Easton Area High School - Rechauffe Yearbook (Easton, PA)

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ings,” hopelessly lost in the labyrinthine passages of the Temple of Knowledge, and on another page the same things bubbling over wi' flichterin' noise and glee. because a poor innocent dog had been enticed on the rostrum of the assembly room: and again I saw the wise upper classmen laugh when a little Freshman walked up on the plat- form to s| eak with Mr. Jones. After that, in quick succession. I saw how every one was sneezing violently, as if greatly aggravated, and how Mr. Jones organized the Ananias Club, and how St. Patrick’s Day and Sock Day and Washington’s Birthday had been celebrated. And 1 was surprised that so much space was taken up by. “frivolity,” and Clio answered me, think- ing thus: “What is. is; and it is my duty to inscribe that. As humor and gayety occupy a large place in life, so I give it much space. And another massive volume was placed before me and it contained the scholastic records of our class. I only saw how it was recorded of Miss Jones’ Latin ability, Miss Griffith's English proficiency and Stryker’s Mathematical genius before another volume or scroll was substituted. Musicians of 1910. were inscribed thereon and 1 saw the names of Miss Boehmer. and of her song, and the clear-voiced Glee Club singers that had showered themselves with glory, especially when 1912 gave her present to the school. And this, reminding me of 1910s present to school, the volume telling of that was placed before me. and I read of how Mr. Snyder, our president, had, in behalf of our class, presented a portrait of the right Hon- orable Governor Wolfe, of Pennsylvania. Our Junior Class meeting was fully described, how our doughty little president had been visiting at Walters’ store, and had been indisposed to be present, and how we selected our pin. and even how those Seniors had re- ceived the water and paddle cure was written there. And I beheld “Junto” on the next scroll and therein was written how the business managers had hustled and how the different department editors, backed up by the school, had lifted the paper higher toward perfection. In a Junto inscribed on the scroll I saw how “Mac's” Bazaar had been such a success, and had earned so much monev for the various organizations. 11

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Senior Class History v OLLOW Me.” And lo, I saw the entrance to a large cave, and therein a stately maiden. On through the pas- sage we wended our way and came to a large open room, shadowy, that seemed to be without bounds, immeasurable; and there was a subtle noise of parchment and pen, and yet there was no noise. And I marvelled greatly. “I am Clio, Muse of History, of Gods and Mortals I record the deeds; read!” And lo, a huge vault whereon was inscribed “Easton High School. 1910,” was open in front of me; and I be-' held many parchments, all written as if by hand, but illumined beautifully. And I withdrew one from the pile; and it was called “Arbor Day.” And I read of how Clarence Hess had orated and how our young “Pinchots” and “Burroughs” had expatiated on the utility of the forests. And one after the other, without any apparent motion, different parchments were placed before me, “Lincoln Day,” “Christmas,” “noth Day,” “Historical Reading.” And always there were the same comments, eulogizing our orators and dcclaimers. And under Lincoln Day I saw Clarence Hess receiving the well-merited prize that Seniors had striven in vain for. There was a picture of Krantz under the Christmas tree trying hard to be funny and this description was under it, “Krantz. vulgarly known as Wamba the Knut.” And there was, how he used to come to school and laughing at that “which none but fools call wit,” his own jokes, disturb the peace and quietude of his classmates. And noth Day and Historical Essay Read- ing passed by. and it told how every one had been surprised but the six who received the honor. As if reading my thoughts, a huge volume called Humor and Distractions of 1910,” was placed before me. And the volume was so ponderous that I could not move it, but the leaves turned of themselves. And I saw many strange and peculiar things therein, and “no man would believe it by estimation, but lie had seen it.” And I saw how, on the first day, which was the fourth of September, the wee things toddlin’,” fresh from the maternal wash- 10

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“Statistics of 1910 was placed before me and I saw therein the enumeration and classification of the various mem- bers of the class. And the officers for the Sophomore year were: Vice-President. Grace Sutter: Treasurer, S. Dew- son; Junior year. Vice-President. Beatrice Emory; Treasurer, Ralph Fisher; Senior year, Vice-President, Ruth Zuck; Treasurer, Lvsle Wynans, and Ward Snyder and Edith Osterstock President and Secretary for the three years. But one volume remained, and it was an exceedingly ponderous roll, and thereon was inscribed Athletics.” And as it opened. I learned with amazement that forty-three E's had been earned by 1910. or more than enough for each fellow in the class to have one. Those who received them were: Football, Capt. Balentine, Mgr. McElroy, Dcwson, Strausburg, Freeman, Dutt, Ziegenhorn and Stone: Basketball. Captain Stone, Mgr. Miller. Snyder and Schoch; Track, Ex-Capt. Balentine. Mgr. Dcwson. Snyder and Schoch: Baseball. Capt. Dcwson, Mgr. Wynans, Stone. Fisher, Crater and Hcil. And I read how much better the finances were in 1910 and how much more successful the team. And I saw the pictures of the various games and I recalled how the fellows had played, played hard for the glory of dear old Easton High, and how in the near future their names would supplant the names of Cobb and Wagner, and of Hayes and Sullivan, when Clio aroused me. saying: “What has happened you here have seen recorded. As life is ever varied, so life's training should be varied. From Freshmen you have grown, not merely in name, to Seniors. Come.” And I stood on a lofty hill. In the distance, shining in the sun. were the spires of churches and colleges and tall office buildings, around which floated the smoke of countless factories and workships. And Clio extended her arm and slowly said, “Behold! Go forth, fight and win!” And lo, I was alone. 12