ever. Siva necting was opened by Mr. Bertram (|. Foster, ’94, retiring president, who an- nounced the names of the officers nominated for the coming year and had ballots distrib- uted so that we might vote. The following were elected: Dr. De Witt Croissant, ’94, president ; Miss Rosemary Arnold, ’17, vice- president ; Miss Pauline Lohman, ‘15, seere - tary, and Leonidas MeDougle, ’22, treasurer. ‘An executive committee was also appointed. They are Cameron Burton, 17, Charles Bote- ler, 16, Miss Mary Murray, 12, Paul Doerr, 24, John MeInerney, 23, Bertram Foster, 94, and Earl Jonscher, ’16. Dr. Croissant, the newly elected president, eave a brief but clever talk. John McInerney anal Paul Doerr presented an original skit, while ‘‘The Grand Uproar,’’ a eomie opera, and two clog dances by students of the school completed the program. Then came the best part of all—the time when everybody met everybody else. My, how good it was to see all of them again! After a while we moved downstairs and had refreshments. Some amused themselves by dancing, but many of us only talked and Pac 27 talked o} ever.’’ « P f “them days which are gone for- That Was when we missed you most. It’s a pity you couldn’t have been there. You'll have to arrange to be with us at the next reunion, no matter what happens. Your old Easternite classmate, Bitty. Seis ee 5 Se ee PERSONALS Marvin Hummer, ex- 21, has recently closed 4 successful football season as manager of the Washington and Lee gridmen. We received recently an announcement from Major and Mrs. Clifford V. Church of the birth of a daughter, Rosa Marguerite. Major Chureh was a member of the class of 96 and Mrs. Chureh, a French girl. They now make their home in Paris. : For some time now Eastern has been long: ing for new fame in the writers’ world. And now she has it. Two of her most prominent sons have come forward with contributions. Watson Davis, °14, has just published The Story of Copper, an authoritative and non-technical book on the red metal, which has played so great a part in the civilization of mankind since the beginning of history. Moreover, Roy Helton, ’04, has recently published Jimmy Sharwood which deals with the life of a real boy who lived in the north- east section of Washington. A boy’s gang, Harrison’s Barn, the city jail, East Capitol Street, and the Peabody School are all a part of the setting. Announcement of another wedding which comes as a surprise to many is that of Mar- garet Beall—ex ’27, to Stanley Sullivan. The marriage occurred December 25, 1923.

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[EBRUARY, 1925 The EASTERNER Try and Find [}— conversation, as teachers have a habit of ae stop that talking back there in the corner,” came the familiar strain, ‘‘and get down to the geography lesson. Can either of you tell me what country was formerly called Tavantinsuyu! i ‘No, sit,”’ answered the learned Senior. “yes, sit,” contradicted the Freshman. «Tavantinsuyu was the native name for the pmpire of Peru before the Spanish Inyas- oe) jon. Girl Luminaries (Continued from page 21) sistant to Manager Perry. This year she was made official referee. Marion Barrett, was next found, and from her this interesting information on her basket- pall career at Eastern was obtained : “When I first started to Hastern, a green little freshman, one of my greatest ambitions was to be a good basketball player. I attend- ed the series games of the upper-classmen and watched them with awe and amazement. Finally I was made forward on one of the section teams. Although we lost the first game, I was very much thrilled to find my- melt playing out on. the floor, with spectators cheering on the side-lines. With the next year my enthusiasm inereased, and in my third year we were settled in the new build- ing and had all necessary accommodations. I played on the junior team, and having suc- cessfully fulfilled the requirements, won my hard earned ‘E.’ This year I hope to make the senior class team and another ‘E’.”’ In Days of Old (Continued from page 9) substitute. He was saving his money for America and didn’t approve of involuntary service anyway; so he made a break for it.”’ Wedderspoon laughed and his laugh was worse than a threat. ‘‘He’ll find out two things before he’s through. One is “Once a Pacu 29 Continued German, always a German,’ and th i ; e r is ise au “e his medicine!’ other is tion by one of th ae ae a seer respite and relj ane ae ae eee to report the pana eee ae come edie ch of the hold finished. the ship,” Me epee rose. ‘‘To the rest of aA zeae : ered. Then he turned and saners fie ae I have a desire to Scene oa cll water of Yours. ’ rdered, get me a drink.’’ fee ee on his canteen a battered ae ae a oe hed for the top of that very a : ie] his sergeant had been sitting. Henry’s hiding place! The mate shut his eyes convulsively and listened for the ery ne would tell of the discovery of the boy. . Look!” he suddenly heard Wedderspoon ry. He looked up to see the soldier’s hand re- leasing a still, fast-closed top as the man fol- lowed the sergeant, who was striding toward a distant cask the top of which bulged queerly. “Did you all miss this sight? Are you blind ?”’ Wedderspoon asked seornfully. “Tdiots! He would be in that if in any.’’ Quickly one of the soldiers threw off the suspicious top, only to disclose more water. “The top was put on badly,’’ the soldier ventured. “Ugh!” the sergeant grunted disgustedly, turning upon his heel to the ladder and for- getting his desire for a taste of the water. Almost afraid to hope, John watched the last man clamber up the ladder. The boy was saved, saved! Almost tenderly he re- placed the top that had in such a timely manner called Wedderspoon’s attention. At nightfall the sound of oar in oarlock told Henry from his hiding place that he was safe, that at last the soldiers had gone. Then the ereaking of the windlass, and the sea- men’s chanteys as they hoisted the sails told him of the weighing of the anchor for the long trip to America, the land of promise,