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

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Now a flash illumined the haze, Jack Binns of 1910. ’Twas Davison about to speak, (but pshaw) The spark went out again. Then Izzy Krohn, that little bunch Of comic recitations, Which would have been so bad But for those tongue-tied hesitations. Laros, our musician, then With thoughtful mien strode by. Humming, as of old his wont. Some pretty melody. Rows A and B before me passed. While Winkey took the roll: Big Freeman tripped him. as of yore. And Winkey took the roll. How all the Seniors wildly laughed. All clapped their hands in glee: Adown the aisle, our Principal, With rising ire came he. With trembling hands the books came out. The pages quickly turning: Each Senior on his lesson then His downcast gaze was burning. Our dancing master then I saw, Lyslc Wynans. King of Grace: With rapid strides he too moved on Along the ’wildcring maze. And McElroy, big blushing Fred, The idol of a Freshman lass: He looked and laughed, grew rosy red. And onward then did pass. Then even as he passed from sight. Another took his place; Lo! there was Billy Ziegenhorn. Smiling before my gaze. And gentle May was by his side. They snuggled close together: For he had sworn to protect her Until death did them sever. Next Harold Heil came wandering Along my trance did seem. Harold was our short-stop Upon the baseball team. Then Clarence Hess and Peter Schoch. Beau Brummcls of our class; They both strode by in haughty haste And from my view did pass. Russy” Stone then next I saw. Our captain of basketball fame: Though not quite up to the standard height. He got there just the same. A dim cloud picture now did form. And as it clearer grew I saw that it was Dewson 'Mid the pictures that he drew.

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Rimes of 1910 b It was an ancient chauffeur. And he stopped me on the lea: “By thy long fur coat and greasy hands, Now wherefore, stoppeth thou me ?” “My name is Snyder, sir. quoth he. . “My auto's down the lane: The spark plug is defunct. I guess. It will not spark again.” He led me to his stranded car. And hade me step within. When straightway it did hum and buzz. With most unseemly din. The chauffeur then with maniac laugh leaped to the steering wheel. I tried to pray. Alas! Alack! I could not even kneel. On, on we flew, with direful speed. Increasing all the while: Till by the lowering sun. I knew We'd sped full many a many mile. A turn appeared within the road. Our speed still unabated: I knew that death lay in our path. Vet only gasped—and waited. I thought of all the wicked things I’d ever said or done. And vowed should I be spared alive To atone for everyone. And then in quick succession passed My jolly High School days. I saw again my own fair class. Alas though through a haze. First Balcntine. our hero. came. An athlete was he: And often times 'gainst weary odds Had won us victory. But greatest generals sometimes fail. Strongest hearts break down! And Balcntine had lost bis heart. On the South Side of our town. And then appeared another face. Dug Crater I could see. And as he looked he gave the wink That captured poor Birdie. She’s waiting at the church door yet, That foolish little girl: She thinks that Crater still is true. Shame on the faithless churl. iS

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The good and bad, the great and small. Yes every one was there: And those that had no place to rest Were floating in the air. Fred Miller, now. our editor. Came stalking through my dream; A moral essay in each hand. How real it all did scent! X'ext Ralph Orlando Fischer came,. With Shinier at his back: I closed my ears lest they should sing “The Teacher and the Tack. Krantz. our one-time knocker And King of Repartee, Came dancing then before my gaze. He seemed as ever, gay. The old time smirk upon his face. llis eyes with mirth were beaming. His every move, his every glance With countless pranks seemed teeming. I recollected then when Krantz From his Junto had torn a leaf. Because should it be seen at home He feared'twould bring him grief. Joe Rodcnbougli now dashed by Upon a bony steed, Alas! I fear the skinny thing Was sore in need of feed. I.awall followed after Joe, Up and down bounced he; 3 I often wondered how it was He kept a whole body. In and out of the saddle. Along Northampton Street: Had I been he I’d much prefer To travel on my feet. Chief Kctchlcdgc, Actor-Orator. Lieutenant Sunshine Band Came swinging then into the haze. And boldly took his stand. Yet once again, the picture changed. The old main room I saw: The round and kingly teacher there Was doling out the law. He turned his wrathful gaze on me. His lips then moved in speech: The chauffeur by my side did give A most unearthly screech. We struck! I flew! I know not where, 'Twas long ere I came to: The stars were sparkling up on high. The grass was wet with dew. A man was kneeling by my side. And as my head he pressed, You’ve made up rhymes enough,” he said. You’d better take a rest. So if the meter limps a bit. And rhymes arc all askew. You sec, friends, how it came about, 'Twas all that I could do.