Eastern Junior High School - Arrow Yearbook (Pontiac, MI)

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,ff - Wi.,- QQ i '5- RSMJ' xr jaigixi Page 7 boys! William: They don't hurt you,ma, hon- est! They only -- Mrs. D.: Hush! There's the telephone. Answers it. Hello! Oh yes,Mrs. Sweet What did you say.?Tomorrow evening? Why, yes. certainly. Aduet with Betty Jane? He will be glad to play- She is such a sweet little girl. William is so fond of her! Thank you so much, Mrs. Sweet. Goodbye! William: Now what have I got to do? Mrs. D: I have just arranged for you to play a duet with that lovely little Betty Jane Sweet atan entertainment tomorrow night. Isn't that nice? You will look so nice with her-she has such beautiful curls! William: Oh,ma,there is not a boy in town that has to play the piano! And that kid! Why all the fellows guy me now, and if I have to play with her, they'lI be worse than ever. ,Can't I- Mrs. D. : Not anot ei word! Get busy. Warnirlply Here comes your father. William: One-Two-Three Mr. D.:Well,son,how's the music?That sounds fine. Better go out and play football awhile.That is the only thing for a boy your age. 1 William dashes oiltl Mrs. D: Oh, Henry! and Ijust told-him he couldn't go! He'll be hurt and -- Her words are drowned out by -shouts from oatsicle C'mon, fellow!23-61-?:4- SHOOT. ' CUR'DAIN. I am the Sun Iam the Sun - And I live so high I warm up the earth, And light up the sky. I keep children happy While they are at play So that brings to me Another happy day. ' ' Dorothy Wirth 7B-5 -....E,....... My Pet My puppy knows well ' How I like to play, And never acts frightened, But romps the whole day. When my puppy gets a bone, You better watch out, If you dont want a nip, For it's all new thinks about. I Zelda Kendall 7B-4 ,,.1..-E.-1. RESOLUTIONS We're making resolutions, Of the things we're going to do n In the new year 'coming round. When we'll start our page anew. We're going to mind our elders, Treat our friends better than before: We're going to keep our tongue con- ' Lrolled, And be not cross any mcre. , Oh, yes, wefre .making resolutions, And we're going to keep them, too, These resolutions that we make Of things we're going to do. Marguerite Wilmot SB-5

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Page 6 ' I .Y . me g A Tantalizing Tale How many of you know where We get our word tantalize? It came from the name of a man. He was the son of a very great king and had every- thing he wanted, but he was not satisfied. One day he did a very mean cruel deed. Lo you think his just father let that deed go unnoticed? No,not for an instant. The doer of the wicked deed was placed undera sf- vere punishment. But what was the punishment? The king and some of his officers met and discussed the subject. A plan was finally decided u :on and carried out. The cruel sm was placed in a lake in which he stood with the water up to his chin, andabove his head was plac- ed the most delicious fruit you have ever seen. Now you might think that was not a punishment but wait! What happened when the son tried to quench his thirst? Thewater receeded until he could not get a sip of it. And what happened when he streched up his arm to grasp the fruit? It also receed- ed out of -reach. How tantalizing! Now, I suppose,you know the poor fellovv's name. It was Tantalus and his father was Zeus. Marguerite Wilmot 8B-5 Why Mothers Get Gray, or Why Boys Leave Home by Vivian Schember-9B-4 Characters Wfilli im Donahue Mrs. Donahue Mr. Donahue Placeg Williams home-where Will- iam is vvith much difficulty persuaded to practice his music lesson. T'i'me,' Almo t any day. Scene opens with lfvillfiam seated at the piano-Mrs.D. busy about room. William: One- two three- four! One- -tWo-three-fourlOh,gee,ma'can't l- Mrs.D: Willi am Donahue,you settle right down and practice your lesson. William:One-two-threeOne-twothree- fourlOh,hecklNobody but sissies play the piano.That's a girl's job Wny,m1, all the boys around here are out play- ing football?1'll never get this piece - it's too harcl. Mrs. D.: Football! I should say not! I vvill not have my son out on that wet, mudny field, with that mob of rough tContinu d on page 7.1

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Page 8 f 'X I ,gf- , '. f ',.i js 'Qin ' . -. il sf- THE CLOUDS I am the clouds, So fleecy and white. You see I'm quite a pretty sight. I play in the sky and go around and around. But I never make a single sound. Grace McGinnis 7B-5 ..--E-1- High Adventure One day while Jean and I were trudg- ing through the woods, we saw a thin wisp of smoke curling upward from a small, dried-out swamp. Upon closer investigation we found a smouldering camp fire, and over it hung a pail. We thought that perhaps this would turn out to be an adventure so we look- ed cautiously in all directions to see if anyone were about.However, no one was in sight, and we crept towards the fire. ' The most delicious odors were com- ing from the pail,and we were hungry as bears. We waited a while,but no one apps-ared.We finally became impatient and Jean suggested we help ourselves. We took our tin cups ,from our knap- sacks, and prepared tc take some of the contents of the pail, which proved to be a stew of rabbit and vegetables. We made up our minds that some hunter must have left his camp to find more game. We were justbeginning to enjoy ourselves when a shot disturbed the silence of the woods about us. The natural thing to do was to run, which we promptly did. We heard a shout, and an angry voice saying, Halt or I'll shoot. Needless to say, we halted, for we supposed of course the voice was addressing us. When we turned around, we had another surprise, for ,we saw a man running our way, closely followed by another man with a gun. This frightened us more than ever, and once more we started to run. I stumbled over a root and bumped my head on a stump. I was dazed at first, but I started to rise, when it seemed as if a huge tree were crashing down upon me. When I recovered my senses, Ifound it was a man, and not a tree, that had fallen on mel i The man with the gun was compli- rnenting us on our bravery in helping him capture the one who had fallen over me, who turned out to be a poacher, and the owner of the stew that we had been obliged to leave. The captor gave ns a reward, and I promptly fainted once more. It wasn,t very large, but it was enough to buy each of us a new reel for our fishing rod. Charlotte Barker '- SA-I Books are keys to wisdcm's treasure, Books are gates to lands of pleasure, Books are paths that upward lead Books are friends, come! let us read! Selected