Elkland High School - Loudspeaker Yearbook (Elkland, PA)

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THE LOUD SPEAKER THERE'S NO ART T0 FIND THE MIND'S CONSTRUCTION IN THE FACE When Einstein walks down the streets of Princeton, New Jersey wearing knickers, with no hat and licking an ice cream cone, no one sus- pects him of being a famous mathematician. Sim- ply because, 'fthere's no art to find the mind's construction in the face. One can never be sure of his impressions. He may be impressed by the intelliegnt looks of a person only to find later that that person is below the average in intelli- gence. Then again, the intelligent looking per'- son may be an intelligent fellow. No one can walk through a school room and pick out the pupils above and the pupils below a certain avei- age just by looking at their faces. Julius Caesar thought that Brutus was his friend, yet Brutus helped kill him. Caesar could not tell from Brutus' face that he was an enemy or he would not have been so friendly with him. In the early history of the United States, Wash- ington considered Benedict Arnold a friend yet Arnold betrayed Washington. Washington cer- tainly had, no art to find the mind's construc- tion in the face, of Arnold. In modern times. Huey Long's assassination is an example of this inability to tell what is passing through the mind of a fellow man. Long had an unnatural fear of being shot, yet he did not know Weiss was going to shoot him. Long also had S9V9l'ill bodyguardsvnone of whom knew Weiss contem- plated shooting Long. Yet they were emplovefl for the express purpose of protecting Long from a sassination.-M. C. ANGELS ARE BRIGHT STILL, THOUGH THE BRIGHEST FELL There are times in everyones life when things go wrong, when your friends desert you, when your business fails, or even when you are ill and cannot even hope to get well. There are times when life seems hardly worth living, all because the one thing, in which you have put all your trust, all your faith, and perhaps all your for- tune. At such times as these man will think, Well, what is the use? I have put my whole life into this project, I have nothing left to live for. The weaker mind will lose hope, his Bright Angel has fallen, it has failed. He will dwell upon this fact so much that he will become insane and end his life. He has only one Bright Angel. He cannot look ahead and see that there are many opportunities for him if he will only seek them. Then again, one might compare a Bright An- gel to health. Many people have had to give up the life's work on account of poor health. They do not need to become despondent, because they are forced to cease following their Bright An- gel. It has fallen down behind the hill of poor health. Still there are many other opportunities, many more angels living in the heaven of chance. Many men and women with poor health hav: followed another star, which by constant use as u guide, may become as bright or brighter than the old. There was once, in Scotland, a king who had been driven from his throne by a tyrant king. To all appearances the Bright Angel had fall- en from his heaven. He did not run away from Scotland and say, There are no more Bright Angels in my sky, my army has deserted me, l have no way of regaining my throne, I have tried and tried again, but I have always failed. in- stead, this king transferred his interests to a new angel, his old, faithful, pea. ant subjects, and in the end by perseverance he succeeded in regain- ing his throne. Likewise we must let our hopes desert us when doing school work. If a boy cannot master his lessons in one subject, let him tran.fer his in- terests to a new angel, and, in the end, even if he didn't like to become a dentist, and did like to be a doctor, why not try something that he can really do. Perhaps he may become a great ma- thematician. In spite of the fact that our Bright Angel has fallen, there are other an- gels, who would become as bright, if we gave them our attention.-R. W. I .J

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THE LOUD SPEAKER Do you ever see Orma down there at Washing- ton? I imagine you'll see a lot of her this win- ter. Being a Senatoi-'s wife, she will probably do a lot of entertaining in the social circle. If you do see her, ask if she doesn't know an eligible bachelor down there who would be interested in a school ma'm such as I. More seriously though, Ruth, how our class has scattered in these last ten years! There are only a few of us left here in Elkland' 4Marion Wheel- er, Ida Vincent, Dorothy Burr, Myrtle Carr, Ruth Button and Marjorie Blackwellfsall of whom are married. All the rest of the girls have taken careers of some kind. The medical work has held the greatest attrac- tion it seems for our classmates, Jennie Milin- ski, Ethel Martin, Blanche VanDusen, Gertrude Croft and Vera Bartlett are graduate nurses. Most famous of our medical class-mates however, are Dr. Robert Lounsbury and Dr. Janet Wallis who are spending much time in research work on incurable diseases. I hear they have made some remarkable discoveries. Our Nelson classmates haven't done so badly either, Ruth. Do you remember that Morgan Colegrove uged to say that his sole ambition was to be a chauffeur to a rich man's daughter? Well, his grasp exceeded his aim. He married the daughter! Then there is Marion Finch 'hc i. chief drummer in the United States Marine Band. He is certainly talented. Isaw him at Coudersport last month at a band concert. Anna- belle Stewart with her violin, as you know, is the featured star on Cass' Seedles Watermelon Pro- gram. iEmery has a large melon plantation down southl. Christine Colegrove is private sec- retary to Llewlyn Wakely who is president ot some large concern in Helena. Montana. I have- n't heard from Eleanor Carpenter recently, but some time ago I heard that shc was traveling in Europe as a companion to an elderly lady. Fin- ally as of course you know, Ralph Mattison has become a famous professional baseball player. Say, I wish you could have gone to Fhautauqua with me this summer. Mary Prindle wa there and gave some most delightful dramatic per- formances. She is really very clever. She's the same old Mary, though. She doesn't seem one bit older than she did back in High School. Will you be able to go to the Thanksgiving football game at Yale this year? I'm anxious that you will because you know Jack is the coach of the team there, and they say he has worked marvels with them. Please try to arrange it, and let me know soon. Oh. yes, there is another rea- son why we should go, Edie Childs fRuth to usl is the chief entertainer at the Thanksgiving prom after the game. Did you see her in The Silver Lining? She was perfect in the role. I was so plea. ed when I heard about Velma O'Dell being an interior decorator. She was so tasty in all her work at school that I know she must be an expert in decorating. Elkland High has retained three of its students a teachers Janet Avery, Domestic Science: Nor- ma Van Zile, English, and myxelf, French and Latin. The high school a bit different from our high school which we attended. We have live times as many students as then, three times as many teachers, and seven new departments. What do you think of that, Madam Secretary, for progress? The West has claimed two of our class-mates. Roger King and Charles Snyder. They are em- ployed in forestry at Yellowstone National Park. I was out there last summer and had a long talk with both of them. They seem to enjoy their work very much. Only one of our boys has taken to agriculture. James Rice is now a prosperous farmer using thc most modern machinery and methods and special- izi.ig in dairy farming. When I review all these classmates and the names they have made for themselves I am cer- tainly not ashamed to say that I belonged to the l'lass of '36 of Elkland High, are you? Well. I really must close now, for I have two h ndred test papers to mark before tomorrow. Such i the life of a poor school teacher. With love, Helen

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L- THE LOUD SPEAKER TI-IE Ll-IGI-IND OF A LAKE IN POTTER COUNTY In the northern part of Potter County there is a beautiful lake with an Indian legend. This leg- gend was handed down from thc Indians. The lake, which is now called Rose Lake is a pretty place to visit when the green leaves of the yellow water lilies sleep over the calm surface. There are other beautiful plants growing around the lake. It was long before the arrival of the white man, when the red man lived his free life roam- ing through the deep woods. Here lived a tall strange Indian called White Pine, a lover of birds and flowers, and unlike most of his Indian tribes preferring a quiet life rather than the warring life of the braves. In due time he had his own family, but while he wa' away at war his squaw died. Never again would White Pine engage in wars on other tribes. Ile took his children to another home, a beauti- ful spot where deep woods of primitive pines and hemlocks covered the hills and dancing brooks leaped and sparkled and sunbeams darted through the boughs. Here grew up White Pixies daugh- ter. called White Lily. While the pines sang sadly to the lone father, to the daughter they were songs of joy and gladness. Many braves sought the hand of this beautiful maiden, but for a long time she would not listen. She was content in the home of her father. At last, she was won by a handsome brave. They settled some distance away but would journey back each year to see White Pine. To the happy pair one child was horn, a little daughter. who wa 4 named Arbutus, after the sweetest flower of Spring. One winter a hunting party stopped at the peaceful home and one young brave fell in love with White Lily. asking her to leave her husband to go with him to be his squaw. All his atten- tions were received with scorn and she ordered him to leave the lodge aml not enter again. The Indian departed, vowing, he would yet make her his squaw. A year later he returned with other braves and breaking into the lodge killed the husband and child and bound poor White Lily. After taking what they could they burned the lodge ami started away with their victim. When they stopped to eat she was un- bound and watched. Then the hunter told her she was to be his squaw, as he had said, remind- ing her that Indians never lied. But watching her chance, White Lily made a break for freedom from thc hated band. Tbc camping place was near the lovely little lake sure rounded by the forest. As she came to its clear water, she saw her captors close behind and kneii there was no escape. She broke into the death song of her tribe and plunged into the icy water. swimming bravely. As she neared the center of the lake she raised her arms with a cry to thc Great Spirit and sank from sight. The band of Indians. dumbfounded decided sho had done this to deceive them and had dived un- der some log or rock but search failed to find her. A fearful, storm arose unrooting the great hemlocks under which the party sought refuge and all but one man was killed. The one man left of the party sought help to recover the body of White I.ily, but she was never found. The next spring where the faithful Indian wife had sunk there appeared a beautiful clump of lil- ies, larger and fairer than any others. These were of a pearly whitness, the others yellow. No Indians would ever pick or harm these flowers for they believed they were the spirit of the lost White Lily and from that time they called the lake by her name. B. V. D.