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

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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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vs -it 1 Z.: 3'ly.'sf,3-5 -5537: Fjifjfmr- iff?-' if " -age: 'sf - 'f11:-ii3,-rvvq-sri-is'5-:iiwfk.as-5.feysg-,qf,,1ff.aqf1-. . -iff, f - , Q .- -I , .Q--.. -. 1.- 7 A gs 3 3 V bg, 'I A4-rl., 1:5 :H 1,-1-ji-I,:g--In - f -4 - . V , Y V I - - -5 '-E! j,. .'a?.f..- 3.m,i.5,A! 3, 4-ii,5?'-f.:g:,i7.?,y,,II:,I.' I : I l I 4- -7-1 1 - i - . , .. , . i egg, . ., -K ..g , , ' ,'f.':- " ' SENIOR PLAY-JUNE MAD The play "June Mad" by Florence Ryerson and Colin Clements was presented on Friday, June 12, 1945. From all reports this play went over "big" and was enjoyed by young and old. The young who saw themselves mirrored on the stage and "the old who saw the problems that would confront them -when their own darling caught the June bug and went f'June Mad." Medal For Valor fContinued from Page 291 Then they were there. AAs the four-legged soldier dug his paws deep into the sandy beach, he seemed to hear the voice saying, "You've just begun. Luck, old boy!" As quickly as they had come, the raging noises went, and everything on the island was silent. A state of excitement lingered over the little scouting party as they huddled around a signal map in an effort to locate their exact position. "Here we are," one soldier pointed out on the map. "We are only. a short distance from Tree M, where we are to receive a reply to our message." "Good work," said Sergeant Svendsen. "Now, men, keep your eyes peeled for a white pigeon. There she- comes, right on sched- ule. Here's hoping we get to Tree M before she does." Forty 1 , Y ..',- , ' 1 ,vig ,T .. - r X. With as much tenseness as his master, Eric watched the graceful white bird soar through space closer and closer to its destination. "Men, that bird means life or death to us," Svendsen said serious- ly. "We must get that message." Suddenly a shot pierced the still- ness. The bird plummeted toward the ground and into the icy waters off shore. A muffled groan rose from the little group of men. No sooner had the bird fallen than Eric Red's body began to quiver with the eagerness of a true retriever. With only .instinct.to guide him, he launched himself into the bitter surf so quickly that he did not hear his master's frantic cry, "Come back, Red, you'll be killed." Slowly he pressed on toward the bird as bullets pinged around him. Closer and closer he came. Ah, now he had her securely in his mouth, ready to return to the shore. A sharp pain pierced his side as he swam, but he refused to give up his struggle. Shakily he crawled into some thickets on shore. The pain in- tensified, but Eric Red forced his way through the underbrush until he caught sight of the men for whom he was searching. With a whimper of pain a badly-wounded hero col- lapsed under the strain of his deed as he laid- his prize at the feet of his master and felt strong arms em- bracing him, while a well-known voice said, "Good work, fella, good work." Weeks later Eric Red lay curled up at the feet of his buddy-in-arms, peacefully gnawing the remains of a ham bone. He could hear his master proudly relating his heroic dog's ac- tion as he displayed the beautiful bronze medal awarded Eric for valor and loyalty to duty. Lieutenant .Tame Svendson was very happy that day, and Eric Red's heart surged with triumphant joy, for he knew that he had pleased his master. E-C-H-0-E-S V N , ' VI, .. W. ,,...,,f-tw wi. .,-1,.J'., -. - ., . .- A- v 4 . ' - .vs .f '. J e .---M ,' 19. -.-- ' '4-af? "!'Qy."' 1'fl' 'I-,:'3'C -1-Lfggc' f V .iii-.-k,--'fi-Q'-,.i 5. 'i y 11:-'-, 71.35" A' -'ii 's I ijfL'i5. , fs- . ffl f. , if :fi it 'T j1'.,,:-A'-,-.' -?.,.2 '4-,141 Mp .--'-g.-L53 f1f:f"--."- --J? 5" 'FQLQ-'lf l'Ll!a'r.'Hii?.fs1l.rga-i+rkf-at.L'- 'LN-X:Hil2Zi'Z'R1-'il-"5:.L'.'f5-S5il'hiii2l?sEel':it1si-b8!udEQI5kfial.3nif'faii.ll4lQ2.lpak Ef3fi1Q.:Aui'vv'4q'".Qm:':'kAff'Qffn' ' ' 'i!i3ifr5u3:1f5a1i4.7.e!-..-'nruizl 'lxwkf I in ".,.'iw .st-