Houtzdale High School - Jack O Lantern Yearbook (Houtzdale, PA)

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L g g THE JACK 0' LANTERN Eleanor Wagner, Sis, Playing, Charleston,'Rebecca. Allen Tompkins, Fat, Working, Eating, Athelstane. Mary Swick, Sonny, Shieking,.Flirting, Bashful. William Smiles, Mush, Scouts, Tennis, DeBracy. Dorothy Sherkel, Dot, Going to Movies, Sleeping, Cutie. Ruby Radcliffe, Rube, Latin, Studying, English. Robert Lewis, Red, Eating meals, Swimming, Isaac of York Myrtle Martin, Sugar, Being kidded, Studying, Kenny Vada McNeil, Jackie, High Notes, Going to Church, English. Julia Mayernick, Marconi, Bus riding, Playing for Jim, Queen. Beatrice Peck, Bud, Dieting, Sleeping, Pie. Eleanor Pidgeon, Shinney, Reducing, Crying, Haste. Evelyn Robertson, Nick, School, Copying, Zwickbock. Lester Griffith, Debater, Algebra, Eating candy, Amoco. Chance Saupp, Benny, Basketball, Philipsburg girls, Spare ribs. Lorraine Zimmerman, Lefty, Waiting, Taking pictures, Inez. Harry Falk, Falky, Latin, Going to Brisbin, Lockley Ethel Freberg, Honey, Dates, Gettng Didgets, Teck Erman DeJailTe, Hondson, Get Hundreds, Argueing, Talk - Henry Bell, Alexander, Translate Latin, Inventing, Prince John ' Clifton Benson, Pete, Tnips, Shieking, Bruno' the Great. , A H. H. S. D 511125 The Freshmen cass has a total number of twenty-eight-the larg- est class in H. H. S. We hope to stick together and graduate. The Class put on its first Literary Program on the 25th of September. The first Class Meeting was held and officers were elected. We decided to serve a lunch at the next Literary. Our next Class Meeting was held Feb- ruary 9 to choose our class colors, motto and flowers. The following were selectedg . Q Flower-American Rose H ' Colors-Maroon and White A Motto- Live and Learn. The Sophomores played a series of games with the Freshmen in Basketball in which the Sophomores won 3 lost 2. This showed that the Freshmen had a number of iine athletes, under the coaching of Manager and Captain, Chance Sauppf and Robert Lewis. -37.-- . . '-ag , . .. . ,K Q . .f kilfi. - 3 'C . ' it . - .:'.--V If- 'f --1-'il U ..., . -- .t., ll

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, C THE JACK of LANTERN ,-,,.,T--, . - yi ' Eg '..5ss.'f? - -ww-vw I It i S T CA 'flliterarg 'Honest Q One winter evening I sat alone in the library, wondering what I should read. I glanced around the room--all about me I saw old friends, dear comrades in the realm of books. Soon I fell to musing. Old scenes presented themselves in a new guise. Beloved authors, familiar through their works, appeared, each offering his treasures. It seemed that I was ruler over a vast universe and the precious thoughts of all the ages were at my command. Should it be poetry or prose? Suddenly it was apparent that my old friends were about to de- cide the question among themselves. All rushed forward, eager for battle. The poets drew up one side, the prose writersuon the other?A joust! The idea struck my fancy. I sat alert, waiting for the signal. Each side rallied about their leader, chosen by virtue of his age. My heart throbbed as I saw Vergil lead the line of poets proudly into position for the fray. Manyloved ones were there-Tennyson, Shakes- peare, Mlton and others. As I waited I saw one appear whose name 'I could not recall. His shield was blank and he wore no favor by which I might distinguish him, yet somehow that face was familiar. Ah, yes my former encounter with him recurred to me. I had met him in Beo- wulf. i My attention then encountered on the prose writers under theulead- ership of Cicero. I breathed a sigh as I watched my honored friend, so greatly misunderstood. With him were many other friends-Emerson, Scott, Dumas, and Irving. One ponderous knight on a black charger caught my eye. I thought for a moment then I recognized him. It was Plutarch. Who would ever think of solomn, thoughtful Plutarch en- gaged in a tournament? I almost laughed aloud, but feared to wound my stalwart friend. l U While these thoughts were crowding through mybrain, I -heard the signal, Laissez aller! and the battle began. For sometime the heavy blows fell without avail. Then I heard Shakespeare exclaim: A hit! A very palpable hit! as he fell a mighty opponent. Others followed. Soon only four remain. After repeated efforts Cicero defeated Vergil and Tennyson was left alone against the eminent Roman orator and my beloved Elizabethan Sir Walter Scott. It looked as if the contest .would be won by prose, when suddenly Cicero's -horse reared and threw him to the ground. 1 It was now a duel between Tennyson and Scott. The vanquished viewed the scene with intense interest. Charge after charge was made .438'.... lr x Yi xx g V ,lurk . .f . Q 'i.f, f-' ,f ' , L1 .N1,4 , A' f . , eff J : L- VV . Q u.g51 1:4 -- 1 It-11,13 K