Evening High School - Owl Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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THE OWL In Appreciation ,V HE OWL extends its sincere thanks for the kind and willing service it has been given by its faculty advisers. Without their generous help 'tTHE 0WLql could not have hooted through this trying season of many diiliculties and unfurled its banners over a twelfth year of service. And so, thank you, Miss Coan, Miss Chinn, Mr. Januska, Mr. Rigby, and Mr. Harris, for your splendid cooperation. THE OWLN is also very grateful to the Dance Committee for the fine assistance it offered to make the Owl Hop a great success. Messrs. Zepp, Michetti, Funk and Dunn we needed your services, you gave them cheerfully, We were glad to have them-Many Thanks! Casualty A winding trench A blinding glare! A darkened sky A vvhizzing shell! Two walls of earth Sound gas'alarm! While bullets fly Ring out a knell! And a thought of home and you. And farewell to home and you! A firefstep bed A stab of pain! A starfshell bright A gasp for air! Great cannons roar One smile that's light And flash their light As you are fair! Then a thought of home and you. And my home is gone !-and you! A homing heart A life that's small A humble death Not mourned at all Save by those at home-and you! Written in Sector 304 Auocourt, France Sept. 17, 1918 ALFRED Aucusrus KIRK Fortyfsix

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EZ Y THE OWL OWL STAFF MARGARET TIMMERMAN Associate Editor PATRICK J. SWEENEY ARTHUR CRONHARDT Alumni Editor CHARLES A. GERLACH Staff Assistant MARGARET E. DISHLER Secretary Forty-jvc Edlf0f'1H'Ch1Cf CHARLES R. DUNN JOSEPH J. BARNETT Circulation Manager Business Manager CALVIN BOUGHMAN Art Editor JOHN G. KISPERT Staff Assistant

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THE OWL Fortyfseven City College How beautiful she stands upon the hill! Against the sky, so tall, so proud, so still, A castle scene of old, In mute farewell her silence speaks to me And bids me keep alive her memory As distant days unfold. In falling autumn dusk I saw her shade, Those lurking shadows, they will never fade Before my dreaming mindg I saw her eyes through darkest wintry nights, How like her wisdom gleamed those many lights That beckoned all to find! I saw the storms in fury 'round her beat, And snows lay lovely patterns at her feet In humble servitudeg I marveled as I viewed the setting sun Enhance her beams with splendor it had spun From springtime gratitude. I saw the stones of gray that form her walls, I joined the band of knights who roam her halls, I answered every bell, And nowlmy shield is bright, her voice is still, I leave my castle there upon the hill And wave a fond farewell. -M. R. TIMMERMAN The City's Lullaby The sudden screeching of tightened brakes, The endless rambling of rolling wheels, The tireless pattering of running feet Of children-games they play with squealsg The rattling bounce of trolley cars, The clanks of much unheeded bells, The murmuring buzz of friendly news, Its echoed hum each voice retellsg The thunderous approach of a mumbling train, The hissing strength of its laboring steam, The soothing tales of distant chimes, The swelling bars of a baby's scream- All sounds that kindly prick my ear, As gathering cheerful unity, They tangle all their notes, and leap Upon a chord of harmony To lull my drowsy mind to sleep. -M. R. TIMMERMAN