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

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Marilyn has a little pooch And his name is Rover, And when he follows her to school, She'd like to bat him over. The most recent survey shows that the Ideal Man must have the follow- ing qualifications: 1. A car 2. Pleasant conversation 3. A car 4. He must be congenial 5. A car 6. He must be a good listener 7. He must have a car. lEditor's note, Sr.: Numbers 2, 4, and 6 may be omitted if the car has a radio.J if lk Ik By looking through the Allen Re- view, I see that former McMain- ians are doing very well there. Fran- ces Fort received a high average of 9564 while many other did almost as well. Among the officers of the post-graduates are Grace Laguens, Clare Sulli, and Shirley Scanlan. From their exchange column, I bring you these two sallies: Teacher: Give me a sentence with an object, Johnny. Johnny: Teacher, you are beauti- ful. Teacher: What is the object? Johnny: A good mark. Here's to the girls--the young ones! Not too young, For the good die young And nobody wants a dead one. Here's to the girls-the old ones! Not too old, For the old dye, too- And nobody wants a dyed one. if il lk Congratulations to the Review ! A very enjoyable magazine of heart- warming short stories, lyrical poetry, and realistic cuts. I only regret their not having a joke column for it makes it hard on this poor editor to quote-as the stories and most poems are too long. Here is a timely piece which is not so long. l Know On earth there are men Who are bitter and cruel, Who struggle like beasts In an endless duel. Who fail to see The principles of life- The road to peace Instead of strife. In the sky there are stars And planets and sun, Which with constancy Their courses run. Their closeness not marred By jealousy, Their light not dimmed By enmity. For men there's a plan As there is for stars- If links could be forged Instead of bars. lk if ik Making a good impression with its colorful red, white, and blue cover of figures representing winter sports, The Canary and Blue plunged into the interesting material which com- prised its book. There was a charm- ing article which, although it is writ- ten for the opposite sex, should be amusing to you. How to Lose a Girl Friend A recent issue of the Canary presented an article, How to Get a Girl Friend. The Canary once again comes to the aid of its male wall-flowers with the five steps on how to lose a girl friend. Step 1. Introduce her to your best friend. He may be tall, dark, etc., but after having looked at you for a while she appreciates the change. If he is on some athletic team or his dad is the head of some- thing important, it helps. Step 2. If she asks you to a for- mal or sorority dance, show up in informal clothes, take her in a trol- ley, insist on being the life of the party, then escort the fair damsel to a dinner and fed her hamburgers. After that, walk her home through the dark streets and hold her hand and look at the moon while you dis- cuss Einstein's theory. This will do the trickg she will never see you again. Step 3. Brag about the date you had with a pretty blonde three years ago, or the swell times you have been having at the past five sessions of summer school. A Step 4. Sit before the fire-side with herg toast marshmallows till she is ready to burst, then hold her hand, whisper something silly in her ear, and, when she giggles, count her mo- lars and tell her how many she has. Step 5. There is no last step. By this time you have lost your girl friend. She is ready for a sanitarium or the Court of Human Relations. It seems as though The Canary and Blue has a fitting description for us. We may not like it, but, then, isn't it true? A Modern High School Girl She walks with an air of authority- A boy to carry her booksg She never has a care or worry, Her greatest pride is her looks. Her face is smeared with powder, Her lips are painted red: Her waistline measures just fifteen, She doesn't look as if she's fed. And though my compliments are few, I admit we all have larksg But I'd trade my lunch and study halls If I had half her marks! Well-that is the last time that will apply to me for in a few weeks I shall be no longer a high school girl. Goodbye- Mt' Barbara. To A Lily Wilma Knight, '42 Fair lily, like a nymph of old, Thy regal beauty doth unfold In sheltered spot when gentle breeze Gaily rustles through the trees. Fifty-four E-C-H-O-E-S

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South American Way This I swear, and this I say, fixchanqe Barbara Conroy, '41 Editor's Note: With this issue your editor bid: goodbye with a deep feel- ing of regret. I never expected to he sorry when I graduated-I was going to he gladf but I am very .rad at the thought of leaving MeMain. I have loved my staff work, and I am sorry it is over now. I have worked hard, and I hope you enjoyed my column as much as I enjoyed writing it for you. To my xureexxor, who may be anyone ol you, I wixh the hes! of luck. I hope she likes her iob as much as I did. It gives me a cold chill to have to say- So Iong - Barbara. There was not an overabundance of books for this issue. Every one that came is a worthy representative of its high school. There is a say- ing about a good beginning and a good ending-so I start with The Advocate. This is a charming mag- azine filled with delightful short sto- ries. The theme was hobbies, and there were stories, poems, and pic- tures on hobbies. From their mag- azine I took these examples of be- ing brief, but to the point. Goblin Horrid black spectre On a peaceful horizon . . A test tomorrow. Gauchos and guitars, Girls, a moon and stars, Castenets and big sombreros, Spanish shawls and bright boleros. Look Upward The stars are symbols Of bright hope above a world Dark with fearsome sin. I chose this ballad of woe. It's long, but well worth repeating. Of Course l've Not a One I've tried to have a hobby And I'll admit it's fine, But now, fand I will tell you whyl I haven't got a one. I took up stamp collecting' And bought a stamp book, too. And then each day I'd look around For foreign stamps a few. I'd ask my friends and teachers And all the kids I'd see If they had correspondents From far across the sea. Of course they never had any And, you see, I was stuckg I'd spent two bits for a stamp book, too. E-C-H-O-E-S Oh, darn! Of all the luck! So then I turned to match covers. Oh, I looked all around, But the only place I saw any Was lying on the ground. Now you know that I'm a lady, And it doesn't look quite right To go 'round picking up matchbooks A-lying in plain sight. I always felt like a criminal, And glanced around a bit Before I'd stoop to pick one up, 'Cause Ma would have a fit. If she should see me act that way, I'd not forget it for one day. But you know that I'm a lady, So I won't say what she would say. After that I went to postcards. I had some good ones, toog And every day when the mail would come, I'd get one or two. At first it worked out pretty well And everything was fine, 'Til a traveling salesman I once knew Took to dropping me a line. The post-cards weren't bad, But the things he said, oh, my! I couldn't put 'em in my collection For if Ma saw, why she'd just die! To think that her prim daughter Could receive such mail, My Ma I couldn't slaughter, So that hobby, too, did fail. Another I've not begun. Now you may jeer and you may laugh, But of hobbies I've got not a one. Did you like that? From the Ex- change of that magazine I picked these little verses. Even these 'deal with diversions of some sort. Here we are warned against the hobby of a Worm. A worm A worm dug A worm dug in A worm dug in earnest A worm dug in dead earnest, Poor Ernest. The favorite pastime of a sopho- more is expressed here. The sofa sagged in the middle, The shades were pulled just so. The family had retired And the midnight oil burned low. There came a sound from the sofa, The clock was striking two, The sophomore slammed his text book With a thankful- Well, I'm through! fWe can be sure this was a soph- omore, for a junior or senior would have known bettelzl This one seems to discourage pas- time of kissing. Before I heard the doctors tell Of the danger of a kiss, I had considered kissing you The nearest thing to bliss. But since I took biology, All I do is groan, Six million mad bacteria- And I thought we were all alone- McMain was pleased to find her name in their exchange column. 'F Il' all The Arlingtoniann has some in- teresting articles-among them are ones concerning embarassing mo- ments, broken hearts, reactions to pictures, fashions, and such. We re- ceived two issues of The Arlington- ian. Among their poems was a silly little ditty called Spring Spring is sprung, The grass is riz, I wonder where The liowers is. Do you know your alphabet? Do you know which letter is used the most? The Arlingtoniann did. From the exchange column I bring you- The Tale of E E is said to be the most unfortu- nate letter in the alphabet, 'because it is always out of cash, forever in debt, never out of danger, and in trouble all the time. All of which is true. Still it is never in war, always in peace, and always in something to eat. It is ever the beginning of existence, the commencement of ease, and the end of trouble. Without it there would be no life, no heaven. It is the center of honesty, and is always in love. It is the beginning of encouragement and endeavor, and the end of failure. 'li :ll il' The Fa1ter Finchell column of The Shadow proved very interest- ing to me and I hope my excerpts from it will interest you. Fifty-three

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wi Carol Taylor, '42 Editor's Note: It .veems ns though if har bandlv been a week .viure I wrole my las! Edilorlv Note. In order lo nmke our magazine a bigger and better one, the cooperation of euch and every girl in the school is needed. So don't forget about the small green box in the library. Carol. Double Talk Customer: I want some consoli- dated rye. Druggist: You mean concen- trated rye? Customer: It does nutmeg any difference. That's what I camphor. What does it sulphur? Druggist: Fifteen cents. I have never cinnomon with so much wit. Friend ln Need Say, Bob, may I borrow your pen? Sure thing. Got a piece of writing paper I can use? Reckon so. Going past the mailbox when you go out? l4Yeh.7! Wait a minute till I finish this letter, will you? All right. Want to lend me a stamp? Uh-huh. Much obliged. Say, what is your girl's address? John: Do you know why the bug ate a hole in the rug? Jack: No-Why? John: To see the floor show. Extra I ! ! Newsboy: Great Mystery!! Fifty victims. Paper, mister? Man: Here boy, I'1l take one- Say, boy, there's nothing about a mystery in this paper. Where is it? Newsboy: That's the mystery, mister. You're the fifty-first vic- tim. Bare Truth Girls when they went for a swim, Once dressed like Mother Hubbard. But now they have another whim, And dress more like her cupboard. Fair Nature Bob: I think you have on too much rouge. ' Betty: That's not rouge. I'm just healthy. Bob: Then your left cheek is healthier than your right. Case of Necessity Binks: Are you going to the lec- ture tonight? Jinks: Yes. Binks: I advise you to stay away. It's sure to be awfully boring. Jinks: I'm afraid I can't get out of it-I'm the lecturer. New Deal A landlady brought in a plateful Of very thin slices of bread. Tennant: Did you cut this bread, Mrs. Smith? Mrs. Smith: Yes. Tennant: O.K., shuffle and I'll deal. Cur-Few He: Please- She: No. He: Aw, please- She: No. He: Even if I tell you I love you more than anybody in the entire world? She: Positively no. He: Aw, but mother, all the other freshmen stay out after ten-thirty. Colossal Normal Kensa, who wrote the new Ginger Roger picture, was recently discussing a title for that movie with the diiecor. Buddy de Sylvia joined the discussion and assured: What this picture needs is a sock title to bring in the customers . . . Kansa leaped from his chair. I've got it, he shouted. Let's call it H5000 Bank Night. Heard in The Corridor: Ellen: I have to take a concentra- tion test. ' Jane: You mean a comprehensive test. Ellen: Well, that's what I meant. O o O 0 -ii2f'J.'JlA O The Parent-Teacher Cooperative Club of McMain dedicates this to the Student Body in general and to the Graduates of June, 1941 in particular. E'C'H'O'E'S Filly-five