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

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O's is to introduce the Lunch Room Kitchen, a most important adjunct in the scheme of things here at Eastern but an unknown base to most Easternites. While the kitchen is an essential element in the success of the Lunch Room, far more important are the loyalty and support of its student customers.

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Che Easterucr EASTERN HIGH SCHOOL, WASHINGTON, D. C. fei (ge Well, Do Better, Do Best Coumunrcatioxs Sour Published five times’ a ; fe Aut Busrxess Commus . A year by the Students ‘tHE BusINess MANAGER of Eastern High, School, Washington, D.C. werd pute ssea Oe a PTION Price, $1.25 per YEAR; BY Class Matter in the Post Gh Cob ertensse use tra Ceres Rated M Wanner, Dee under Act Commencement: Number, 75 Cents, Payable in Advance. of March 4, 1879. VOL. XXX WASHINGTON, D. C., FEBRUARY, 1927 NO. 3 Easterner Statf 1926-1927 EDITORIAL STAFF Editor, Paul Spalding, ’27, Exchanges, Allan Mockabee, '27. Ist Assistant Editor, Peter Manganaro, '27. Poetry, Elise Scharf, 27. | 2nd Assistant Editor, Marjorie Keim, '27. iF cesirmasrie ESPNU acre Use aa Department Editors: RG Features, Pauline Roth, '27. Frances Wright, '27. Art, Margaret Mowbray, '27; Isabel Witherite, '27 Cynthia Eldridge, '29. School news, Catherine Schroeder, ’27. Virginia Cooke, '28. Sports, Mildred Kettler, ’27; Gifford Irion, '28. Ruth Bell, '23. Cadets, Russell Davis, ‘27. Josephine Hummer, '29 Organizations, Clara Wheelock, '27; John Hann, '27. Stat Typists: Personals, Burton Langhenry, '27; Beryle Edmiston, ‘27. ‘Ancita May, '27. Faculty, Ethel Mae Frame, '27 Mary Wertman, ’27. Alumni, Sam McGlathery, '27. Elizabeth Feindt, ’27. Humor, Carl Martin, '27; Emily May, '27. Ida Chernikoff, ’28. BUSINESS STAFF Business Manager, Jack Vivian, '27. Circulation Manager, Eldred Wilson, Assistant Business Manager, Harold Curran, ’27. Peete Advertising Manager, Wm. Crentz, '27. att Assistants : Paul Lawson, '28. William Sandridge, ’27. Bookkeeper, Louise Turner, ’28. Greer Ellis, '27. Fear Ferdinand Walter, '28. agtr : Virginia Cooke, 28. Sophie Lubin, ‘29. Claison King, ‘28. Ruth Stuart, ''29. Ralph Watt, ’28 Ruth Lyon, '29. Table of Contents abhesBoysNextab ooreaceme see The Sun of Austerlitz......... be ELOLs@S) 2. diayehas siopayeenermeetegere ae Oe Blackmail . Some Day. A Street Car Episode The Poets’ Corner... It Served Him Right...... é ditorialSueraer RE UICcR SES Ary alte ehcsereecvitaacs SECGOTE HOD Rersonalsaengesas acre et bie steer Siciteiell INGE oaseacdascace coeenne loltule rosee aus Hop ocenoocH nade INGWERREETTSUS occ ogc cn Pesan scare Sports CAKES Scouse Faculty Notes. os IMO Gace chosoce ae Exchange .

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THE EASTERNER 9 The Boy Next Door By Frances Wricut, '27 Helen was the “only girl,” and Bill was the “boy next door.” And so it had been since they had first started out together in their rookiehood at high school. It was very nice to have someone who lived next door to walk to and from school with each day, and still nicer when one needed some pointers on that very terrible math problem. Now, at the end of four swiftly passing years, Bill was going away to college. Helen was going to a secretarial school. That sum- mer before their first separat ion was one won- derful round of pleasure—tennis, swimming, picnics, dances; and when the time came for Bill to leaye, Helen was wearing, not a dia- mond, but one of Bill’s own rnigs placed on her left hand with a new meaning, The first few months letters flew back and forth with daily regularity, with specials on Saturday and a telegram on Sunday. These were indeed letters filled with great promises and plans ; Bill loved college, but oh, boy ! when the Christmas holidays came around—! Weeks ahead plans were made for these Christmas holidays; Betty, a girl friend of Helen’s, was giving a house-party at her home in New York. The few spare moments squeezed in between going to school and writing to Bill were spent in making a dress for the great occasion. It was to be blue, with a full, fluffy skirt. Bill had always adored Helen in blue. A week before Christmas, Bill wrote only two letters—very careless of him, but still ex- cusable since he would soon be there to be reprimanded in person. The two that did come seemed to lack something, enthusiasm or per- haps sincerity. And then, the day that Bill was due to arrive came the fatal telegram— Bill was not coming home for Christmas! He was stire Helen would understand ; he was in- vited to spend the holidays with one of the “fellows.”’ Of course, it hurt dreadfully ; and, of course, Bill didn’t care for her any Tonger, since he preferred the company of some “fel- low” to the wonderful time they had planned. So, for the first time, Helen was really seri- ously angry with Bill. His hateful telegram was burned, as were all the letters which fol- lowed it, burned unopened. Helen’s pride had received too sure a blow. At Easter Bill came home, and Helen had “previous engagements” for a whole week. Only once did she even see him, and that was over the backyard fence. Bill had attempted to speak, and in answer the kitchen door was slammed with such vengeance that Bill's words were unheard. In vain did his mother invite Helen; every day was filled ; and every even- ing, when the telephone rang, Helen coldly in- formed the penitent voice that she was all “dated up,” even though some of the “dates” re spent in seclusion in her room with a book. Helen could be independent in her choice of company, also. Bill returned to col- lege, and Helen returned to school, still un- forgiving. Then in June came an invitation from a boy whom Helen had known quite well in high school. His frat was giving a big house party, and Tom was hoping Helen would come up for the big time as his guest. At first, Helen de- termined she would not consider going, because Bill went to the same college, and would prob- ably be there. But, after considering the pos- sibilities, Helen most decidedly determined to go, simply because Bill would be there; and she fervently prayed that Bill would not disappoint her by his absence. She would—well, she would show Bill a thing or two. It was an en- tirely new thing to look forward to, and Helen was going to get a big thrill out of it, some- thing more than merely going to a house party. She would enjoy it immensely to make Bill very uncomfortable. It was only what he de- served. The little blue evening dress that had been so carefully made for Christmas hung, covered (Continued on page 35) we: