Evening High School - Owl Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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CLASS OF 1935 At last they saw the splendid city of their forefathers, covering the ground as the sand dunes cover the desert. Low buildings were laid out in irregular rows showing streets such as rivers cut on their way through the ravines. They got lodging at the largest inn so as to hear the gossip. Each night, under the dim light of their room, they related to each other that which had been learned. The three messengers remained in Granada for a full moon. Upon their return home they were greeted heartily and a great feast was prepared for them. Each messenger related his interesting findings to the delight of everbody. All hands worked hard to bring results to this great undertaking of the march to their forsaken land. They finally arrived at the city after much difficulty. The day had come for them to fight for the city of their yearnings. A last word of in- structions was given before their desperate attempt on the city. The tribes were separated and sent on their way to enter the city from all the gates. It was a great surprise to the Goths to find themselves sur- rounded by their enemy. The regular Goth soldiers had been badly beaten by a barbarous north- ern tribe and offered little resistance .to the Granacians. After days of joyous festivals, the heroes of the fights traveled to the Alhambra, which had at one time been a splendid, jeweled palace of the ruler. It was now a sorrowful sight to behold. When it had been in its splendor, it had had a stone carving over the gateway. This carving of massive size featured a hand reaching for a key. This was the symbol of life to the Granacians. Old legends predicted that when the hand would grasp the key, the people would return to their land to live in peace and plenty. This arch had fallen into ruin and the key crumbled together with the carving of the hand-the prophesy has been fulfilled. -Irwin F. Kenderdifxe, Jr. THE QQTTMWG' W G T T

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r s Grasping for Glory FOR over one hundred years the people of Granada had been roving far and wide across the continent of Asia. They were seeking a place to make their home. As gypsies they traveled in bands but always kept them- selves closely related. Their forefathers had been driven from rich lands by Goths. One bright day the new ruler called the advisers of the tribes together to discuss the return to their forsaken homeland. Silence, shouted the new ruler. You all know it is over one hun- dred years since Boabdil, our worthy ruler, died. We must fight for our old land or we will be lost to the worldf' From the tongues of all the advisers came the same expression of ap- proval. It was time to revolt against the Goths who had driven them from their homes. Babsil, the strongest of his tribe, offered his services to command the attack. Being well trained in riding he could hit his target with the greatest of skill. He owned one of the finest horses in the land and was envied by other racers for his prize. Maibo, Darso, and Aasle were chosen to bring the news from Granada. Early in the morning, when the faint red rays of the sun swept across the plains, they set forth in that direction. Across- the great plains and in- to the mountains they sped. At night they rested their horses and slept. under blankets of many colors, patterned in many Moorish. prayers, which kept them warm. It was a great treat to think. their mission was to be a success. Darso, the leader of the three, inquired as to the name of the town, only to be dis- appointed to find that he had ridden many miles out of his way. Their destination was a two days' journey to the north. Malba and Aasle were- not discouraged but in high spirits to bring back good news. Since the sun was silently sinking in the west, the three riders took up their nights' lodging in a small dwelling near the gate that would be in the direction of their travel. The master of the house was very' kind to- them. Early in the morn- ing they arose, paid their kind friend and set out for Granada, or GA ll limmhmllmlmlwl TA E iowt CLASS OF i935

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CLASS OF 1935 F 00 U W ,, o Poems by NOW THAT WE ARE SENIORS VVhat a difference just four years can mean, VV'hile Freshmen we would wait and dream Of the happy day when we'd obtain The Seniors, privileges and name. 'We said, 'SHow splendid it will be To govern and wield authorityf, But little then did we realize NVhat Seniors must do to win the prize. NVe longed for the time we could say with delight. UI can't go to Class, we've a meeting tonight. XVe could dash through the halls, rouse a teacher or twog Ah, yes, 'twas great to look forward to. Now, as Seniors we wish we could be Freshmen again, irresponsible, care freeg To be sure we would be unimportant again, NVith exams before us in one endless chain. Hut, nevertheless, I still must insist, l'd like my name on the l reshmen list. I'd like to look forward, be able to say, Yes, l'll he a Senior, too, some day. AGNES KRAMER. ,.,,,A,f,,7-- FAREWELL The march is ended, we say with regret, These years of happiness we'll never forget, Our days were filled with joy and song, But now these days are almost gone. NVhat the morrow will bring No one knows or Can tell. How we still wish to cling: To this beloved Castle. Sing when our hearts are heavy? Can we sing when we say boodbye? As we part from our Alma Mater, VVe say farewell with a sigh. HENRY F. GALLYMAN. A-Q,7, THE STORM Hark! 'Tis nature at her best, When all is still, and all at rest, 'Tis the calm before the storm, On wings of wind, a cloud is born. Silence! 'Tis nature blest. OTHl'lI.lA SCHNAIEEI.. Z5 O the Class A DAY'S JOURNEY Life is but one great journey, Through which we travel all day, VVe start at the break of ea1'ly dawn On a happy, brigzht and cheery morn. XVI: hear the robins sing their praise In thanks to God with glory ablaze, The flowers all nod a cheery good morning In the quiet-like breeze that is softly blowing. As we continue on through the day, XVC stop our childish, simple play, iYe're men now, every one and all, Leaving our school's stately halls. Our real life now seems to begin In this old world with all its sing VVe're tempted., perhaps, to do unjust things, .Xnd later sorrow to our heart elings. Hut at last dusk begins to fall, Laying a dark blanket over us all, XYC know our day of reckoning is hereg Just then we start to heeome sincere. Life is our best teacher, we all shall find As we look back to our daily grind, We ta ke great pride in our ended work, And hope God will forgive his unjust Clerk. JOHN S'1'OFFKO. COME ON-SMILE Have you ever tho't how rich we are tho' we may not have a cent, How many things we folks receive, yet filled with discontent, XVe talk about depression and complain about our lot? Listen, folks, complaints like that are just plain tommy-rot. VVhen in the morning you arise, do you ever pause to think That the chain of hours ahead might be missing just one link To make the day a happy one? Perhaps that link is you, And if you'd smile throughout the day, you yvouldn't feel so blue. ETHEI. V. GROFF, June '35. THE OWL