Germantown High School - Record Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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7 JY ,f f y ..f- ' ,f ,V ' f f f f ,f A a a ,, y f eNNNiNe ff 2 f ,ffajl p l f .V,N ARNOLD-R. MAUSERT Q, Z N NN N N NN As the season for X -TQSP lyflih' , . f . -mi rr,-1 Ag - Ai.. V gunning rolls around, ,igfga Z i' th ht c d 'J A 'I .f. f, , 1 2:ih,f:5m5.:,r1,,'1:5:,zS f sais? lp, us into the great out- -'-5 p doors where we may en- 'Q ' 'H l ' 'I joy the company of Mother Nature to the utmost. As depicted by the accompany- ing illustration. The hunter goes out to spend a lovely, balmy, peaceful day, banging away at ducks. Quite unexpectedly the weather gets damp and then nice and squooozzzy. After about half an hour of this, the old boy gets fretful and pulls out his pipe, only to find that his fuel is like soup. While remarking how much this pleases him, he does a tailspin into a batch of especially gooey mud. After thanking Ma Nature for catching him in her lap, he goes about the business of loading his gun and suddenly becomes aware that one of those blank new-fangled shells he bought at Shnossenbinger's Hardware and Bakery has jammed up the works. This, of course, causes a severe mental recrudescence fDaddy, what's a severe mental recrudescence'!j during which he manages to extract the fcensoredj shell at the expense of taking a goodly nick from his thumb. Pausing a moment to salute his thumb with a broadside of strong phrases, he spies a duck in the offing, roosting on a bushl -Ann-nqb - Forgetting about the dinged digit, he takes a crack at the duck, which im- mediately rises to its full stature of about five feet nine and hollers to our hunter to kindly be a bit more careful of what he shoots, for if he doesn't he's liable to kill somebody, or at least he says .romcilzing to that effect. Toward noon, our friend is touched by the pangs of hunger. Reaching into his pocket, he drags out three roast pork sand- wiches, strongly resembling a futuristic artist's conception of a well-scrambled egg. He makes an attempt to eat this conglomeration and then washes it down with a swallow or two of-er-orangeade which elevates his spirits surprisingly. Finally he actually sees a duck and lets out a load of lead to chase it. YOWEEII Got itl He wallows out into no-mans' land and retrieves it, puts it into his bag, loads his gun and proceeds to make his way back to comparatively dry land. Here he celebrates by orangeading him- self again whilst he peers about for bigger and better ducks to conquer. Two fC'onlinucd on page 421 -:1I16lb-

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SGIIUIRAIINIT 4131155 GJIFGD SAW GIIUHUIEB LEAST BY EDWIN SUTHERLAND TSEEMED to me, asI talked to Iack across the dimly lighted table, that the war had not changed him much. QI think I am well qualified to judge as he and I have been chums ever since we were kidsj He was the same cheerful talkative fellow that had gone gaily 0ver There in the spirit of adventure. The horrors of lighting had evidently left no mark upon him. This was August 1919, ten months after the Armistice, and naturally the conversation drifted to the war and his experiences. He told me of many incidents, some dramatic, more pathetic, and he told them wellg so well, in fact, that I was successively thrilled and moved almost to tears. He talked interestingly for a full hour and then apologized. Sorry. Sort of forgot myself. Once I get going I hardly know when to stop. U I asked, And . . . Iohnson, what about him? . . . How did he get his? Ah Iohnson, he said slowly, Yeh . . . Iohnsonf' He carefully filled his pipeg looked thoughtfully at the ceiling and began to talk. Ieff, he said, I've known you some eighteen years, haven't I? You and I knew Iohnson four years. In these four I got to know him better, better than either you or I knew him at first, and he was no model boy scout. He had the sneakiest, lying, rottenest way about him and I came to hate him good and proper. YVell, this wore on for weeks, and several times we nearly tore each other apart. All the time my hate for him increased. Then Christmas came along and we got together some kind of a party in the main dugout. There were drinks, and cards, some singing, and we had a pretty fair time. All the boys were a little under. Can't blame 'em. They were trying to make believe they were happy. But, I noticed that Iohnson especially had taken too much. He was flushed and quarrelsome 3 he annoyed me. Iack leaned across the table. Now listen Ieff. Now comes the important part. You know those little dolls they stick on wedding cakes? YVell, someone had dug up something like it for our cake. He remained silent for a moment. I was a little under the weather that night too, he resumed, and all sorts of funny things cropped up in my mind. Among other useless bits of information which insisted on running through my brain was how Ye Olde Magicians did away with their enemies by sundry operations and attacks on wax figures, made to represent the person at whom they were sore. You know? A To me in my tipsy state the doll on the cake presented great opportunities and I thought the time had come to do away with Iohnson once and for all. I was drunk, remember. Accordingly, I drilled a neat hole with a pin through the figure's heart, murmuring at the same time Iohnson's name. I, in my drunken innocence, was surprised to see that the object of my charm was talking and wrangling as boisterously as before. My scheme was unavailing. ' At this point our party was broken fConf'in'ucd on. page 465

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A SllllllDlIRlllSNlINlNl?f EDISEDVIBRGM' HARRY WYETH ACK HARVEY was happy, very happy. At last he had perfected the aeroplane of his dreams. He had been trying to get a record- breaking climber and at the present moment was hugely enjoying himself in one. He was eighty thousand feet up in the air on just a trial trip. This was forty thousand feet higher than any plane had been flown until now. Yvhile lack was having the time of his life flying around in these high regions, he became aware of a distant bright spot that sparkled and glittered. His curi- osity prompted him to drive his plane towards it to discover what it was. After driving for an hour or so, lack was surprised at the tremendous size of this object. A close scrutiny of it disclosed that it was an enormous cloud. How- ever, there was something queer about this cloud. In the first place it was entirely too high for a cloud. Secondly, the cloud seemed to be composed of jagged, diamond-like particles of ice which glittered and gleamed in a very delightful way. Ordinary clouds are soft, fluffy, and billowy. This strange cloud aroused an impulsive whim to drive through it. So he drove into it head-on. When he had become tired of riding around in the cloud and had explored what he thought to be most of it, Jack decided that it was time to leave for home. He immediately began to take his bearings and to start back to earth. To his surprise his compass was behaving in an unaccountable manner. It was pointing to each of the directions in turn instead of to the north. Using it as much as he could, which was not using it at all, he tried to get out of the cloud. After an hour of futile attempts he finally realized that he was lost in the cloud. Furthermore, the supply of gas- oline was rapidly diminishing. His motor soon began to cough and sputter. It stopped all of a sudden and the plane began to fall. His speed in- creased rapidly and in hardly any time at all, the plane was rushing downward at a terrific pace. YVhen he had just about given up hope of getting control of the plane, the earth burst upon his vision. It required all his efforts and skill to get control of the plane but he did it and barely managed to bring the plane out of a tailspin and make a three-point landing on a large bush- covered plain. After a few minutes of rest from his strenuous experience, lack became aware of a bitter, acrid taste in his mouth and of a burning sensation in his nose. NVondering what it was, he opened the door of the cabin plane to get a breath of air. Almost immediately the sensations became stronger. In a minute or two he found out that it was the air that disturbed him. Thinking nothing of it, he stepped out of the plane to have a look at his motor. He experienced the curious feeling of stepping off into space and his body seemed to feel extraordinarily light. When he endeavored to step around to the front of the plane, he was fifteen feet beyond it before he knew it. This time he made a very startling and disturbing discovery. Instead of going one yard at a step he traveled five. With his mind in a turmoil, he tried to forget these things, so he looked around to take stock of his surroundings. ei171YC'