Eleanor McMain High School - Echoes Yearbook (New Orleans, LA)

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Blind Date fContinued from page 261 all that matters at a dance, Janie insisted. You certainly won't be at the end of a twenty-foot pole when you dance with him. Well . . . Pat considered doubt- fully. And then,- Why not? lk ll' lk Miss Patricia Laine, high school graduate, marched down the aisle in a daze, so happy, that she was above the clouds, so in need of her glasses, that she brushed right past her ador- ing parents and into something very tall, who apologized hastily, and ad- ded, Do you know Jane Martin? Pat stared in wonder, trying vainly to see past the misty haze that float- ed between them. Surely such a rich, vibrant voice could come only from a fairy tale prince. Yes, she said sweetly in her most impressive voice. 'You must be Jerry Martin. I'm Pat Laine. ' Before he could answer, what :sounded like her parents rushed up with Janie and her beloved Bill and, Oh, darling! You were so lovely! But don't you think . . . Mother, Pat interrupted, this is Jerry Martin. How do you do, Jerry, dear, Mrs. Laine said graciously. But, Pat, don't you think you ought to wear your . . . Mother, please . . . Pat said hastily. Goodnight, dear. With a whirl of white, they were gone, Janie in hopes, and Pat in re- lief despite her bewilderment. li il ll K Y! Well, Janie demanded, gasping' from her daily exercises, after the most beautiful evening imaginable had evaporated into morning, how do you like him? Did he ask you to go out with him to the swimming party? Yes, Pat said quietly, digging into her overnight bag for one more bobby-pin. Don't you like him? Yes, Pat said. Then, in a cloudburst, Oh, Janie, I'm a miser- able flop! I was so happy, even though I didn't get a part in the class play, because I was going to star at the prom, and now . . . Now what? Jane said, swinging her feet back to earth with a bang. He doesn't like me, Janie, Pat said disappointingly. He didn't once say he was surprised to find me so Thirty-four ' lovely, or that my eyes were beauti- ful-and, when we went to the win- dow, he didn't talk about the sky or the moon. There was a moon, wasn't there? Janie laughed uproariously, in fact, so uproariously that Pat threw her bag and herself down on the bed in a rage of tears. You poor little sap, Janie said unappreciatively. When I was dancing with Jerry, he practically bored me to distraction with how wonderful you are. The trouble was, he insisted, that he couldn't see a thing without his glasses! Things We'd Like to See CContinued from page 221 Serra, Katherine-minus some of her sweetness Sherlock, Harriet--busy as 8. bee Sherrard, Eloise-talking' like Andy Devine Simmons, Mae-Speaking English in- stead of Spanish Simoneaux, Maureen--Without a love affair Staehle, Dorothy-a contralto Steclcler, Althea-With plaits St. Julien, Elaine-loud Stone, Virginia--tall and stout Sundmaker, Vivian-with the 3 V's -vim, vigor, vitality Sutter, Dorothy-a goody-goody Swatzfager, Anna-with jet black hair Terry, Phyllis-Willowy Thompson, Gloria-not lending a helping hand Trahan, Rita-down to earth Trout, Jane-with short finger nails Twigg, Cynthia--not cheering for Fordham Ulmer, Bernadine--talking loud and fast Umbaeh, Amelie-being quiet and demure Vaeth, Shirley--not being so inter- ested in aviation Venza, Lorraine-as a timid, fair blonde Von Belmren, Elaine-making' up a duet in a certain orchestra Vorbusch, Betty--speechless Walker, Virginia-serious Walling, Nell-with her hair un- combed Walther, Frances-a dumb Dora Walsh, Bettye-in a convent Ward, Margaret-with short hair Weatheraby, Claire-disagreeable Wells, Kathleen-not having so much to say Whiteside, Jane-without that poetic instinct Wild, Juanita-without that fear of dramatics Willem, Juneau old maid Wood, Emily--without that glamor- ous look Yeast, Adele-with a thirty-inch waist me Zahn, Shirley-speaking above a whisper Zander, Clair-ea Raggedy Ann Quiz Column Beverly McClure, '42 SINCE poetic quotations are useful in composition writing, we have decided to add this column to our Echoes . 1. Rivers of gold-mist flowing down From far celestial fountains,- The great sun flaming through the rifts Beyond the wall of mountains. 2. I am sorry that I spelt the word: I hate to go above you, Because-the brown eyes lower fell- Because, you see, I love you! 3. Let us welcome, then, the stran- g-ers, Hail them as our friends and brothers, And the heart's right hand of friendship Give them when they come to see us. 4. Honors are but silly toys, I know, And titles are but empty names. 5. Yes, Heaven is thineg but this Is a world of sweets and soursg Our Howers are merely-iiowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss- Is the sunshine of ours. 6. Good advice is beyond price. 7. America is the only place where man is full grown. 8. A thing of beauty is a joy for- ever. 9. Mother is the name for God In the lips and hearts of chil- dren. 10. Our whole duty for the present at any rate is summed up in the motto: America first. 11. Lovely was the death of Him whose life was Love! Zatarain, June-in a serious mood Ziegler, lvy Mae-with straight, long, black hair . Zoller, Geraldine-not worrying Monday for Friday Rita Comarda, Chairman: Clare Rita Allen, Jeanne Baker, Joy Barren, Doris Bertbelot, Joyce Bosrh, Ella Bourgeois, Yvonne Qoll, Shirley Gitz, Madeline Green, June Hutchinson, Glori- ana Jahn, Etbelelda' johnson, Dorothy La- Poutge, Rita McGinnis, 'Barbafau McNl1f, Kath- erine Planchard, Pamela Phillips, BeltZ.Por- retro, Shirley Pregeant, Dorothy Ro mxon, Ioycelyn Schully. Altbea Sfechler, Mae Sun- rnons, Virginia Stone, Gloria Thompson, Lor- raine Venza, Belly Vorbuscb. E-C-H-O-E-S

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Comment That Grand School Spirit WEWE wished for an ideal gym department many a time. We've longed for a swimming pool, show- ers, a gymnasium, and, I bet, even golf links if we'd thought of it. Yet have we stopped to realize that a gym isn't made by the equipment, but by the students who must work hand in hand with their instructors to promote that spirit which knows no defeat? Often a school that is rich in all the conveniences a girl could wish for and has a gym complete in every respect, is lacking in supporters. Our McMain, with capable teachers and enthusiastic girls, is fortunate, in- deed. We have the proper ingredi- ents . For instance, we can boast volley-balls and teachers to teach girls to play, tournaments-girls to enter and teachers to supervise. We have teams-Ivories and Jades, cheer-lead- ers, and a picked varsity falthough competition is scarce at presentj. So you see we have a grand gym-even better than we might have thought -for, although we may lack, in some respects, some equipment, we have that which is more desirable-the SPIRIT! Yes, the summer months will spell a long awaited joyous time for you and me, but wherever we may be, or whatever we may be doing, let us ever be thankful that our privilege to do as we please, and to enjoy the real life that was meant for us, is all part of our way of living, the AMERI- CAN WAY. Elements Amy Green, '42 0 gift of God ! The rumhine hrighi, 0 gift of Love! The moon at nighi, The rippling hraoh, the Jihging tree, All there are giflr from God to thee. E-C-H-O-E-S QLD i Through the Keyhole of the City By A Stranger Edlea Kelly, '42 UAMERICA'S M o s t Interesting City , Queen of the South , these and many other flattering titles make New Orleans a must on every traveler's list. People who have visited it return home with phrases that stick in one's mind such as Mar- di Gras . . . the Vieux Carre . . . mag- nolias . . . antiques . . . gumbo . . . Lafitte, the Pirate Mardi Gras is the never-to-be-for- gotten epic of the city. The jovial- ity of its crowds, the blinding glory that is the parades, the careless abandon of the maskers, the spon- taneous gaiety of the very at-mos- phere, all add up to a whole that is the essence of Mardi Gras. Canal Street is the great divide of one generation from another. On one side is the musty, grimy, yet fascinating area of antique shops, patios, wrought iron balconies, and overflowing museums. On the other are the huge buildings and bustling activity expected of every modern city today. New Orleans' semi-tropical climate is responsible for the flowers that bloom throughout the winter that amaze non-Orleanians, and the abund- ant flora which has for its setting the picturesque moss that hangs from watchful oaks viewing the centuries march by. And now the Spring Fiesta is a recent attempt to cement more firm- ly the past history with that current- ly being made and to re-picture the enchanting surroundings of old New Orleans. New Orleans' colorful history so influences the life of today that one glimpse of, say, Jean Lafitte's cell will whisk you along the mouldy corridors of the past in a delightful chain of events until you awaken in the Cabildo conscious of the hum of everyday voices. A place where the old and the new grasp hands and mingle charmingly to form an everlasting impression in a visitor's mind is New Orleans. A Field Trip Miriam Keating, '42 Class-Miss Randolph's second per- iod English class. Place-WWL Studio. Time-1:30 P. M. Comments- Miss Randolph and her English class made a visit to the WWL studio where the genuine hospitality of everyone there enabled us to have a most interesting and enjoyable trip. Many things which had before puzzled some of the girls were made clear by our host who acted as a guide and showed us around, explain- ing different things and answering our questions. When one hears that a program is transcribed it simply means that the program is coming over the air on huge records which the studio calls pancakes , Every little word and every little pause must be timed to perfection so that all will come out on time. The rooms of the studio are sound proof so that even if one screamed the sound could not be heard in the other rooms. Because the rooms are soundproof, some means of communication besides by conversation is needed. Therefore, hand signals and telephones are used. To tell whether a program is on the air or not is a very simple matter now, for outside the door of the studio the light goes on if a program is being broadcast and off if one is not. In the studio the microphones are specially lined to catch the mois- ture which always comes from one's mouth when he or she speaks. An- other interesting fact learned was that when a program is on the air the people out at the lake hear it before we do. However, to many of us, the most enjoyable thing of the trip was meet- ing the announcers whom we hear everyday without knowing what they look like. Also the girls were fasci- nated by the music of Mr. Ray Mc- Namara, who played many pieces for us on his Hammond electric organ. To put a perfect ending to a perfect trip, a program was dedicated to us, the pupils of McMain High School, which made us feel quite honored. To be sure everyone left the studio with a little more knowledge of a broad- casting station and with the hope of making another field trip as enjoy- able as that one had been. Thirty-three

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pacing Jenny Bell Gex-mann, '41 A Four Year Summary Shirley Vaeth, '41 just four years ago I entered McMain, The days seemed so long, my dreams were in vain, I dreaded my gym class, my algebra, too, And especially on Mondays I always felt blue. And then about my sophomore year I developed some friendships, which I still hold dear, The days became shorter, though I still took gym And happy the time when report cards rolled in,' The drawing class, which was always a treat, Rated next to English, which can't be beat. In my junior year a counselor gay- To help guide our girls on the only right way And now, if I may, I add-gym was still there And the same funny suits that we all have to wear. Then after three years had passed A Senior B, I became at last,' An honor during this term I obtained I was now a member of the Staff of Mc- Main. And-now-a graduate--a dream com- plete, With harder battles yet to defeat,' A term of pleasures, work, and fun, With another path on life begun,- Our Carnival Ball was one main event, And then our first meeting-so happily spent, Next was the Baby Party-so very proud were we To welcome the Freshies, our followers to be,' Now we draw nearer and nearer to Iune, It seems as though four years have passed too soon. More pleasures await us, honor day for one, And then the luncheon, which is noted for fun,- And finally the end-our graduation night, The diplomas near make our hearts light. The prom with its music, its dancing so SW E-C-H-O-E-S May be the last time to see our friends on life's pathway. And, now as I leave I just want to say I'll always look back on my high school days, 'And forever the ideals of Eleanor Mc- Main Within my heart will always remain. My Brother ,And I Betty Goldstein, '44 One night when the stars above were high, My brother and I set off for the sky, A queer little man invited us there, He waved his wand, and we were off through the air. We glided over housetops and over the trees Swifter and swifter we went through the breeze. Some people tell about clouds, but they lie, Clouds are just spider webs hung in the sky. After passing the stars we came to the moon, And here's where both of us started to swoon. The queer little man pointed his wand to the ground, We landed. and strange little people crowded 'round. Three strange children hummed a foolish tune, How queer it was to be on the moon,' Then we discovered what people say is quite true, The moon is of cheese, we can guarantee you. I wondered how the moon would taste, I took a small piece but I did it in haste, As I was about to taste the cheese, All of a sudden I had to sneeze. The people came angrily towards my brother and me. lVe looked at each other and wanted to flee. And now I knew that we were doomed For I had broken the sacred moon. Next that I knew we were floating through space, Of the moon, and the people there was nary a trace. Because of stupid, stupid I My brother and I surely would die. My back hit the groundf everything changed, Someone was loudly calling my name. I told what had happened, then wanted to weep, For they laughed and said I had been fast asleep. But I can assure you, and you, and you, That all I've said is all quite true. 'Cause we have been all through the sky, Yes, we have, my brother and I. Flowers Carol Ruth Barnett, '41 Every color, every hue, Filled with crystal diamond dew, Quenched with showers of April rain, Fragrant flowers bud again. Buttercups and daffodils, In the valleys, on the hills, Morning glories, daisies, too, Greet the sun when skies are blue. Lilies, sweetpeas, roses fair, Lady slippers everywhere, Dainty little dandilions. jasmine and wisteria vines. The artist's brush could not excel The scene where little flowers dwell. Were it not' for rain and sun, Nature's work could not be done. A Messenger of Spring Muriel Bonie, '41 A red bird lives near our house Who's as scarlet as scarlet can be And he sings and warbles the livelong day In the top of our willow tree. From whence he came I do not know Nor how he happened by, But chirping loud, his little song Seems clearly to reply, Awake ,yon sleepy, weary soul, Desert thy wintry bed. Forget thy troubles and thy toils: Behold the dawn so red. The grass is green. The flowers bloom. All nature seems to sing. Awake, thou dullest of mortal beings,' Know ye not 'tis spring? Thirty-five