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

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rsnz. h, ,::'.v.,, 4 g ,u 1 --gr, ,I X 'W- ' , Ile- 'f ' '-1 'f-set -I ' ac, ww,',.:-- On Handshakes By Georgia Fischer, '45 IT has been said, Your personality is revealed through- your hand- shake . Therefore great pains should be taken to achieve such a handshake that will cause everybody to know that the performer has the finestper- sonality ever. This can be done bv observing many people'-s handshake-s and benefiting by their mistakes. First, there is the Bone-breaking Handshaken. This is usually the greeting from a happy, red-faced gentleman who enjoy-s food and ob- viously eats plenty of it. He will walk up to you, a broad smile on his shining face. and with Aa gentle pat on his back, which leaves you breath- less, he grabs your hand in a vise- like grip and swings it up and down until your face grows pale and your weak admonishings are finally under- stood. For the next four or five minutes, as you slowly regain your former composure, you are besieged by the heroic account of your com- panion's last fishing trip during which he, of course, played the leading role. Occasionally, too. as he pauses in his exciting tale it is up to you to or Nah . Finally. interject ooh as his eye falls on another victim. you get another pound on the back and a hearty good-bye. As soon as your companion's back is turned all attention rivets to the hand. You massage it with great care and hope never to meet his kind again. Then there is the Cold-fish Hand- shake . This greeting is typical of simply delightful ladies who, after shaking an uncountable number of hands at their social gatherings simu- ly cease to exert pressure atgall. If you have ever had this gruesome ex- perience you know what an empty, lost feeling you get when expecting a responsive return you suddenly find yourself holding an inanimate object which 'refuses to react at any cost. Finally you drop the hand with an expression of mild disgust, politely mutter au-revoir and continue on your way. ' g A handshake that, if you care much about tact and good manners in -so- ciety, will throw you .off your guard completely, is the 'fMight-have-been Handshaken. A hostess at a U.S.O. dance, for instance, comes in con- Twenty-four ' tact with this type only too often. Knowing that a lady should always put her hand out first, she politely extends hers and waits for a response. A few seconds pass and becoming puzzled her gaze rises from a tightly clenched fist up a stiffly starched sleeve to a slightly rounded shoulder and finally to a freshly scrubbed face of a young soldier only to discover his eyes intently observing what the younger generation would call a slick chick . She withdraws her hand with a patient sigh and moves on to greet another G.I. Joe. There is also the Ill-mannered Handshaken. Only members of the stronger sex are guilty of this mis- take. Sometimes, when, trying to make a good impression on a lovely lady, he is a little too eager and ex- tends his hand first. The lady whom he is so rudely addressing looks down on him with disdain in her hard eyes and coldly moves away. , Last, but surely not least is the Correct Handshakeu. This greeting should be the aim of every person. In it is expressed with true sincerity one's happiness and pleasure at meet- ing or seeing again an old friend. The best example of this handshake is the 'strong clasp of a minister who, at peace with all the world, endeavors to extend his true happiness to others. With this thought, I conclude, and I leave it to you, reader, to decide which of these handshakes applies to you. . Georgia Fischer, 45., I n Writing Letters By Barbara Terry, 45 ERRIE, Weezie, Johnny, Dot, Jon- sie, June-golly, shall I ever finish answering these letters? Just as soonas I getone written, another one drops through the mail-slit in the door to the rug beneath, and I begin the cycle all over again. Now, mind you, I'm not complaining 'about re- ceiving mailg it's only the fact that getting a letter means answering a letter, and that alone ,is my com- plaint. E . I don't know why, but every time I sit down to write a short letter, I always end with a manuscript of about :six pages, and a bad case of write1j's cramp. Where I get all the ideas to fill that much space is be- yond me. I often wonder what the person who receives the letter thinks as he contemplates the pages. Does he think, Oh, joy! Another nice, long letter from Whoozit! Or does he despairingly remark, Will she ever quit writing long letters? Now I'll have to sit down and rack my brain to find news enough to answer her. Or is he the third type, whose only remark is, N'uts! This is the type of person who never answers letters. This third type includes the person who will never write a thank-you note, because he doesn't know what to say. Anyway, he thinks the send- er of such a beautiful present should know he likes it, so what's the use of going to the trouble of 'writing a thank-you note? After a while he receives no more presents or cards, and wonders what has happened to all his former friends. The more common type in this category, however, is the person who receives a lengthly epistle from a very dear friend whom we'1l call Ben . Ben begins his letter with, I haven't heard from you in a long time, and ends with Write soon, of course expecting a long letter in return. But he doesn't reckon with our dear friend, the more common type. This person thinks to him- self, Pd better wait a little bitfbe- fore I write him, so that I can gather some news to make my answer long- er. So he Waits, and week after week passes. Finally, his conscience begins to bother him, and he decides he had better write the thing and get it over with. As he sits at his desk, pen in hand, doubts begin' to assail him and he wonders whether dear old Ben still lives in Detroit. Maybe his firm has transferred him to Kan- sas City. That's where he was the last time I wrote, he remembers. Or maybe he's been drafted. He did say something about it in his let- ter. That's it! I-Ie's been drafted! It won't do any good to write to him now. It'll take too long to catch up. I'll just wait till he writes again and tell me his new address. So, his conscience eased by this effort, unsuccessful though it was, he goes blithely about his business. He likes Ben! Surely, he's one of his very best friends. But they've been separ- ' V - Q E-C-H-O-E-S. Q -2' 'f 2 - u . ' , .1 , ' . - f If -- 21:11, F.. -ia an ' 1j'Q---li' ' A' '. 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man toog but now it seemed long, long ago that I had moved in that in- significant circle and had so much as acknowledged those known as my predecessors. Could I possibly have been as tiny as this swarming mass about me? I thought I had known so much. Could it have been that I too was ignorant of all but thex basic fundamentals? Helping these be- wildered and frightened newcomers was just one of my many added tasks. But oh! what a glorious task it was. Here was my chance to let everyone know that I was a Senior. Here was my opportunity to direct and com- mand, and inwardly 'to wonder at the helplessness of the new generation that was following in thefootsteps of this wonderful Senior class -of mine. Could these wee mites in their pres- ent apparent stupidity ever rise to the station of a Senior possessing all the knowledge that was mine on this first day of my Senior A term. As this class holds elections, and plans for graduation, my thoughts are reaching ahead to the last week of my four years of high school. That week, which will be filled to over- flowing with luncheons, parties, and programs, is the one which all girls dream of. We wonder who will come out first? We wonder who will win the English cup? These questions are foremost in the minds of my class- mates and me as we anxiously await honor day and graduation. The ma- jority of the girls in my class have spent their entire four years at Mc- Main and we are all held together by the bond of human friendship which comes from close association through the years. ' We are the class of '45, and in graduating will separate to go in many directions, moving towards our individual goals. Some will go. on to finish their education in the various universities and colleges of the na- tion. Many will enter the business On Writing Essays . By Mary Nell Dorman, '45 HAVING more than the usual share of wisdom and comprehension, I have taken it upon myself to in- struct those slow minded creatures who compose a large part of my pres- ent English class upon the art of writing essays. Recently I was ask- ed to broadcast my views upon the subject over the Purple Network but decided to postpone my address, not deeming it right to enlighten the world before giving my own beloved classmates of lower mental capacities than myself the benefit of my erudi- tion. So, at this point I shall begin, hop- ing that you will pay the most duti- ful attention to very word. Believe me, great things are in store for you: greater, indeed, than brighter minds could reasonably comprehend. Per- haps, though, you have already read my short stories, poetic works, bi- ographies, and histories, and are al- ready brimming over with uncontroll- able enthusiasm and passionate fer- vor at the prospect of being inspired, and lifted to the- heights of joy by the heart warming style with which I convey even the most d-ull and monotonous facts written by learned men of former ages. Let me, before getting into the heart of the subject, present my views upon the work of the noted essayists of the past. It is the honest and firm opinion of the writer that those essays of Carlyle, Lamb, Hux- ley, and others are too difficult to be read by those of your ability. lf there are passages which you don't understand after looking up the more difficult words in the dictionary I Wm.- ' ' ' 9 ' Fi fil s E ' I?5i1 fE-Ti Qi' ii i L. tv m..---. ..f-.-., 1 .L U - f - , , . , . . , . . . X W5 , Q , 'P' - ' 1 . . 1- J' - ' ' 255- '- I 77- -. f' -' .r .. . - . M . U ig-, ti . . Q .4 fx .Ml ,-.ug - - . 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Had he donated the paper to the scrap drive he might have been .ff able to recover it. - Lf. Directly succeeding this incident A the unhappy person seats himself ',-,-.E and, after much more deliberation .- than before, begins anew. This time , he writes only a page of witty and 1 beautiful statements, when to his dis- may, he finds himself in the same A 'Big predicament as beforeg he finds that I 'gtg he knows no more about How To Raise an Orchid Bush in the Back- yard than he knew of The In- 'V tricacies of the Japanese Language. ' fi .,,. , He then recalls the fate of the first .-.., 1 in . essay. But with all his wishing he cannot bring it back. At this time I should suggest that the author have someone near to restrain him from -, Y P J s. g 1 v- some desperate action.. ' Unknowingly the poor writer thinks - all his trouble is caused by too much - igjftil noise. What he needs, he erroneously thinks, is solitary confinement. Since .,.x it is beyond the power of the un- fortunate individual to make 'the neigbbor's baby refrain from exercis- I ing his lungs he retreats to the park., gf' But never' does it enter his mind to 'iii give upg no, not under any condi- world. In years to come the gap be- Shall be glad to 9-USW91' all inquiries- tions. After about three attempts, Qfi tween us will widen as we follow dif- fThGI'6 is T10 cost iY1V01V9d- Merely and then returning home, it sudden- i ferent paths. In years to come, some Semi 3 Stamped, Selfmddressed en' ly dawns upon thewriter that his , few will be forgotten in the turmoil V910De and enclose two T00.tSle Cereal teacher precisely said to make an jj,-if of an everchanging world. In years t0PSl- outline. My sympathy lies with the f L. Qfjl, to come, memories willgrow dim and Before beginning the writing of miserable character. Can't you See I mental pictures fadeg but many years the essay proper, the log-ical thing to him, sitting at his study table, his nj V -. from now, when others are graduat- ,do is to choose a subject. This is hair tousled, gazing wearily at the. ing from high school, I shall look much more difficult thanlit sounds. pages and pages before him, some' back and remember the year when I One usuauy has about ten or twelve crumpled, others with half the Words, ' crossed the threshold of McMain to Subjects in mind. gnly after much blotted out and many marginal notes? enter the world at large. serious reflection is it decided which Yet all this energy was exerted for fzff - Jean Burnett 45. of these- best suits the writer's pur- fContinued on page'50j .. I E-C-H-O-E-S 1 V ' Twenty-three E A K ,-'.' i Iliff ,. -i Q ,1.. f-. , I - ,f,'r if'.,-,fLQ2l,i,g3s'fi.4'f, .--'j,.f 1.5. A 'J i

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41 3, , .R . x l-r, Mx, . --,,,:,1-. un.-, . atedl now for over a year, and it's such a task to have to write all he wants to say. But now let's take 'a look at poor Benq Ben is one of those rare per- sons who in their spare moments, further obligate their friends by sending added news in an unreadable scrawl. Never a day goes by that Ben doesn't write a letter, but seldom are his friends as quick in answering him. Because his love of letter writ- ing is known so well, his friends never think of answering him until they have received three or four let- ters. Some, like the person about whom we've just spoken, never answer him at allg but this never bothers Ben. He knows how hard it is for some people to write letters, and how all people love to receive them, so he keeps on writing. There aren't very many people who really appreciate Ben, but the few who do treasure his letters and write to him as often as they can. While I have dissertated upon the two extremes in letter writing, I've not mentioned the person who is in between. There really isn't much to say about him, for this per- son, if given enough time, will gen- erally answer all the letters he re- ceives and loves to make new friends numerous to mention in this paper. so that heican write to them ffor a little while at leastl. This character is the average letter-writer, and there we shall let it rest, for every person has his idiosyncracies, which are too In addition to the few general types of letter writer given above, there are many special styles. Many persons, in fact, are in, a class by themselves, but there isn't room in this paper to mention them. I But in' closing let me say that this essay has made me more conscious of my own letter writing, and that of my friends. I wish we could see one an'other's faces, and watch the chang- ing expressions as we read our let- ters. I'm sure it would be a sight to behold. Next time you receive a letter, remember your reaction, and when you meet your friend, compare notes with him as to his reaction when he received one of your letters. I imagine that there would be many surprises if we really did such a thing. And, it might make us more careful of what we say. K V Barbara Terry, '45. E-GH-O-E-S I . ..L. A . ,- - A-.f YgfT1..,,,1'.l 'Q . '- ,I '. 1 ' . .. j '. 1-F it -fi'?l'F7?5'7-9 '?'?' l-. TFT: A . -, 9?F:'S377W'.LL' 1' -fl-Yl fav . -1 'ce :. - , . 1 - if -- V- - 1 - . -. v- - , ., ,. . ,. -. .. -..,.-,A .-...1,: , A arblcs By Anne Gulledge IN the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love, but a young boy's fancy turns to marbles. When the March winds come roaring and capering through the towns, theitrees are covered with verdure, and the dainty spring flow- ers sprightly nod their bonneted heads at each passerbyg a young boy's pockets are' filled with many things-tops and kitestring, but, espe- cially marbles. What a reverie of en- chanting thoughts comes to your mind of those miniature balls of mul- tifarious colored marble, which are not really marble, but glass. Breathes there a man in these United States who has never played an exciting game of marbles, or does not even proudly boast that he once played marbles? Of course, everyone knows that the object of this thrilling game is to knock the marbles out-of the ring. A great majority of the American youths play the commonly known game of ringers, but there are ap- proximately twenty-Hve other varia- tions of this 'popular game. There are a number of rules, which are often quite as complicated as those in foot- ball, but they vary from time to time, therefore, there is no reason either to confuse or bore the reader here with any complicated instruc- tions on how to win a marble tourna- ment or how to play marbles. You may secure the principal rules from any school boy. We have heard from some old legend, which was told by an an- tiquated yarn-spinner, who is now both obscure in our memory and moldering into dust, that George Washington and Thomas Jefferson M omin g Dorothy Brisbi, '45 The first morning .runbeams slipped b through the trees, As :be sky in the east turned gold. .Rosy-edged clouds in splendor proclaimed The beauty of God for men to 'bebol:l. . A n. ,1 e f ,Q - . ' - ' ,::gj'u2 :'?1' ,fig-ffdj-,1,,'-5'JQ.. 1 it - at ranked among the best players of their time. Forthis, reason many Americans probably believe: -fl' that marbles are just as American as the corner drugstore andthe sun- ., dae, but this is not true. The child-'1 - hood game of marbles dates backito' antiquity and is common to all peo- 'A ples. Although the origin is shadow-K fi g, ed with doubt, we 'often find a clue, W if we search diligentlyfand far enough A 'F back into history. , Some have the firm opinion' that - A it was a marble, instead of a pebble, V il that little David used in his celebrat-I ,gigs ed clash with the giant Goliath. Per- K H-if haps this is true. Who can be the 94 judge? Marbles have been found in if the time-defying pyramids of the Egyptian pharaohs. When the Colon- f '31-1 ists landed at Plymouth Rock the .--1-.ig elusive Indians were playing their 'F version of marbles with round stones s in the cool, green depths of the shady forests. Their game was strangely ' similar to the one which our fore- A, fathers had played in merry England ' '31 R,- for an unknown number of centures. Yet, we cannot give the English the ' ' credit for marbles. We do not know 1 who brought the first marbles to . Q Britain, but it could easily have been , the stalwart Romans, who were lured '- to Engiand by the white chalk cliffs' in fifty-five B. C. In the highly advanced and civilized 'Roman nation nuts were frequently used for mar- bles. However, we must not assume that the ancient Roman was the father of marbles, because the Mound Builders in the New World placed. marbles, along with their other valued possessions, in their mounds in order to still possess them when they ar- rived at the Happy Hunting Grounds. We, likewise, have proof that the Aztecs of Mexico and the Mayas of Yucatan and Guatemala played mar- bles. You may argue that scientists generally think that the ancestors of the Indians originally came, from Asia, crossed the Bering Straits to Alaska, and gradually roamed and n drifted southward somewhere be- tween twelve thousand and twenty thousand years ago. 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