Marple Newtown High School - Memories Yearbook (Newtown Square, PA)

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“OUR” WASHINGTON TRIP JFednesdaif T he trip to Washington for the Seniors of 1935 is over. But what golden, glowing memories remain! It is eight o’clock on Wednesday morning . . . The big bus is oft . . . No, wait, Gertrude isn’t here yet. But what matter a few minutes more or less m this gay company? We are off . . . the little towns flash by . . . Conowlngo Dam — huge turbines, generators, transformers, thrill even the laymen . . . but our budding engineer Howard Strohm understands it all. A stretch of countryside ... a flashing glimpse of Baltimore . . . over the silvery waters of the Severn River into Annapolis. The quaint charm of the tiny capltol delights all. Luncheon at Carvel Hall. . . . Coffee served to all, but, “coffee or milk?’’ when the big negro waiter reaches our engineer. The Naval Academy . . . the dress parade of the naval cadets . . . bayonets flashing as they wheel and turn with beautiful precision . . . great destroyers in the harbor . . . seaplanes skimming overhead, resting on the water . . . and a final thrill, the movie star, Richard Cromwell, filming a picture. Bill saw lots of Maryland licenses. “Must be somewhere near here’’ remarked Eleanor. On to Washington . . . Lafayette Hotel . . . rooms, baths, dinner . . . oft to the Congressional Library . . . gorgeous colorings, sweeping staircase, beautiful murals, rich mosaics, . . . we need Mr. Shaw to expain the geometrical patterns . . . price- less manuscripts, Gutenburg Bible, Constitution of the United States, Declaration of Independence, historic state documents . . . rows upon rows of bookstacks, students busy at the tables. We are swept back into the French Revolution with Fredric March as Jean Val Jean in T es Jliserahles. A glimpse of the lighted dome of the Capitol. And so to bed! Thursday Breakfast and away . . . our guide arrives . . . tantalizing glimpses of Washington all day . . . Bureau of Printing and Engraving . . . money in the making, but none of it offered to us. Smithsonian Institute, a vast treasure house of relics. Washington Monument, a needle pointing into the sky ... an elevator to the top . . . stairs for strong legs . . . Washington through a mist, too bad! Across the Mall to the White House . . . in at the big door . . . our imagina- tions thrill to memories of the feet that have crossed that threshold . . . the big ballroom . . . gleaming crystal chandeliers . . . splendid paintings of Presi- dents and their wives. Up “The Avenue’’ to the Capitol . . . the House of Representatives . . . not even the most modern schoolroom would stand for the racket that goes on here; to quiet Seniors it seems like pandemonium. Hall of Fame, Whispering Gallery, marvelous paintings in dome . . • the Senate chamber, packed, they are upholding the President’s veto of the Patman Bonus Bill, history in the making . . . Pan American Building, glimpses of the life of our Southern neighbors in the beautiful patio. A cruiser is here from Argentine and the flags are flying in their honor. Many other places of Interest too numerous to mention. Frida y Friday morning off to Mount Vernon, along the beautiful riverside drive. Washington’s old home is a never-falling delight . . . the gardens are bewitching. Pictures of the class taken. Back through fragrant old Alexandria . . . glimpses of church where Washington worshipped, new memorial on the hill. It is here we see the first public school in America still in use. More of Washington and then off for home. Baltimore, Elkton, Havre de Gras, over Susquehanna into Delaware . . . up into the home soil of Pennsylvania; ah, Springfield Dam and the hills of home. ’Slong kids. Happy landings.

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PROPHECY ENGINEER AVOIDED BY FRIENDS Mr. Joseph Serrill electrical engineer for the local power company, received quite a shock at about I :30 A. M In an interview at his home, Mr. Ser- ril said, 1 was parked on Rol - ing Green Road late last night, talking over a business deal with an acquaintance of mine. My friend got tired o neck — 1 mean taiking — and, looking out, noticed a stray cat beside the cai. I got out and grabbed it. 1 saw a flash o black and white and then lost consciousness. Since then, al my friends have avoided me. Life Buoy or no Life Buoy. NEW TEACHERS AT MARPLE-NEWTOWN Principal Joan Grey today announced the addition of two teachers to the faculty of the newly erected Marple-Newtown High School. Miss Jeanne Tees- dale will take over the Physics Department. Miss Teesdale, a graduate of M. 1. T., comes with high recommendation in research. Miss Elizabeth Klo- darska will assist Mr. Harvey of the Commercial Department. GREAT OPERATION SUC- CESSFULLY PERFORMED This morning in the Temple University Hospital, Surgeon Schnerr removed h.s own tonsils and is now convalescing at his home. 1 1 seems that while administer- ing an anaesthetic to one of his patients, Schnerr fell asleep and, in this state, removed his tonsils. The operation, performed by habit, was done so sk Ifully that when Schnerr awoke, he merely thought that he had been chew- ing the blanket which had made his throat sore. Schnerr will soon be a full-fledged veteri- narian. Ted Lewis — “I used to snore so loud I’d wake mysell up; but I cured myself. I sleep in the ne.xt room now. ” Mr. Shaw — “What chemical is more e.xpen- sive than nitrate?” George Gaul — “Day ' rate.” Alildred Simpson says that she was so sur- prised when she was born that she didn’t talk for a year and a half afterward. Howard (to Joan who is eating an apple) — “Look out for the worms, Joan.” Joan — “When 1 eat apples the worms have to look out lor themselves.” Grant — “Who’s the dame giving us the glad eye Ralph — “She’s Just a teacher who can’t make her pupils liehave. ” Stephen — “Heard your pal kicked tke bucket!” Ted — “Naw, he Just turned a little pail.” W ' illiam — “Do you know what good clean fun is?” Ted — “I’ll bite, what is it?” 1 think that I shall never see. An insect meaner than a flea. A flea whose hungry mouth is pressed, All night against my ribs and chest. A flea who chews on me all day. And never stops to rest or play. A flea who wanders through my hair, And gnaws upon me here and there. Who’s caused me misery and pain. And made me want to raise Just Cain Oh, when the Lord created me, W’hy did He go and make — a flea? — The (hel. MEMORIES, 7935 Page Thirteen

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MEMORIES, 7935 Page Fifteen