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

 - Class of 1945

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ip- - ,-- ...Z----Z--tw. . --ww.1iffW'E'-"'.'6ZFi?'5r,d'45f"'- ,n'-.:' , iii. 'fro' W1 1-"7 " 'W M V I 'S"'?'f'l'Tig'-1'-7ffj3'f,:i3ii""L1f-- E -f 1- 5 '-" iii""E'A and golden-tinted croakers. Such are the night, time and place where my floundering trip occurred. - Of course when I go floundering, I always wear clothes and shoes 'fwhich have seen better days", be- cause I sometimes do not see those empty flounder-beds, some of which are pretty deep and mucky, and I actually come up from them, wet to my knees. Some people, I know, love the idea of going floundering bare- footed, but I do not recommend that to beginners in the delightful sport, since my friends, the flounder-beds, sometimes contain tiny sand-crabs and homeless fish. X 'To distingush the flounder from the stingray beds, indeed requires skill beyond just knowledge of flovun- dering. Although I do have my spear to defend myself, I never forget that the stingray has two ends with which to attack, while the only protective power of the poor little flounder is his ability to speed away from his enemies. ' After "years" of walking, I finally come upon something that resembles the picture of a flounder that I have once seen. Cautiously, groping my way through the black night, I creep up to the flounder, scarcely breath- ing with fear that I might frighten him away. It seems at this moment of the game, I hear all theunocturnal noises that might cause me to miss my first flounder of the night. It is not, of course, the "fish of the fish- erman's story",.but just the idea of seeing the ounder buried in the sand runs a tingle of excitement up and down my back. My thoughts race back to the particulars a friend had told me about catching a flounder: "Feel your way to about one foot from his tailg then with all your strength, spear him, right between the eyes." With every care and cau- tion, I take the final step, the step that means the difference betwen life and death, lof the flounder, I meanl and plunge my spear in the designated spot! After the ruffled sand calms down and the water changes its color from white foam to a velvety smooth greenish-blue, I can clearly see the resultof my night of preparation. There covered by Mother Nature's means of protection lies a flat fish of grayish-black hue, with two pierc- ing eyes in his back. After much squirming and flipping, the flounder E-C-H-O-E-S ,,'-LJ . .' finds his new home to be .the bot- tom of a porous sack which I have with me. With a grin of satisfaction of a deed well done, I hurry to the beach and, literally, run home to our cottage. To a person in this state of mind, everything seems to be just beautiful and supremely perfect. It seems to me this night, the lady of the moon is smiling at me brighter than ever, and the stars, endlessly winking and twinkling, also know of my great success. Our little white cottage is set far back among mas- sive, stately pines of deep green and dignified brown. What a beautiful picture that makes is something for a professional artist to describe. But, back to my flounder! Now to catch the flounder does in- deed take skill, but to know just the right way tocook it takes not just knowledge, but experience. This seems like an anti-climax to a good, spine- tingling mystery story! The best place to cook such a deli- cacy is on an open barbecue pit when all the outdoor is clean and full of refreshing odors, plus, of course, the less desirable ones that always seem to tone down the smell of the spicy pines, the feel of the cool, salty gulf breeze, and the looks of the rich jet- black mud. With all the care of hand- ling a new-born baby, lay the floun- der on the shining- grate over the .red-hot coals. Then daub it well with a sauce of melted butter and season- ings. One of the most delightful things about eating this "king of all fish," is that a flounder has only back-bones. The rest of his priceless meat is left free of the -piercing "milk-white spears". After. it has been turned to a golden brown hue, garnish it with sprays of parsley, lemon slices and olives, and you have a dish fit for the gods. Spring Is H ere! X ' Edna Leer, '45 What could be fresher than the rain, Splushing on my window pane? It has a message to convey, To all the lovely flowers of May. To little flowers growing about, It 3-gems to whisper and to shoutf "lVahe now, little flowers, have no fear, Wake now, little flowers, Spring is here!" , . - . .1-,xx - ' ,V - f ... ea , -.-1. . -:x v . -'J 1 1. V -. - '4'. ..-,. 1 3- '..'. " ' if:-SW ' ' .'s:'21:. ' 11' ff, , ,i-- . --'it W ell, Of All The Nerve' ,Peggy Robert, '45 Q1 ON THIS particular Saturday morn- .3 ing I had started for Biaham's , Butcher Shop early. At nine olclock I boarded the bus -that would carry V pig me to that establishment. Sitting there I noticed' all the various types E' of people entering this mode of ji transportation-people as different E as the ingredients of fruitcake. The ' 1 stout old gentleman on my right l- greatly resembled a dried prune, but 'EL the woman beside him reminded me ,. of the weakest stringbean in our victory garden. I was unable to in- QQ. spect the rest of the passengers be- 'ggi cause we were ,nearing my corner. Aggfff "Buzz, buzz, buzz went the buzzer" and off I got, off the cozy, dry bus f into damp, sultry streets filled with war workers rushing to their re- spec-tive plants, business men dash- ing to 'their offices, school girls, j-F "bee-lining it" to the lakefront and . parks, and--ah, yes, housewives rush- ing to Biaham's Butcher Shop. . -A I noticed for the first' time since my departure from the Public Serv- ice's conveyance, the seemingly end- less swarm of women, hurrying .to- ward the door of one little shop down the block. So I, knowing it had to be done, followed the hurry- ing, gossiping, chattering crowd of women. "Well, -I never did like Mabel's hat, but I couldn't tell her." "John? Why he's been promotedg he's a colonel." "Oh, I?se sorry to heah 'bout Amos' death Mirandy, but I just got a letter fum da wah depart- ment telling me dat -1- -- --" "--- and I can get a nice beef sir- loin with my remaining twenty points." Yes, walking among Women, one can hear many.bits of conversa- tion. 'X But, see, I've arrived at Biaham's safe, sound, and unruffled, well, safe and partly sound, anyway. "Gosh, this place is crowded." "Pardon me." "May I get through." "Excuse me." "Would you mind using your own feet to stand on?" , I shall at this point digress to re- late one proceeding at Biaham's Land other meat markets of our day, Pm K Tiuentyfseveri Uv. ielfilfif'f"f"5i.3z1.'-.1 ' .- ,f-fp-JJWJ51 1 . A-E-. -, clx,-6-'fgsPitl-.fi-fi.Af-Si-t'5f'iili!.7ii1q-.i-'-f.:'i-if"::fl-Q2 Q: . T -5.25--l'lfiQQifl'l5!r ':': ea.::.wei'I-Ri"Ze?Qt.r-mer: e e :.aQ4.::5.sm,.-1. ,.,:niszHa'h:: .-...nf as-f'i's.i3fc.'sl1-4.4-if -f... n-M-:4-L'f.t.dLsa1:.e.1ivi-12-.w.:-:.wa's.w, .ful ' f If 2: 9' . 51, ,w :V ...g . fi A if-3 -11353 4 slag , -it 1 5 ffufh 'f e J' ,-nj. A ' . 'ff 'Vai' 1335 'alle-Ei , .qv . . - , -.lu . . I-,',l - ' 'fi' li . b i if pai -w . 'Y l T. Lv' . . ' gg, :-if-, ' --?'Tfi'- .fi V J-. xiii. . i . 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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-+ :" . 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ra- . .5 ,:.-I. A Qs.- Ii-1 41 :Gi F: 32,7-C i- :yi , .qw , 'Q fi " , 'si his . .L , ' xiii , LL5 " 2? - up.. 'iff' ,S ., 'I- f.-' ,fp J' ng- 1. . 'H 5 .Q se There exists a number system. 'enterihg one's favorite butch- er- shop Cor any other shop where one knows meat is on salej one ob- serves a curiously placed table, box, or stand near the entrance. Upon close inspection the box discloses many square cut pieces of card board, each with a number on it. These numbers are placed one on top of the other, increasing as the stack decreases. Each would-be-customer entering lifts a card from its com- -fortable resting place and commences to examine the interior of the shop while waiting for her number to be called, at which time she will be served. In the meantime, a passer- by can hear the loud calling of num- bers. . "Number 152-53-543' .... .... .,.. .... ' Right here To an outsider this may seem like an exciting game of lotto, but we meat buyeis know what lt is I shall continue After securing my number I retired to a rather un- crowded location of the overcrowded shop to observe the many anxious customers One often becomes ac- quainted with others who are also waiting Such was the case when Mrs. Abcad QI learned laterj approached me asking 'How long have you been waiting?" After receiving my answer she exclaimed Ten minutes' Is that all?" Then followed a conversation which is far too hazy to record how- ever, it was evident that Mrs. A. wanted the remaining six lamb chops on display I was obliged to interrupt my compan1on's idle chatter when I noted an elderly lady slowly making her way to the door number in hand Just as I thought Cand hoped incldentallyl as she brushed the box of numbels she dropped hers on the top of the stack I quick as a bunny retrieved the discarded number and was very pleased to fmd it was num- ber 181 because my origlnal num- ber had been 227 This change of numbers meant at least an hours difference in waiting time Numbei 172 was then being called by one of the busy butchers. In another moment I was again at the side of Mis Abcad As before, she began to Jabber 'Jabber Jab- ber, mumble Jumble " It wasn't too long after when I was awakened from my stupor by the calling of number 180 Much to my amazement I was being pulled through the crowd by Twenty engbt 3 -4. 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N - . 7Tw.'?-if-, 1-.TJ 3 .ish-t ' wi e ' .111 L. - .'rf2:rf"' -we '-?'.-'- :.1:1':ff-.A--mf.. . ss' ' 4.,.- diff:-' W -.mPf.'i3 '. wif'-'::i,ji' 1 g,.. . ' ' . 'ff'f'9 '. H217 M' 111-.23 s:...r11f??'iT'e 'H'-' '1 f -. f 1,-6, Q ' ' 5151 ,.r:,y'-1,5-W -,.-.. 4 ' -- : A -' "-.- - --- -" ts " :1uf ' I- . - -- . P f -- I-. - rl --' sr--T. .-ang .way , . -np. . E -r 2 -..--95 -wi . Mrs. Abcad or No. 180. "Look they're still there," she said to me pointing 'tom the chops in the refrigerator. When asked what she wanted she said, waving and pointing toward the lovely, looking lamb chops. "I'll take those." . q"0K! Ninety cents and twenty-nine points", the beaming butcher re- plied. "Bu't I don't have that many points," she 1'etorted, "and I must have them all. I'll bring you the rest of the points next- "Sorry lady,-next, 181."' UYes.U X "I'1l take the lamb chops," I said as I -pulled from my purse both points and money. 1 I'm quite sure I lost a newly made friend, for with that I. left the wretched woman standing with her mouth hanging open and her eyes popping. As I pushed through the crowd I could hear her last words- UWELL OF ALL THE NERVEP' Fright Anne Gulledge, 45 U l FRIGHT, according to the diction- ary, is sudden fear. The great ma- jority of people at some time or other have been frightened half out of their wits, but to explain fear or fright to someone who has never ex- perienced it would be rather diffi- cult. To try to give this person the meaning of fright by telling him that it is sudden fear would simply be giving the person a couple of mean- ingless words. You would, therefore, have to give an example or illustra- tion before he could fully comphe- hend the matter. As I sat here pon- dering over this terrible dilemma. I recalled a frightening experience which occurred to me in my youth. Maybe you- will say that it is only an awful nightmare, which I should forget, but the hollow coldness of this fear haunts me day and night. In the beginning Lallie and I were afraid something would happen. It might have been ,intuition or it could have been the night-that night, I shall never be able to fully erase it from my memory. Vivid pictures flash in my mind, as I recall it. It was a cold, dark, dreary night. The wind was alternately howling loudly and moaning sadly around the eaves, and the windows were rattling. All of -- V - '- .Ax -L ,L -. 1, X... . 1-5.7-ni. 1 ..' .1 ' ,,- the doors were tightly lockedg-but they continuously creaked on their hinges. Outside, the shuttersbangekl and jarred. The surrounding houses were shrouded in. darkness, because the neighbors had long gone to bed. Lallie and I were alone in this dark gloomy house, which had been rumored to be haunted. We were sitting upstairs, telling ghost stories, which seemed very realistic and which made us shudder and shriek, as we took- turns relating strange, mysterious blood-curdling tales. Sud- denly, we- jumped with fright when we heard the front door squeak, as someone almost silently swung it open. Who could have opened a lock- ed door? Perhaps it was a ghost and the fantastic stories we had heard concerning the wierd 'things which had occurred under that same roof were true. ' The wind sent forth a loud moan, which shook the house and sent chills down our spines. Steps followed the moang therefore, it could not be a spook, because only a human could walk like that, taking a few muffled steps and then pausing, as if to see who was at home. Now the steps were coming closer and were distinguished as being in the dining room. Next they would come up the stairs and then what should we two frightened girls do? We were too scared to squeal or to run to the phone. Hor- rible thoughts flashed in our minds as we pictured vividly Lallie's parents coming home and finding us dead. Our breath was coming in short, hard, quick gaspsg our faces were whiter than snowg and our hands were damp with cold fear. All We dared do was to clutch each other and to pray silently that if we were to be murdered, to let it be quickly, or for Lallie's parents to return be- fore we were killed, but we knew the latter was hopeless, since it would be hours before her parents returned. Yes, the footsteps were heard onthe staircase. The steps creaked and groaned as each step was taken. Now they had reached the landing. They were coming nearer and nearer by the moment. Each second brought the footsteps and our death closer. They had reached the door and we two stunned girls with fear in our eyes watched the door knob tremble. Suddenly, the door knob turned and the door was flung open. There stood Lal1ie's mother. E-c-H-0-His Q , L l g .FQ . 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