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

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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

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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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g THE JACK Of LANTERN g g in futile effort to decide the contest. The novelist raised his javelin to hurl lt -at his opponent when the latter deftly struck him with his lance unhorsmg him and thus gaining the' victory. 4 The battlewas over, The victor descended from his horse. - Slowly he advanced and presented his offering. From his hands I received a much-worn volume and settled down in contentment to read again- The Idylls of the King. - . DOROTHY PIDGEON '26s H. H. S.. i ,A illriple mragehg a It was a dark cold, stormy nightin the middle of December. Ar old woman sat huddled in front of the tire place of the great Weston mansion, a look of terror in her eyes. lf those mysterious noises come again tonight, 4 she said to herself, I shall die.'f Almost every night terrible moanings and noises were heard .in the attic of the stately old mansion. Old Mrs. Weston lived by herself with the exception of a maid whom she had brought with her from Spain. Shefcould never find the courage to search for the cause of these noises lerself and when she asked the maid to help her or stay up with her she always made some excuse. - ' M 'The maid went by the name of Anita. She was a tall, dark, lan- guid sort of person, who went around for hours at a time as if in r trance. Always on her face was a look of revenge. She always retired-- before midnight, the time the noises were heard, and apparently they never ,bothered her, at least, she never spoke of them. ' The clock struck twelve, and just at the last stroke of the clock a terrible scream echoed through the great halls of the mansion. Mrs Weston seemed frozen to her chair, every muuscle in her body was rigid. -After a few moments she managed to drag herself slowly up the greatstaircase, each step seeming an eternity. She called in a weak trembling voice, Anita, Anita, but Anita did not answer. Just as she reached the maid's room another of the terrible screams was heard This was too much. She fell in a heap to the floor unconscious. Sl.e' gained consciousness ahfew .minutes later, finding herself lying in the same place. Again she called, Anita. but still no answer. -She raised herself slowly, and just as she did her eyes fell on a shining ob- ject near her. 'She picked it up, and after examining it found it to be a curious little case which Anita always carried with her. Anita must have been in a hurry to drop that, she thought to herself. Slowly, cau- tiously, she' opened the door and peered into Anita's room. - It was empty and apparently Anita had not been to bed that night. Where could she be? Anita has been acting queerly, thought Mrs. Weston, I wonder why. ' Then she raised her head in the air, a look of oezer- mination in her eyes. c If there is any possible way, I will solve this mys- tery. A A -39- 1 1 x 1 'T., ' ' ' ,I I - ' 3. ., 0 -