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

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The BASTERNER FEBRUARY, 1926 Pact 20 THE ORATORICAL CONTEST Once more comes the announcement of nation-wide oratorical contest on subjects re- lating to the Constitution of the United States. If one may judge by last year ’s fig- ures of 1,400,000 entrants, the contest is ating a stir in scholastic a again sure of cre circles. The eyes of the entire city are turned to Eastern, the school which figured so promin- ently last year by winning the District of Columbia Championship and ranking high in the national finals. It is hoped that last year’s record will be repeated. Every student who feels he has ability to compete should do so. The research work necessary for the oration is invaluable not only in making the student learn the use of reference books, but in a broader sense in the promotion of better citizenship and greater national pride. Rules of entry and directions toward the preparation of the orations have been posted in the school library. Aside from the material reward, featured by a wonderful trip to Europe for the seven finalists, comes the individual reward to each entrant—a fuller and keener appreciation of the Constitution and its ideals. G. R. RING OUT THE OLD—RING IN THE NEW We take this occasion to wish bon voyage to the February seniors, and success and happi- ness to our ‘‘rookies.’’ Go into it bravely and joyously, Rookies, and remember that the rubs are a part of the game. E. MB. PLEASURE VERSUS LAZINESS There is a great satisfaction to be had from a well prepared lesson. We have all experienced the misery of an hour in a class for which we were not pre- pared. There is the frantic effort to prepare the lesson while the teacher calls | the roll, the unsuccessful attempt to make the person be- fore you a barricade, the final unhappy bluff when called upon. We have experienced, too, the exhilaration of knowing the lesson. Does it not seem to lift you up when the teacher asks question after question, and you have the answer to each? We attack the lesson with vigor and joy, and the period floats by on wings. Is it not strange then, that we indulge in the pleasure so seldom? E. M. B. SUPPORT OUR ADVERTISERS Do you read the advertisements in the EASTERNER? If not, begin today. In the back and front pages you will find the names of those concerns which give their backing to our magazine. The money that they p of immense importance to us. Yet we should hardly like to accept it as a gift. These peo- ple insert their advertisements, expecting to receive your patronage. And surely it is only fair and just that you patronize those who patronize us. You will find some of the best firms in the city represented in th ese pages. Go to our advertisers to supply your needs, and don’t forget to tell them that you saw their adver- tisement in the EASTERNER. ay for this space is L. K. B.

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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.

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Frrruary, 1926 The KASTERNER PAGE 21 JOIN You’re welcome, Freshmen, to our halls, You’re part of Eastern High; So help her further to achieve Success as years roll by. To show your spirit, now’s the time; Your only Freshies, yet. Each boy can give the school his help By being a Cadet. THE WEARERS OF THE GREEN I met with Eddie Andrus, and he took me by the hand And said, ‘‘How are the rookies and where- ever will they land?’’ It’s the most disgraceful business that ever I have seen; They’re razzing all the rookies as the wearers of the green. For a long time the Irish have suffered, and the Rookies of Eastern are in a like pre- dicament. We have the same beautiful color, green; the same sufferings of continual class struggles. Instead of potato famines, we have knowledge famines. We have, tltere- fore, adopted March 17 as our day—spirit- ually, morally, and indignantly. Some of our most eloquent speakers are endeavoring to se- TO THE SENIORS AND Just exactly one semester ago, dear Seniors and other Upperclassmen, we Rookies came from our various grammar schools, fresh and green; but now we are educated. No longer do we inquire the way to Room Number—; no longer do we carry all the books we own from room to room; no longer do we do our lessons in study hall; no longer do we sit meekly in the library, because, as we said eure a ‘‘legal Eastern holiday’’ for us. Several months ago we were extremely downeast, but our spirits were revived when so many rookies joined the orchestra and are now modern ‘‘Saint Patricks’? as they go fiddling through the halls trying to rid East- ern, not of snakes, but of seniors. Say—it’s working too. When the law can stop the rookies from growing as they grow, And when we leave the Rookie-Land to be a Soph-o-mo, Then we shall change the color you choose to eall so mean, But till that day, we'll stick, I say, to “Wearing of the Green.’’ HELEN Swick, ’29. OTHER UPPERCLASSMEN before, we are now educated. No longer will you have the pleasure of teasing us. But never fear; we are not the only rookies in the world, for the first of this month more rookies came, young and inexperienced. How- ever, with our own discomfitures freshly im- planted in our minds, we beg you to remem- ber the dark, dim days of the past when you were rookies, and be kind to them. Exois Rocers, 2072.