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

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We also have our gigglers, Miss Updegrove the worst. And when she Hops down in her place You’d think her seat would burst. She travels with Miss Quiri And a funny pair they are Like the fat and lean of a side show. That arc brought from lands afar. Brinkcr, Bitzer, Arnold and Randolph Finish the giggling group. And if they'd travel in a circus. They’d be called the laughing troupe. Were you ever sitting quiet And were suddenly disturbed? And it seemed a very whirlwind In the distance could lx heard? And you gazed around in wonder To behold the awful sight. But 'twas only Mary Crcveling In her noisy, shuffling flight. As a talker she’s unequalled: But you know she is engaged. And you never can expect much When a person has this rage. Then comes Dot Crater with her “Frank” ways, Who laughs and talks by the hour. She’s a sweet little miss, most pleasant to kiss In a nice, cool, shady Bauer.” 3 And next about my friend Sadie Grube, Who thinks everything is a jest. Did you ever watch that longing gaze Towards the clock as she sits at rest? Sadie plans and longs for the time to come When she won’t have to trot to school: For the one thing she detests in life Is to be under a teacher’s rule. She comes to school late every day, I wondered the reason why. Well, she entertains ‘most every night While the stars blink in the sky. Miss Hart ling is as cold as Diana. For her to condescend On equal terms with others Would indeed this maid offend. Marie Abbott and Marion Abel I lave implored me day and night To spare them, the humiliation, Of bringing their faults to light. They are afraid that some one from Kerch’s Might happen here to day. Should I tell ali I know about them. It would give them completely away. Miss White is the human ostrich. Who cats the live long day. Candy, peanuts or pickles Or anything comes her way. «9

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Characteristics of 1911 ® ® ® By Hazel Herster, ’n Classmates, for four long years we’ve toiled and strug- gled here. We’ve shared cadi others happiness and woes. And soon our paths will sqiarate for aye. How many years, how distant no one knows. How well we can remember the day when first Into this room as Freshmen meek we came. And took our seats prepared to face the worst, Rejoiced in heart that we should reach fame. Alas, these days of joy are almost gone. With only three months more in which to hear The gentle accents “Quiet” thunder on. And scurry to our seats with sudden fear. I’ve counted every member of the class. I’ve watched and scanned you all day by day, And wondered how my pen should o’er you pass, Lest you should take offense from what I say. We’ve students both bright and dull And poets and artists too, With many a dash of wit besides, Rut the scholarly ones arc few. First, I’ll tell you about the girls we have. Whose charms I would not decry. For they’ve filled with fame, the well known name Of dear old F.aston High. To begin there’s Cora Mcllroy, She’s sometimes rude and rough. And then again she’s just as sweet As any girl that bluffs. Bluffers too ire Prendergast and Montague But Walter and Hartung take the lead. If they’d only teach the bluffing trick I’m sure we'd all succeed. Xow comjKire the set of toilers. Misses Schmell, Carpenter, Seip and Hay. You can find them at their lessons Every minute of the day. But it isn’t so very strange. What Miss Carpenter studies for, She and Komig a mission will arrange. As soon as school days are o'er. 18

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She’s font! of the Freshmen fellows In fact she was every year. The reason for this she says is Their ways are so cute and dear. Lydia Miller who likes to be heard Goes flying down the aisles. She is easily brought to anger And as easily brought to smiles. As I gaze adown Ye Old Row A, There’s many a face I pass, But 1 stop amazed and with wonder I gaze On Reilly the wit of the class. He’s quite a wonderful singer, Whose voice goes ever so low. But its due to drinking sodas. And talking so much, you know. They call him the “Necktie Wonder,’’ And he’s a Harp at that. But he’s true blue and Irish all through. So we call him our wonderful “Pat.’’ The same as others we also have Our group of married men. There’s Gciscr, Durand, Romig and Rice And of course Miller thrown in. Rube Miller is indeed our married man: You can see him any night Slowly trudging up the hill With the aid of the college lights. Next comes Stan Genther, the manly man, What ever he doth “Duerr say, I’m loath to impart that he’s lost his heart, For the smile of a maiden gay. Harold Williamson’s quite a studious fellow So bashful, grave and coy, So terribly afraid that to smile at a maid Would shock this sweet, timid boy. George Miller our Junto editor, And Russell Seiple combined Are the geniuses of our class-rooms, So learned, so wise, so refined. Of Mo Sherer I've nothing to say. Except that he’s fond of Miss Schmell: But why poor Mo should pine for her so Is more than I can tell. lie’s also known as the “Kid. Rather silly at times you know. With a lolly-pop here and a lolly-pop there And a rattle or horn to blow. Kline is a jolly fellow, In truthful prose or rhyme. His childish ways are due to his age. His sense will increase with time. Ben Harrison is our musician. Did you ever hear him play? At the orchestra glance and you’ll long for a dance To his music so lively and gay.