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

 - Class of 1945

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. , wr-1. " . - 7 ,1-rm, K -We-in 3:1-.-. -.--.- 1 ---pg-,i.,,,-, .. f, ix, gi., ,, , p I -I Q K i'i-::5'il"iJ?59-3.1-'277gilEfi5"-I" ,532 1. I X ' A V 'A I '-TIT? "1"S'Eil'l? fl 12-'1iT:f?r7-if A' :,1. :n'vfT"2Z'r.- w- -een . aff:-' N 'I - ,,.1:,,,,5, 3 'ff - .5 -in-Vu, .'fQ1.-gi'-.' 1, 'L , Y-X 3 , Y 11 JT, 'f' ,A Y g 'f -. I " ' ' ff-j,',"i ,.f,ro,:. vii, 'm ir ., 53334,,LHYE-.,w1::i:"Cfj3fi.i ,QQ at - is ' -- . 1 ' ' f. I c , - - ' r -P.: V sf-ir? 1 1 , ' ' ' -- s' M' 'W :'9:',-- -,A-'-lr, agar 4 -1'1" L Theres No Place Like Home WHEN Life becomes too difficult, when the cares of the world are piled high upon my shoulders, when everything is apparently set against me, this is the time that I think of home. These are dangerous thoughtsg for I'm afraid that quiet sanctuary in my mind and the often- times madhouse down on Lowerline Street never seem to coincide. If the reader will be so kind as to permit me, I shall attempt to tell him what I mean by this statement. I arrive. "Home, home at last!" I cry. , My mother looks up absently and, sweetly pecking me on my cheek, says cheerily, "I'm so glad you're home, baby fughljg I want you to go to the grocery store." Now there are many combinations of words in the English language, but none of them hold so dread a memory as the above. I try to think of something cut- ting to say, so, after thinking furi- ously for a while, I pour forth with, Nob !!l ' I take my coat back out of the closet, comb my'hair, and then ap- proach Mother to see if I can find out exactly what she wants me to get at the store. "Oh," she says, "just get me some bread, onions, potatoes, and, . . . er .V . . just look around and get me anything you want." That command just thrills me pur- ple, because I know that if I don't get exactly what she wants, I trot back to the store. -Q Well, I go out the door, feeling as if someone had just used my only shoe coupon, -and start darkly down the street. Now I should give an account of my experiences at the store, but they are too boring for my inadequate pencil to describe. The general idea, however, is that I return home laden with a bunch of nothing, walk into the house, deposit my loot on the kitchen table, and try to get into my room without any- one's noticing that I have returned. However, I do not succeed, and Mother spies me. 'After setting the table, making some cream sauce and generally ECHOES making myself useful, I pick up the evening paper and eagerly scan the pages to find "Little Abner." As I settle back to enjoy it, thoughts fill my mind of the cheerful atmosphere and peace of one's own home. "Ah, there's nothing like it." But, wait. What's that? It can't be true, it mustn't be, oh-o-0-o, it is -MY SISTER. She comes in and glares at meg I glare back. A "My blouse," she says. ."My necklace," I retort. We finally agree on armed neu- trality and she leaves the room. I return to my paper and find my place-you guessed it-my Daddy comes home. This means dinner and I still haven't read the paper. How- ever, I'm not complaining, because my mother is just about the best cook in the world las whose Mother isn't?J. To get back to the subject, however, we sit down and eat, and talk, and gave a good time. Ah, I just love my family. After we fin- ish, Mother excuses herself. We talk a little longerg then Daddy ex- cuses himself. Gloria and I sit there talking until the cold realization comes to us that we're alone-with the dishes. - We sit there a little longer thinking that maybe they'll go away, or wash themselves, or maybe the house will burn down, and we'll have to rush out leaving the soiled dishes on the table. We aren't very lucky, however, and the hour of doom approaches. If Fib- ber Magee comes on .at eight-thirty, and it is only eight-ten then, and it takes us fifteen minutes to do the dishes, we figure that We have five minutes to sit around and talk. we sit around all right, but we can't think of anything to say except, "I wish we didn't have to do the dishes"g to which remark the other says, "Yeah." About eight-thirty, after Gloria and I make the pleasant discovery that doing the dishesAdidn't kill us, we settle down comfortably to listen to Fibber- Magee. Suddenly, the door bell rings, and guess what? Company. Now to let the reader get a pic- ture of the grim humor of this sit- . -' ' ' g.. 51.3 fgg:P.,g-1'-':L,g'j,, ' ' ' x - ' ', .3 w . , ,, - - " 'f:fi.?- 'H 1.?f, fT'l-"P 'gn g3',.'-'f,,-'i'3,f,, g -- ,' , I - '-ii"'J' ' I V-.7 QQ 4 - :ig ' r bi ': 75 .J 'I' 'fi" ""- " .if'.'6 A' ' 'H' 7 B . in fa N ' 'fl' ' -lair,-.1'-',-'-14 if -1. .Ju - ja, Q. 'f 1 l 4, L rl' 5 r an ... v.e:ae,,.g .,1v,1I,,: L' - . V-J ,'. .,., . ,. uation, I must explain a few facts? fact number, one-the Thompsons are a one-radio familyg fact num- ber two-the one and only is situ- ated in the living room'g fact num- ber three+-the company, amidst chatter and laughter, decide to in- dulge in a few rubbers of bridge. Gloria and I look at each otherg our faces are two feet long. We drag ourselves into our room and decide to read. I pick up the Mc- Call's, and start looking through it, when Gloria comes up and says, "Why don't you let me read that one? You have all the afternoon to read it and I have only night." All after- noon, indeed! AThat finishes it! I'm going to bed. That ends my little tale of a peaceful, calm, tranquil, and a string of other adjectives, day. All I do then is to give my hair the cus- tomary five strokes, get ready for bed, and leap in. Now, beloved reader, I have de- scribed one type of day to you. If you think you can stand it, I shall make a futile attempt to tell you of another type. In case you are too discouraged, I shall try to re- late it in as few words as possible. I came home, full of fun, ready for anything, energetic as a tank- ful of gasoline, to find no one at home. This type of afternoon is usually spent in reading, lolling around the house, and using the telephone. This type, too, is entire- ly unsatisfactory. Now, I should like to describe to you that wonderful, beautiful, ex- quisite day, that day of days, that culmination of all that is ideal, the day when everything goes right. Ah! I should like to, but it is im- possible. In the first place, I have used up all my time, and in the sec- ond place, I shouldn't known any adequate words to describe it. The only thing I can say about it is that kind of day is what makes one real- ize what home really means, what a family really means, and what Life would be without them. It makes one realize that her home is her- self, as much as it is anything else, that it is Mother, Father, sister, brother, cat, dog, everybody. As for me, I think mine is one in a million: I wouldn't trade it for the world. Mary Anne Thompson, '45 Thirty-.steven .. .-, ,,,v., X . K. -...I 7 .. V ,. rl' - ' '1---1" - 'H 2 ' :Y 1 ff- : fr . f kmkf M.-"4-'w"-zw' F: Qi,1,':ik'-k'- . --,jeg -'1' 5 i "hifi 1 ' f.:'-:-.. -.,, -,Q -1,--rg --ff: , - I H - U .v 15- ' I ,, 1 1-1 ,V-Ulf,-3,3 . 4 A - -4:1 --' -:rw f-, Ls 1 -. ef. . .- e - ls- - .i ziiagriei-,iWd.." A riti - . . 1? .- 'Ei 'WSW' " ' ' ' fu rf. - H '51 V' l. 2-.mi I fi:- Y " 'J' w li. ,im Qi 5 ll 5' 4: .-.1 4 'bf- M2 W . ll 4 't P x . is .4 A v u f b v -' H, Y wc .- . I R W 1 fi, ..,,1' .x I ht . ,L y v ,3- ,tr-1 -5.55 .1 a J I I 'I - A 'li ' L 3, l 5' ,V ll 9 sl fl . lx . 'Y' 1 'F . 1' . '-' C 'Q v I 1 1 X L J Y 9 A I . "' 1 -.. 9 'il 'I I V 4 J Us L '1 3 'W n I 1.3, .w- 5. E55

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was ag , . . - Q -ef -1 fill ti.-fiqwffftgf ' ':f.-Q1:w.?T-11-is.-ff 1 '.-g- . .. , - X them with those who are near and dear to him. That would be in a farther future, a quieter time among familiar things, when grass will spring from the earth as if it' came from some boundless source. He will wait for it, knowing, it will be his, for as he had known the face of America, he knows now her heart and her spirit. ' Suddenly hewas brought back to reality and he smiled to himself as the ripples on the beach seemed to echo-"My Old Kentucky Home- Far Away." Casey A HEAVY curtain of smoke arose as the fog of early morning lay like a blanket over the bloody battle- field, where watchful men were try- ing to penetrate the soupy atmos- phere about them. No sound was heard except the distant thunder of anti-aircraft at the front and the closer groans and cries of -the woun- ded. In the trenches and behind the lines, medical men were moving with quick efficiency as the stretcher bearers carried in the slightly wound- ed cases which could be patched up under fire. The more seriously wounded were carried back to the hospital, if possible, or treated as best they could be under the present conditions. As the smoke slowly as- cended, the firing began and soon the noise of machine gun and rifle took the place of the death-like quiet- ness preceding. Like the bouncing up of a jack-in- the-box when the lid is raised, a huge red setter leaped from a distant shell crater and made his way quickly but carefully across the field in the 'di- rection of the front trench. On his back was strapped, a small leather case containing a message for the lieutenant in the trench. The dog, sensing that his appearance was a goodtarget for snipers, ran as close to the ground as possible. At inter- vals, if the shooting became extreme- ly difficult to dodge, and if he were near a foxhole, he would drop into it until the shooting slackened and he was able to proceed amid slighter disturbances. Within a few feet of the trench the force ofan exploding hand grenade near-by, knocked him down andlcovered him with the dirt that had been torn from the earth Thirty-.fix X with the explosion. He lay for a min- ute beneath the debris, not hurt, but only stunnedg then with a final burst of strength he ran for the comfort- ing shelter of the trench, which he gratefully accepted. He was exhausted, and as the mes- sage was removed from its case and an answer written, he lay on the hard dirt floor of the trench with his chin on his paws, and let his mind wander back to his home. He had come to the family as a tiny, silky red pup with long ears and big paws. They called him "Casey,," not for the famous Casey Jones, but because that name seemed suited to him. He was, you know, an Irish setter, though at first everyone doubted it. But as he grew older, he became slim and graceful and indeed lived up to his name. His face, long and well shaped, had a proud, arro- gant, rather superior look and his eyes were alert and watchful. His ears never dropped, even in scolding, but held themselves erect defiantly. His hair was silky and thick and of a rusty reddish color. His tail, long and forever wagging, resembled the plume of a fashionable lady's hat. Casey was loved by-the family and all who knew him, yet he was feared and respected by the dogs and cats of the neighborhood. For it was his joy to fight with the dogs or 1'un the cats up a tree. But if he were scratch- ed or hurt in some way, he allowed no one to doctor him. He was his own physician and healer. Above ev- erything else, Casey loved hunting. Just the removal of the shot gun or twenty-two rifle from the closet would send him into hysterical bark- ing, and if the words, "How about it, Casey, let's go hunting . . . ?" were spoken, his joy was limitless. He could roam through the woods for hours, never tiring, treeing squirrels or chipmunks and chasing rabbits or even cows, if he could find nothing betterq Finally arriving home again, wearily but triumphantly, Casey al- Advice Hazel Muller, Post Graduate Build you castles in the air, Plant your thoughts with flowers fair, Pave your roads -with sbining truth, Start your life in dreaming youth. ways carried' in his mouth one ofthe- prizes, which he proudly lay before the family. Then one calm Sunday evening the peaceful life came to an 'abrupt end. The United States was at war with Japan. The men and boys every- where were joining some branch of the service. Two from Casey's family went, one never to return-and then they decided to let Casey go, too. The next six months were the most difficult in Casey's life. He was taught, not to be loving 'and gentle, as he had been at home, but to be suspicious of everyone. He was taught to run under heavy fire, to jump over deep ditches and high walls. For the first time in his life Casey also learned what it was to be hungry and thirsty. But he survived the rigid tests and landed smack in the middle of trouble, spelled N-A-Z-I. His train of thoughts were inter- rupted with the placing of the mes- sage in its case on his back. Once more he began his slow progress back over the field. His former thoughts of home were far away and he con-- centrated only on getting back to his shell hole. But halfway over, lady luck deserted him and a bullet hit him in the chest. And, amid in- tense pain, he seemed to gain a strange new strength and reached the safety of his original shell crater. After removing the message, the men tried to ease his pain, but he would have no part of that. I-Ie looked at them solemnly, then with a sort of apologetic look on his intelligent face, closed his eyes never to reopen them again. Of the men standing around, more than one had a tear in. his eye and a lump in his throat for their faithful friend who had given his life to successfully carry a message. In a small plot, beneath a tiny mound near the hospital, lies the body of the courageous setter, and over the grave on a wooden .slab these words appear: "He's dead. Ohl' Lay 'him gently in the ground , And may his tombgbe by this verse renowned. Here Casey, the pride of all his kind, is laid 4 Who fauned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed." . Betty Burch, ,'45. E-C4HfO-E75 " ' I - m - if . V ' , :. . ' ' ' -- A , -' '-. - ..kl1'f:'-f'fSf-7: 11.--i-.2 els. 41:5-if-.. - 2 . - - i r . ' V - . 1 . 5 - -13 Q,-elif-'1ii57't" - ww- .:.f.--- J - --., ,-. f-.-' : ' .-. . 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-fill piece, his Fifth Symphony. Yet, they 51- make me happy, and I am certain ,. 4, ,Us-. V .fl ,Q , .mf -- . 4- - fvf"- - . Y W 5. .j . " -- '- - -ff - .::1'--v '.',+'+- '-' -- ,B -E.. . - N' F F 5 '4 H ,l, - .L r I ' - x .' ff.,-'.,'4f,11--7-.J-w, ' 1 - ' ' ?T'?'ifiit' . 3 Q- f'.,' . if Cn Being An Album Of Records ' By Dorothy Samuelson, '45 , ,oc J i AM an album of records. People generally refer to me as Peter Ilich 2+ Tschaikowsky s greatest in a s t e r- .lalso regard me as an uninteresting, insensible' object. To discourage such 9 M thinking is my purpose in writing this jf . article. gig' My existence is neither uninterest- 4 ing nor am I without feelings. When the lady of the house, where I have been residing for the V past fifteen months, disregards my chamber, over to the one containing a rather thick album of Strauss' Waltzes, and . chooses it in my stead, I can readily 1 ' - f ' -Q Iva" 'fi : I ,tx ,' ,,,,. f ' 'X rr 4 J It .ni lpn, I 4 1- K X .Q 12,1 .1 zh:,5,,. . ,ayjii ' " . J. 2- 11. .-:.-if, H4 ,x 5 , , ' kts 23, , 1. , 'bmi ag.-Lvgf-. ,- r -v '- A - 'I A -L -5 2- ' '-'fs X , f ,4 in .L 1 ,M 5 w 1, I . bl s I I-. . 1, A s I -r 1 i.. 5 I r .r- f 1 assure you that my feelings are hurt. Moreover, when Junior decides that K he would greatly prefer "Sleazy Sammy and his Slinky Slackers" to that "ole long hair" music and aim- ,, . lessly tosses me aside, there is no Q need to explain that more than my I feelings is hurt, it takes very little to i 51, to remain clear and bright as long I , as I am not subjected to such crimes ,e as neglect, abuse and misuse. ' ' ' As for my duration being dull and V - uninteresting, I should scarcely agree. , Perhaps I have in the past suffered g, an acute case of melancholia, but P, 1 v f., ei' ag sg: last week I was joined by two 'other albums. After a careful comparison of facts I learned, to my great sur- prise, that they are close relatives of mine. One is called the "Romeo and Juliet Overture", while the other is the "Fourth Symphony," and both, as I, are offsprings of Papa Peter. The day the "Fourth Symphony" arrived, everyone in our household knew i-t. His voice squealed through- out the rooms, and the other records remained in the chambers until his little discs were worn thin. He join- ed us a little later with "Those folks don't know when to let up: thev're wearing me out!" From the time of this pun, we all grew to love The Fourthg he is indeed a jolly album. Yet, in spite of his fine character and cheerful disposition, he is, beyond all doubt, the loudest and noisiest of us all. Papa Peter-created this sym- phony as a tribute to Madame von Meek, but I am certain, at the time, he had no idea that he was creating such a brat. . The 'Overture is a beautiful crea- tion. She Has the charm and grace of Venus, the lightness and swiftness of Mercury, and the vicious temper and fury of Thor. She is a delicate. flower, a precious jewel, and is my favorite. Yesterday one of my rec- The Storm Eloise Klimm The sun had set, the day was gone, And shadows began to glide Around the corner, up the walk, In search of a place to hide. Night spread her blanket of darkness and tvs. Not a star could be seen in the skyg The darkness grew thicker, the fog more intense, The wind' blew a tempest on high. The storm hovered near, gathering its ords became lost in her album. That was indeed a delightful experience, for we were alone together. As Junior was the only one in the house, we remained uninterrupted, since he was deeply engrossed in "Jumpin' Jones and his Jivin' Jerquesf' She promised to remember me always, to be true to me forever, and to try to be misplaced in my album as often as she could possibly manage. This may sound rather odd to you, since I've previously explained that we are close relativesg but you must realize that it's all very different with rec- ords. ! s Yes, records are greatly different from the uninteresting, insensible ob- jects to which you refer. I have been indeed happy in this house - my home, and now that I have met the Overture I am certain of future hap- piness. My greatest pleasure is the contented smile on the lips of an en- thusiastic listener, and the sheer de- light of being enjoyed. I am happy here, and I wish to be forever loved and cherished, wanted and heard, played and not forgotten. I shall forever bring forth' melodious strains to you, serve you, and maker you hap- py. 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