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

 - Class of 1945

Page 27 of 68


Eleanor McMain High School - Echoes Yearbook (New Orleans, LA) online yearbook collection, 1945 Edition, Page 27 of 68
Page 27 of 68

Eleanor McMain High School - Echoes Yearbook (New Orleans, LA) online yearbook collection, 1945 Edition, Page 26
Previous Page

Eleanor McMain High School - Echoes Yearbook (New Orleans, LA) online yearbook collection, 1945 Edition, Page 28
Next Page

Search for Classmates, Friends, and Family in one
of the Largest Collections of Online Yearbooks!

Your membership with E-Yearbook.com provides these benefits:
  • Instant Access to Millions of Yearbook Pictures
  • High-Resolution, Full Color Images Available Online
  • Search, Browse, Read, and Print Yearbook Pages
  • View College, High School, and Military Yearbooks
  • Browse our digital annual library spanning centuries
  • Support the Schools in our Program by Subscribing

Page 27 text:

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. Every man must have his own opinions, therefore, I merely 'place these crumbling bits of evidence, at, your disposal in order that you finay ' weigh and consider them, and, after' much consideration, make your own - decision concerning this age-old mystery. ' 'al A - V 'Tweety-figzex 1,-,-.94 F .-.,.,+ 11 , .,.I. iz I .s . .,., -. 1.. ' rea- fy: . .- A-5 5 L ',--QL ':', ex . 1 sg-Aggie ' .iga . . rw, . '- if-- 1 V - M: ' .. , ' . in' , Q., 11, 11-Q. A ,. ur ' ,.,'.', ,1 .A..:i- - , r...-jr Q if . -..- .- 43 fm. x--,. --A 51, my- ., - xp.. 1.135111 'U' 1v. . , .,-:-l,,,:.54,, . .D .. gk -. , , 1 . ,-15.1 . . fx- 11 , ' :W ..9.., 'Yr-Z-1 1357 'vs , o . .f ., .. . I, . .A ' 1- . 1 - .- -rl - :Q-125-Q' ' rw' 1: ' 1 , ef ' , ' .F .1 - .-J K 3 . . .- 1 , . . 1 -.-.Mr u. 14 ws.-. .1 -Fi, 'zklxifgii ff fre 1. 233 .I Af, I has 1 1 1 '- K. 1 1 N 'P L , All J X if 1 T .4 1 , a ,i . 4 1 N RI 5 '1 L If IF 'X I' f 1 'x Q 'ye Q1-'fi.:-'fi-Q.:-sri-L' :'-,g'-Lfiffl-lf-. pill .,f.f-.Qi-g.,.f.f,'1 ' I-14- r 1Q.fe.fjt.-Q-Tssififill-'li -.L 1' ,. 7: L 4 -af - .' Tv. ,e n' I In . 1 -..x.L-iz: -Z-'1'I.,1 . ' is -5.1 - 'L ., 'f T, -,Q '. ' , i 1. .-1 - f 4 2.1-1,1-'.f 1. f .S fs ' 'Jff-hf.1i:r-v.:a - ' L i'w4'.1:fZ' . - ,. 1-M3-1l,e1sf +ff1 f ., ., es- .. -1.'-G ' iz-' J' 'sf---ift'1'..2kf a'f ' Q-. 1- 1- - -

Page 26 text:

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' '. I .- M- .F 'iizlf A .. - -, .., ,. -41' auf' Q .1 f,'F' ,f,.'-,:::,,-A ,,, ,.g:v'.','g' -L .. f, -sc-'g...,.,. ,C,g.':3.s mv: L-..-.'-1.5-f'f:f-' 1.-f-E-:wif rj:--:wins - -4 y M, ,-1:14,--i f-1-ru..n.f 4 1 W--' 1- t -V 1 ..-41-lqy -. : .'i'vf-H ':'f::' :li J:-r-.tr-if . 1 .rj U. 'J-f'!1!4s?, sm'-1ass.'y.x.-5 -52,9 1-Af. '.t 1l'Lf'eJ'--Wil--f e+M - 'f-',,-?151yJ-- .n-.gf-,yagitagl-:9g.,',,f,,g,'-as-49.4-.43 inf: ' .ii - - :sf.faaaearamisses.-a,.ia'.e.as-a:.tv i

Page 28 text:

.gm ' F 1 ,. th QE ii QQ -E31 N Hunting I -- - ,lv - -.. -5.--. -- A, -. A,-5 - y,---as '.,egv.n.:..g.. 5:--1--. -f,--1 3 ,. .- DLL-E' F' Q mfr L17 .I'H:q1'1-- ' l . .-. ..f'f...A-1.--.--if v w ' 1- 1' f .- f 1..r. J- 1-.. - .A 3- JiixupH,.l.4..,i,. L .. 3 .5 . .. I . ag..-.. gl' , fig-Q iiifij,- Q-' ' ' 'l:.,5i,w., Ili: Ur .U . ,. V use--.. ,. E, . ygai, ,gy yy I- . , ' 135' 'ffm' iiuf. - f . ' ' -vial -. 4 i. ' 0 aff' - gn, .fa - '. u . w A I1 af 21111 a 7 . A . I f ' . Q., . H ifi! .JI 'fi' H 'ji 1.-I 3-ff - 159:15 Q5 ' si , zt- ..-fri. nfl. I ling. . gif? 1 -iw - :L - X fgfgf lt?-5,51 -- . ff? Vu I I...- J- 12 ' I-vi . ' 5' i ,. 5 r' w',5 T :QE . ..,. , Q 'EQ -V RV- I ll pp as --.-M . like 'l ffi-I ' Q tvs 1 ' 215' ff, 'lf Wuffrs - is -I-.il f'.1' Pa: Y'. ' .. ' ' . 1 l ' ,.. Iv . -4- ,. .. . isfiffei 12' ' ' 1., g. .-. . By Rose Marie Letten, '45 THE actual finding of a bargain, an advantageous. purchase, is seldom the result of the tiring experience of bargain hunting. Bargain hunting may well be defined as a transaction or event involving good or bad conse- quences , usually involving the lat- ter. For examplei let us consider the experience of a certain Mrs. Jones. Mrs. Jones rises one bright spring morning without even the slightest notion of what is in store for her that day. Drowsily she picks up the morning news and scans its pages with herhalf-opened eyes. She is in the midst of a very wide yawn, when suddenly something catches her eye 'which immediately stirs her interest. those words which always bring a thrill to the hearts of economic house- wives- Big Bargain Sale . Thought after thought goes buz- zing through Mrs. Jones's now wide awake brain as to when the store opens, how long it will take to get there, whom to get to stay with the baby, and how much time she has. After quickly glancing at her watch, she heaves a sigh, for that glance' has told her she has but forty-five minutes. Her mathematical mind be- gins functioning and in a few seconds she has conceived that she has to al- low at least twenty-five minutes for the ride to town, leaving the slight sum of only twenty minutes to get ready. The rush is on! She dashes to the phone and after getting the wrong number. and the busy signal several times, she finally gets in touch with the girl next door, who agrees to stay with Junior. To help matters, Junior begins to cry' and after run- ning back to his room, Mrs. Jones finds him on the floor, where he had fallen trying to climb out of his crib. When she has sufficiently soothed him, she hurries to dress. Finally she is ready and dashes out of the house, giving Mary Jane lastminute instructions on how to care for Junior. ' ' ' Mrs. Jones, half lrunning, half walking, makes her way' to the car line. Just as she reaches the stop, a car goes whizzing by, leaving her i 7 Twenzy-six 6 ,,,,, ,.,,, , hi.: f. . 5 standing there a bit disgusted. After a few minutes' Wait, 'she catches the next car. Nervously she glances at her watch every few minutes, won- dering whether or not she will arrive in time. On and on the street car creepsg Mrs. Jones has reached town. Hurriedly she makes her wav down the crowded street, dodging this per- son and running into the next, until she reaches the store which is having the sale. . Just as she reaches the entrance of the store where hundreds of other bargain hunters are waiting to cnt-er, the bell rings and the doors swing open. As a fish is drawn into a wild, spinning whirlpool, so Mrs. Jones is drawn into the even wilder crowd. She elbows her way through as best shecan saying, Excuse me , in her most polite manner when she has jabbed someone in the ribs fac- cidentally, of coursej. Since the shoe sale, the one which she is interested in, is on the second floor, she has the perplexing problem of getting into an elevator. Several times just as she is about to step into an elevator, the operator calls out in a very sweet tone, Next car, please ! At last Mrs. Jones success- fully makes her way into an elevator and feebly says, Second floor, please . Having reached the second floor, she peers around for the shoe tablesi She has now arrived on the outskirts of the crowd surrounding what she has found to be the shoe tables. Since she cannot see the shoes for the crowd, she decides to shove her arm through and grasp whatever shoe she can get her hands on. ' After many unsuccessful attempts to and quite a few embarrassing sit- uations, our Mrs. Jones finally gets hold of a shoe. On examining it she finds it to be her size, the color she wants, and the right style, just the thing for her Easter outfit. But, oh, my, Mrs. Jones then realizes that she has but one shoeg the other must be found. The struggle with the crowd is on again. Attempt after attempt is unsuccessful, but to Mrs. Jones's delight, she finally finds the mate tothe shoe. Now there remains but one prob- lem, that of getting someone to wait on her. What a problem it is, with so many people and so few sales- girls! Mrs. Jones waits, and waits, and waits some more, until finally, -. .. V- f --a, A- ' A' x s. .J . , ,-.i- just before she collapses from sheer exhaustion, a salesgirl comes to her- aid. In a few seconds the package is wrapped and handed to her Kmaybe thrown at ,her would express it bet-' terl. 'Wearily our Mrs. Jones makes her way out of the store, carrying her precious bundle and for the first time in ,hours breathes in some good fresh air. I Having stood up all the way on the street car, Mrs. Jones at last reaches her home in most exhausted condition. Feebly she opens the door and throws her weary self down to rest on the lounge. After relaxing for a few minutes, Mrs. Jones decides to take a good look at her prize pack- age. As she opens the wrapper, thoughts of the wonderful bargain she has found, and how lovely the shoes will look with her new outfit float through her mind. Eagerly she opens the lid of the box, folds back the inside paper, and --1 Mrs. Jones sinks down against the back of the lounge, heav- ing a sigh of woe, the tears about to roll down her forlorn face.-1 She has been given the wrong pack- age. The Art Of Floundcrling Marie Louise Tureau, '45 . THE joy of seeing the cool, clear, water shining like diamonds under Diana's gentle beams: the lucid sands of numerous colorsg the dull green sea weed that playfully clings to your legs 3 the empty flounder-beds that mark the once temporary home of that fish-those among' other things are the pleasures of flounder-. ing. In competition with the moon above, I carried the glowing death torch of the flounder-the light that will lead the way to the hiding place of my prey. The sharp spear, pa- tiently awaiting the sight of its vic- tim, glitters wickedly under the watchful eye of Venus and the Big ' g Bear. The waters part at my every step, revealing schools of fishes hur- rying as though 'they were going to a bargain sale. At closer observation, I saw orange luminous lights, ,darting through the waters like greased light- ning. It is these shrimp that are pur- sued by masses of leaping mullets . X a B-c.H-0-ELS , .N,, Q .sw fs .. . fi -,L 1. I V I ' ' ,X ffigqi - Ea? .u.a9i..c, ,: f V , - r. ' .K -vs .AQ - 4 , f. . I v - .., 1. '.. A ' v f . di er - ..QQ.p, 5.55.x-ii ,-,- .,5.-, yi .- if . ' - 1- Tan-4' c 5 . .- 1 L11 if- ' , Lfrfffj 'r'i'i' Q w..H,h 8'1 'hw' M- f-' ' F fl' ii' X' I l ' '1 'Jf-if .6 5:11.--J.. . --5-f '-' '.'v1.-'-1' 'fl :-'iS'.'l.3'.'i.7'-Jnfi i f:'...f-'iifiiiirfazsu' --f7Ll'.if. i3-MP1-F5-'-F. YT- '37-iv'- V-'l 1 4 'tus -.s ' ' 'Y 'H-1'-'tri-' '- 'vale' f assi-lfii 'sif k fi f aio-'-f i' Va i.-1-+ : . 'f'.- . sr ' . ey 'ft ff . 1 rl Jw A . ,. , , mkmqg .4 ,-sf:,,.,fn.,i- eq, -1..-.... .1-.-fe. mf- - . -.- . sh es .4 ,, . , -1 1 ls' Ny. ..,, .. . , . .. vp. ., ,.. .ha . .. . 1' . ' if - .- 1 f , ...

Suggestions in the Eleanor McMain High School - Echoes Yearbook (New Orleans, LA) collection:

Eleanor McMain High School - Echoes Yearbook (New Orleans, LA) online yearbook collection, 1941 Edition, Page 1


Eleanor McMain High School - Echoes Yearbook (New Orleans, LA) online yearbook collection, 1945 Edition, Page 67

1945, pg 67

Eleanor McMain High School - Echoes Yearbook (New Orleans, LA) online yearbook collection, 1945 Edition, Page 41

1945, pg 41

Eleanor McMain High School - Echoes Yearbook (New Orleans, LA) online yearbook collection, 1945 Edition, Page 52

1945, pg 52

Eleanor McMain High School - Echoes Yearbook (New Orleans, LA) online yearbook collection, 1945 Edition, Page 10

1945, pg 10

Eleanor McMain High School - Echoes Yearbook (New Orleans, LA) online yearbook collection, 1945 Edition, Page 57

1945, pg 57

1985 Edition, online yearbooks, online annuals 1970 Edition, online yearbooks, online annuals 1972 Edition, online yearbooks, online annuals 1965 Edition, online yearbooks, online annuals 1983 Edition, online yearbooks, online annuals 1983 Edition, online yearbooks, online annuals
Are you trying to find old school friends, old classmates, fellow servicemen or shipmates? Do you want to see past girlfriends or boyfriends? Relive homecoming, prom, graduation, and other moments on campus captured in yearbook pictures. Revisit your fraternity or sorority and see familiar places. See members of old school clubs and relive old times. Start your search today! Looking for old family members and relatives? Do you want to find pictures of parents or grandparents when they were in school? Want to find out what hairstyle was popular in the 1920s? E-Yearbook.com has a wealth of genealogy information spanning over a century for many schools with full text search. Use our online Genealogy Resource to uncover history quickly! Are you planning a reunion and need assistance? E-Yearbook.com can help you with scanning and providing access to yearbook images for promotional materials and activities. We can provide you with an electronic version of your yearbook that can assist you with reunion planning. E-Yearbook.com will also publish the yearbook images online for people to share and enjoy.