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

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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

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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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'W 1-V . Y COTTON! Cotton! It is the life and breath of our Southland, and, therefore, we should be more aware of it as it surrounds our everyday lives. In order to make everyone cotton-conscious the business Amen of the South have banded together to educate the public on the subject of cotton. As a part of the program McMain was indeed privileged, one day this spring, to listen to a talk given by Miss Alice Beasley, the red-headed Maid of Cotton. Clad in a very becoming blue and white dress and an enchanting wide-brimmed white hat-both of cotton-Miss Beasley made a very charming picture as she told us- The aim of the campaign is to make everyone cotton-conscious- conscious of the many and various uses and advantages of cotton. In her brief but interesting chat Miss Beasley discussed the Memphis Cotton Carnival, which is the culmi- nation of this program and urged us The Cotton Maid Mary E. Knight, '41 all to be there through the week of parades, fireworks, flowershows, and balls climaxed on Saturday night by a spectacular parade after the ar- rival of King Cotton on a gaily-be- decked river barge. Visitors from far and near throng the streets to pay homage to Southland's king- Cotton. At the close of the program we approached her to obtain a closer look at her sheer cotton stockings and to discuss the Cotton Carnival. In the course of our conversation charming Miss Beasley, or Alice, as she asked us to call her, told us of her tour. For about 15,000 miles she has been exploiting cotton, the lifeblood of our com-munities, awak- ening the Deep South to the fact that her welfare is inseparably con- cerned with the welfare of her main product. Starting from Nashville and continuing from there to Miami, Tampa, St. Augustine, and Jackson- ville to Mobile, taking a plane to Houston which was forced down along the way, she finally reached New Orleans. Although this was not her first visit to our fair city, she still found much she had never seen. Some day, she said with a definite air, I'm going to live in New Orleans and really become acquainted with the whole city. There's so much to see, and every time I'm here it's for such a short time I never have any opportunity to explore. We will all be looking forward to the time when New Orleans will be again honored with the presence of the blue-eyed cotton sponsor. Indeed, after such an inspiring talk by the attractive exponent of charm we of McMain are now fully aware not only of the necessity of the ad- vancement of cotton but also of its desirability as a clothing fabric to en- hance our personal appearance. Pluma Darling jane Whiteside, '41 Early one October morn In a world of hate and strife, A little darling babe was born. 'Twas a flower brought to life. Her eyes were of a heavenly hue, Her hair like a sheaf of goldf And in those eyes of deepest blue A tale of love was told. She filled our lives with hope and light, Her laughter made us gay. She stood for everything that's right ln her loving baby way. But even God knew all these things In his Eingdom of the sky, And now she, with the angels, sings, Never again to die. It Happened Etta Mae Palmisano, '41 It did not happen on a moonlit night- Nor on a midnight still,' It did not happen in starry light- Nor by a freaking mill. It happened amid a lot of noise- With lots of people aboutf It happened so sweetly, quietly- I wanted to .ring and shout! What happened to me was just this- And here's just how it goes: He seemed so nite and gentle, that I thought he might propose. He's hind and good, I like him lots- He's swept me off my feet. He happened on me suddenly:- just when our eyes did meet. Thirty-six E-C-H-O-E-S