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

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The EASTERNER HIEBEUABY M 1026 PacE 18 [7 Jesta Jester | me was to show me how T came to high school got to the sixth semester I would be very smart, but when I reached that semester I was just beginning to realize how little I really did know. This course has opened my eyes to the yast number of possibilities which are before a student. I have Jearned how much there really is to know in this great world and how impossible it is to know everything. course has done for little I really know. believing that when I TRUE LOYALTY Devotion and loyalty are the most impor- tant factors in the life of a school. Without them, a true school can not exist. There may be many things lacking in ast- ern, but surely she will live gloriously as long as such school love remains with us as that possessed by Darlington Frame, one of our pupils who passed away last semester. Darlington was in his fourth semester. Already his quiet, steadfast loyalty had earn- ed the respect and admiration of his chums and teachers. Had he lived, he might have contributed much toward Hastern’s progress. His short school life does offer a touching ex- ample of devotion. A letter, received from Mrs. Frame b efore Christmas, tells of the finding of his bank book. With her mother’s knowledge, she realized that Darlington would have wanted the money to be used for Hastern. So she sent his savings to be used for the Christmas baskets, prepared by the Domestic Science Department. Through the Associated Charities, the Dar- lington Frame Memorial Basket brought a happy Christmas to a veteran of the World War and his wife. Such was the manifestation of Darlington Frame’s loyalty. O'Bryan: ‘‘By golly, I’m tired tonight.” Mrs. O’Bryan: ‘‘There you go again! You're tired! Here I be standing over a hot stove all day and you working in a nice cool sewer.’’—West High Weekly. eee ee It’s nice to be a senior And be worshipped far and wide; But heavens, is it worth tt To be so darn dignified? Of course, we feel sure you'll enjoy the teachers’ baby pictures. It was thought we might get baby pictures of prominent seniors e found that to remind a senior that until w oceupied a perambulator was rough he ever is dignity. on his dig) an ante ate A would-be poet nowadays Finds his road rough and steep. Dump heaps are sung in spring issues; Spring poems get the dump heap. Anyone desiring to create a stir in the world of poetry need but follow two rules. 1, Lay aside all subjects such as “‘Spring’’ and ‘‘Joy.”? ° 2. Write an Ode to Tonsilitis or ‘‘Lines written on a Dump Heap.”’ Instead of saying, “The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra la’” say «The garbage man wakes me from sleep, toot toot’ and you'll be stamped a vital force in mod- ern poetry. e e There is no one speaks truer words Than he who loudly cries, “ T’m telling you friends, one and all, Tt pays to advertise.’’ Ask Lester Swingle if this isn’t true. We advertised a secret longing of his recently with the result that the poor boy was “‘swamped’’ with applicants. Lester has re- hearsed with numbers of them, but admits he is still without a choice. GrorcE Roru, 726. Jack: ‘‘A kiss speaks volumes.’’ Jess: ‘‘Are you collecting a library ?”’

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eee Frsruary, 1926 The EASTERNER PacE 17 Impressions (These impressions were written, annonymously, by members of last semester’s English VIIL classes.) Among the many things that have im- pressed me during my high school life is the attitude of our Principal. He has always been fair and square with each one of us. Although he demands that the scholastic standing be kept high, he does not fail to see the pupil’s viewpoint and to deal out justice with an insight of both Principal and student. e e During my stay at Eastern High School, many things have impressed me forcibly. This last year has caused me to think long and hard. One thing which I have learned and which T am quite sure will be of great help to me in the future, is this: I have found that to do a thing without an object in view and to do it inconsistently and half-heartedly, is the height of folly. As the old saying goes, “‘There is a time for everything,’’ and to use for kidding, time in which you should he do- ing something of value to your future, is a step on the downward path. To summarize the whole, the most important lesson whieh I learned during my course, is the knowledge that time if used to the best advantage will make you, and if not taken advantage of, will break you. 2 © When I reflect upon the four years that I have spent at high school, I cannot but con- sider that which has impressed me most fa- vorably and most thoroughly during those four years. It was not a successful team in the field of sport, nor was it some great scholastic achievement. It was the school spirit that swayed me. It was the school spirit as was manifested in all the student activities. This spark of fire in the school life promoted better athletic, dramatie, and scholastic attainments. Such an important element as school spirit should never be al- lowed to escape from the hearts of the stu- dents. I hope that the school spirit of East- ern in the future will follow the standard set by that in the past. On entering upon my high school career [ found that school spirit was shown in prac- tically every school activity. This burning spirit, which makes a school, continued until we came into full possession of our new building. Possibly some will say that I hurl the eynie’s ban; but that is not so, for if one will stop and realize it, our school spirit has declined in many fields. Eastern has untold spirit in athletics, but there it stops. The reason for this sad decline is due to the lack of interest shown toward the people who are really endeavoring to make our school popu- lar. Activities such as the cadets, debating teams, publications, and various clubs are not brought before the student body enough, while athletics are spoken of in almost every assembly. Cok S The one thing that made the deepest im- pression on me during my four years in high school is the difference in the attitudes taken by different students. For some pupils an “BR” is good enough. It will take them through, while others would feel disgraced if they were to receive one. Some work just to get a diploma, while others work for the knowledge they are obtaining. One pupil will say, ‘‘She is a terrible teacher; she assigns too much homework,’’ while another will say, “She does give long assignments, but you surely ean learn a lot in her class.’’ What has impressed me the most during my four years at Eastern is the attempt of the teachers to develop individuality. A knowledge of books is necessary. But, after all, one soon forgets what he learns in books. He needs a clear method of thinking, the power of making sudden and sure decisions, more than the fact that H,O is the formula for water. I have been much impressed by the attempt to develop this faculty in the pupils. It seems to me to be the highest form of education thus to train us to think for ourselves when we must meet life’s problems. e e¢ 8 I believe the best thing my high school

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Fepruary, 1926 The KASTERNER Pace 19 Our Poets’ Corner INDIAN LOVE LYRIC Indian maiden, sweeter truly, than the fair- Cuddles ‘neath her furry hosom. And the est rose of summer, Come to greet me, heed my summon, even woodbirds list my calling. For my voice is like the thunder that thou fearest in the spring time. I am strong and tall and sturdy; thou art tender, sweet, and lovely. Come, my lover, I’ll protect thee, from the prowlers of the woodland. Never shall the charging buffalo venture near the nut-brown maiden Whom my warrior arm is holding. shall the poisoned arrow Fly to steal the life that lies beneath thy shaggy coat, O Buffalo! List’—the wolf her mate is calling, and the woolly bear her cubs Swifter sun at close of day Sinks beyond the western hillsides far into Eternity. Hush, sweet maiden, rest thy head upon my sturdy Indian shoulder. Have no fear, for I will fold thee safe within my watchful keeping. Greater danger ne’er shall touch thee than my lips upon thy tresses. Let us rest beside the river, as the swiftly moving waters Whisper melodies and dreamings of the happy days approaching When together we'll be dwelling in a wig- wam by the sea-side. MarGarer Parsons, 726. MY IRISH LASSIE You danced into my life one day And laughed, and then danced out again. You were a fleeting fairy thing, A sunbeam on my window pane. Your laugh was like an Irish lake Rippled by wind through evening hours; Your hands were soft, white fairy things, Like lilies—lovely, drooping flowers. You were a whispered melody, A trembling note, drawn soft and long. You sang a forest fantasy, You were the still lake’s twilight song. But you are gone, my Irish maid, Although some gossip lips do tell Of how you dance across the bog, With the Little People of the dell. Gerorce Rotu, ’26. SNOWFLAKES Softly, quietly through the night Falls a mantle all of white, Down on city dull and gray, Magic touch and light as day Out on hillsides, tumbling down, Falling, chasing, playing round. King of Winter seems to say, ‘ Snowflakes, make the whole world gay.’’ Mary Carter, ’26 LIFE Is it not strange, that from the very start This old world seems so good to ev’ry heart, So big, so rich, so fine in ev’ry way? No wonder that we greet each new-born day With happy heart that hopes, and face that cheers, As joy-filled days pass into fleeting years. At first, we carefree mortals play and sing, Forgetful of the blessings which days bring. And then, with time’s advance, we carry on, Inclined to whisper that the victory’s won; But you know, and I know that that’s not all— Vict’ry is won by efforts big and small. Marian WARFIELD, 726.