Ellis School - Ellisian Fields Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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Eighth Grade, Left to Right: C. J. Leonard, M. Miller, L. Long, J. Mullet, K. Russell, C Engelder, B. J. Baird, F. Murray, M. J. Robinson. E. Helm, C. Williams, E. Carroll, C Chapple. D. Swan, B. Foster, C. McGinnis. J. Dickey, K. Horne. Sealed in arbor: A. Collins J. Garrison, J. Hazlett, M. Rowland, C. List. One of the members of Admiral Tilley's vast fleet is the PT-8, a most daring and venturesome ship. At the start of this year's grim voyage, darkened by the clouds of knowledge, the officers aboard were Skippers Swan, and First, Second and Third Mates Foster, Carroll, and Chapple. ' The crew of the PT-8 has almost doubled this year. Much to our disappointment, two members deserted to Florida: but the several new members have added greatly to the spirit of the ship's company. Our numbers have always been outstanding for entertain- ment. In the past we have presented Gareth and Lynette, and The Violin Maker of Cremonaf' We have featured piano solos and fine recitations. This year Seaman List gave an astonishing speech on the Grenfell Mission. This was on the Ellis Guild program. Her knees shook and her voice quaked, but she pulled through nobly for a noble cause. All hands aboard are now busy either with plans for the Fair or rehearsing for the Dramatic Club plays.

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THE SEVE EAS To Navigator Pickard, who Watched the glass and diligently charted our course, after Officer Skeath de- serted to the Good Ship Matrimony: To Chief Minstrels Fell and Cook, who emulated the sirens, when they led the crew in loud and lusty sea chanties. To Master Craftsmen Williams and Mantell, whose guiding skill gained an enviable reputation for our Iigurehead, from Iceland to the Orient. Last but not least, to Officer Dickey, in charge of knotted muscles and aching limbs, for our agility in scampering up the rigging. Our heads and hearts beaten but unbowed, we journey forth, singing grateful praises for the sometimes explosive, ever resourceful members of our masters at the helm.

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All aboard! All aboard that's going aboard! Wait, for the love of Olympus, just a minute. Jupiter, l never thought I'd make it. I can't seem to stand up straight. If I could just lean up against a post-Oh, hello! I haven't seen you since we were freshmen. Seen any of the old crowd around? Do you mean to say you haven't met the ship's captain? In the name of Apollo you surely recognize Marty Snowdon? She's in high favor with the gods these days. I even saw Old Neptune himself on the pier to see her off. In spite of his long green beard, he looked strangely like Mrs. Hogg. Well I never thought I'd see any of our fellow-worship- pers of Athena on board this ship, but they do seem to be all about the place. Whatever is that odd shrieking? Oh, that must be the sirens. We don't usually ,sail so close, but I suppose this crew just couldn't resist. Bouncing Bacchus, think of the men they must eat: or I should say 'meet.' I've always thought it might be fun .... At that moment, Zephyrus in anger blew the fair ship on to the very rocks of the sirens. So if you have ever won- dered who what became of this promising crew, they are still perched on a rock in the Aegean Sea, singing strange songs. Foolish mortals! They should have known that only people that behave get to the Isles of the Blest. Freshmen Left to Right: L. Lyndon, N. Austin, J. Barnes, G. Clark, F. Walton, S. Lyddon A Nimick, M. Snowdon, S. Smith. T. Moreland, P. Love. M. McCargo, A. Snodgrass S A Kennedy L. Bayard, K. Cochran, S. Follansbee, S. Carson, B. Maynard, A. Becker, P. Burnett