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

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FEBRUARY, 1926 he BASTERNER “Why?’? asked Jack. . “He didn’t have a license tag.”’ “Why didn’t you get him one?”’ “They’re rather—kinder—high,”’ faltered the little old man, much embarrassed. nodded Jack. For a while there Then Jack jumped up. “T’ll get Teddy !’’ he exclaimed. : A sudden joy spread like sunshine over his companion’s face. ‘‘Oh! will you?”’ “You wait here till I come back, and you can take Teddy home with you,’’ returned the other. Without waiting to hear the little old man’s expressions of gratitude, Jack went quickly down the street on the mission of kindness. As he passed his own house, the boy’s gaze was wistful, and for a moment he wavered, his step lagging. Then he straightened and walked with firm step past the house and down the street. Beg anyone’s pardon? Not he! “T see,” was silence. At the pound, he picked out Teddy from the wagonload of dogs which had just arrived. As he was hurrying back to the park with Teddy under his arm, and a new license tag shining on a new collar around Teddy’s neck, he bumped into someone who was hurrying in the opposite direction. “T beg your pard—”’ he began. He glanced up vas addressing. Re Dad!’’ he gasped and laughed, foy he had done what he said he wouldn't do, and recognized the pergoy “Son!”’ eried the other, and he laughed too, understanding]y- Ge It was evening. The rain was over, and al] that remained of it were a few puddles, which reflected the rosy clouds. ‘ The soft quiet of the early twilight hushed, for a time, even the noise and hurry of the busy streets. als Jack reflected the time was like his life— emerging fresh, and invigorated from ine storm. His father was flicking his cigar ash into the fire as he eoneluded his speech, «After all, son, it was a good lesson to me. Your mother had repeatedly warned me against letting my temper overcome wal), You see, when you went, it seemed something in life had died, and I promised God if he would send you back I would do all I could toward conquering my temper. God brought you back, son.”’ Below on the damp street, Jack heard the patter of tiny feet and the contented eall of the little dog’s master. “Yes, dad,’’ Jack answered dreamily, ‘God helped, but it was mostly Teddy.’’ fee ee eS a The Legend of Saint Valentine Along the dusty village street With falt’ring steps and slow, There passed the good monk, Valentine, Dispelling gloom and woe. Now day by day the kind man sits His prison cell within, And on the violets’ glossy leaves He scratches, with a pin, Sweet love-notes to his friends of old. The pigeons on the sill He sends as joyous messengers To fly o’er vale and hill. The birthday of this saint of yore We celebrate each year, By sending messages of love To those we hold as dear. JOSEPHINE TREMAIN, 726. The Teachers’ Baby Pictures Yes, this is our dignified faculty on the opposite page. Perhaps, since they were a few years younger when the pictures were taken than when we go to press, you will have difficulty in guessing their names. The names of the teachers will be printed in the next issue and a sheet of hand- painted fly paper will be awarded the pupil making the nearest guesses.

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Pace 14 The EASTERNER Fesrvary, ] 926 The Cruise of the Wild Goose (As related to Everyn Burns, 26) One of the gayest and most adventurous lives is that of the sea-farer; and a vacation being the time of gaiety and adventure, Cap- tain Joe and Clem set out to breathe the salty air. Captain Joe was a weather-beaten old salt, and Clem a jolly ‘‘cooky’’; but now that school has reopened the weathered salt and the gay young tar undergo a transformation and become Mr. Kochka and ‘‘Clemie’’ Did- den again. However, on clear, star-lit nights, Clem re- calls the gentle swaying of the Wild Goose and Captain Joe feels the friendly slap of the dancing wave against his cheek. Last summer when the sea called loudest, Captain Joe and Clem motored to Galesville and boarded the skipjack Wild Goose. The Wild Goose which for eighteen years had car- ried several thousand tons of oysters up and down Tangier Sound, was to see new usage. Her rather cramped cabin was to contain the bunks of two land-lubbers starting out on an adventure with the sea. The sun gilded young Clem’s hair as he threw off the ropes holding her, and she fell off under a moderate southwester and headed with the wind to- wards the distant bay. They were bound for Barnegat Bay by way of the inland waterways that run fro Inlet up to the Bayhead, and this w motor and a tremor of doubt! It was a day in late July, Clem’s he was filled with romantic wonder as he es across the West River to Camp Kahler, Were any of Eastern’s girls there? Captai : Joe pointed reminiscently to the spot whats Al Walter’s curiosity brought him an nae pected shower when he reckoned not with th : fickleness of Wild Goose’s actions last year 2 They sailed by Thomas Point light aa Annapolis. On their way they Passed a sunken ship. That afternoon Clem was to get his “Stary ing”’ from the sea. A storm blew up anq in spite of his gallant efforts, the Wild Goose was driven along the river. After fifteen minutes the storm ended, Clem none the Worse for his introduction to marine caprices, Cap- tain Joe, however, suffered a soaking (his raincoat leaked). In the days that followed Clem ana the Captain learned the freedom, the joy, and the friendliness of the sea. Swimming in the invigorating waters on fair days and strug- gling with the frolicsome waves in storm the two lived as true sailors. : Clem grew proficient in the eulinary art by preparing meals (for which experience some girl may one day be thankful), and Captain Joe grew stout under such tender care. At Back Creek they had the fortune to meet a party of cruisers who towed them to Delaware City. The party anchored at Chesapeake City, where they visited the St. George, a relic of past prosperity. This eyening being cook’s holiday, Clem enjoyed his supper at the Saint George. The two spent a gay week at Cape May, Clem having quite an adventure in chureh. It seemed that two tiny girls sat before our mariners and one fair damsel became very m Cape ithout a