George E Westinghouse High School - Sketch Book Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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THE SERVICE QE SCHCDLARSI-HP FUNDS T0 HUMANITY UL'l'l'l'L'Dl,iS ol potential geniuses have struggled through life and have died without contributing to the progress of humanity. Their names, scrawled on shabby tombstones, might have been carved in the Hall of Fame had only material means tor their owners' development been available. Fate often enough confers poverty upon intelligence, but scholarships help to mitigate this evil. Today few persons of genius are condemned to carry their undeveloped talents to the grave. The world, eagerly exploring all avenues that may lead to higher physical and spiritual elevations, is vitally interested in what each citizen may have to contribute. True, not all who are awarded scholarships attain fame, but they do receive the education which makes intelligent citizensg and the influence of one good citizen is ample return tor a scholarship. Besides providing a student with the necessities for the development of his faculties in order that the world may exact its due tribute from his life, a scholar- ship acts as a whetstone for ambition. ln this capacity it can not be over-ratedg for talent, ambition, and intelligence form the triumvirate that controls civiliza- tion. Romain' YOUNG 10

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TI-IE SKETQI-I BUCK STAFF Volume Fourteen JANUARY, 1929 Number One Editor - - .1l.s'sistm1f Editor 1iIl.Yi1ZP.YS Manager Assisfaazf l?11.ri11f'.r.r ,S'c111'01' .Swt't'fi0lI - Literary Svrtiozz . - l,1l0f0gl'lIflI.V Art -illfllllllu - ,ltlLlcti4is Typist.: 511,41 jvslz on - ll r. Coyne Miss Robinson Miss Freeland Jeannette Cherry Kfiss Iivzms A1ltI1ItIfjCl'A' - HELEN ROSEN - SIMON FINGOLD - LAURA GATTO fEMILY' GRIMES MILDRED GEIS'I' MAX CAMIL - IQATHERINE HEMERLY - HAELEN HABEIQ - JAMES BUTTERMELD - JAMES DEMARLTHI - NIILTON NEANl,AN JAMES BACQN NIARION MCN may --S l LIENA PALMIERI H ELEN HABER GILIJA MARTClNlf2 f - 4 L JOHN ROEDER ASSISTANTS Mr. Hartlieb Miss Dickey Gertrude Wagliei' Paul Carpenter FACLTII1' Y ADV ISERS M r. 1 J'De11 9 9 4

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A LEGE D OF THE COAL FIELDS T H.Xl'P.EXlilD on a clear night when the moon was full. .lt was an experience which the Carter boys were to remember for the remainder of their days. Q The Carter family lived about twenty miles from town and obtained their living by hard work at farming. Farms were few and far between in that part of Pennsylvania. for it was in the anthracite coal region. The two Carter boys were twins just past their sixteenth birthday. As had been their custom for a long time. the two went to town on Friday nights in a horse-drawn wagon. taking milk, eggs, and other farm products to sell in town and returned the next day with staple provisions for the following Week. It so happened on this Saturday that after the boys had gone to town, transacted their business, and were returning, that one of them remembered having broken a pitchfork. ln spite of the lateness of the hour, the boys turned back and bought the much-needed implement. About halfway between the Carter home and the town was situated a large coal mine and a breaker where the coal was broken into pea, chestnut, egg, or lump sizes. This breaker, large and bulky, stood out against the sky. The road made a large semi-circular curve around this breaker and entered a wooded stretch a few hundred feet beyond. Wlhen the Carter boys were rounding the carve in the road, they saw a good distance away, beside the breaker, a heavy wagon tofwhich were hitched four powerful Percheron horses. Although it was nc-ar the often-feared hour of midnight, the two boys could see everything around :hem clearly, so bright and large and clear was the moon. This wagon belonged to the owner of the coal mine and was used to haul heavy articles used in and about the mine. Vllhat seemed even stranger than seeing the horses and wagon out at that time of the night was the sight of old jock Macljougal, the driver of the team and wagon. Jock was leaning against the back wheel of the wagon smoking his old corncob pipe. The boys knew jock well and, although they rounded the bend in the road with an unexpected and strange burst of speed from the horse, they called out a Hiya, lock! Their horse broke around the curve, shot onto the straight stretch of road, and went Hying through the Woods at an ever-increasing and uncontrollable speed. At the other end of the woods the horse was Finally, after much pulling on the reins, brought to a stop. XYhat ails her, anyway? this breathlessly from one of the boys. She never broke like that before. l don't know of anything that would make her bolt like that unless it was seein' lock out there. ,Xnd say! Seein' jock struck me as mighty strange, too. I turned around and looked back just as we were llyinl into the timber. Maybe l didn't see straight. but the team, wagon, and ,lock had disappeared! I reckon it's all pretty strange. answered his brother. .Xfter tightening the harness. which had been shaken loose in the horses' wild tiight. they started on their way again. Both agreed that seeing old Jock Macllougal leaning on the wagon by the coal breaker at that time of night was queer. Their discussion was cut short on their arrival at the farmhouse. No more of glock was said and the boys, not even mentioning the incident to their parents, went straight to bed. The next morning both of them had either forgotten the event of the night before or had thought it not important. They were soon to recall it and to remember it as long as they lived. 11 i