Meadville Area High School - Red and Black Yearbook (Meadville, PA)

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The Orchestra is necessary to the High School. When our new High School is completed this worthy organization will have a 'regular' place to preform, which will much enhance the beauty of our weekly Qbrplpgirg entertainments. Many thanks are due Miss Bond for her pe-rseverance. The Orchestra added much to the enjoyment of tfwo of Olll' Basket Ball games, and it is up to the whole school to give three cheers and a tiger for our musical organization. 13? as if What has become of our dramatic ability i? ls it still here? Decidedly HYes. NVe have had tiwo exhibitions of its 'presence in chapel this year and nothing 'was more appreciated. The pupils who took Dminr Flag part in the two plays showed much if not more ability than other high schools. VVhy can't we have a 'Senior play U? Some say the theatre costs too much. Pt dloes .but we shouldn't be obliged to rent a theatre. We should have an auditorium in the high school but since we havent we have to rent the only one in town. It has fbeen shown the enough money can be made to pay all expenses and have a bonus of one or two hundred dollars. Yes, we know some people don 't believe that but then is money everything? Where is the pep and push that used to be here J? ls it gone? No, but what chance have we to show it? Do we have the privileges ot other scho.:-ls? Do we have a glee club, a dramatic' club, or a literary clwb? No, and why Not? Do we have dances? Shocking, shocking. Do we give concerts like other schools? No, we haven't any of the equipment we should have. NVe can act. We e-an sing. YVe can play musical instruments but nobody knows it. Wake up, Mead- ville, and give us our rights. A dramatic clufb A should be organized in the high school. The Bramatir charter memlbers could be drawn from the Gluh student body taking an interest in dramatics and then new meimlbers added whenever stu-dents showed ability along that. line. Short plays, acts from standard plays, selections from Shakespeare, etc.. could be staged monthly by this society and add much to the Chapel activities. Even it we are not alble t.o go into our new high school by next Septemloer, we can get such a club started and be able to put. on a tirslti class play to open the new building. All we wlant is a leader. Somebody to organize the same. Are you the Somebody? i f i S ' t. hm Page twenty eight

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Sag Ili with EFln1uPra ,Ag g?' 'K- ft , J-'57 fe 2 1 - is A T Q it ' ' .i tt .1 f' S y CFirst Prize-J Tfhere was no doiubt a'hout it, Tommie Crane Jr., at nineteen, was hopelesslly, ipainifully, and un11'1iSmkatb1y bashful. He would nearly choke to death in an attenrpt to tmake conversation' with some of his sister's friends: his hands always played, strange tricks on him when he was going through an introduction, turning from hot to clammy coldg and trhere was usually a slight weakness about his knees. But the worst part of it was that the whole family seemed to he cons-piring and plotting ways and means to cure him. Altogether it was terrifying! On this particular night, t'Sis,' had unexpectedly iroped him in' to play escort to some out-of-town girl at the informal Clulb dfaniee. It was almost eight when Totmmie struggled into his tuxedo. He managed as far as tl1e tie, and after many frantic twists and jerk-5 suggeedgd in mak- ing it look like mussed up, wilted string about his neck. Much disgusted and with a very red face, he appeared he- fore his Mother. After a few deft pats here and there, she surveyed him. --You look very nice Tomvmie, noiw-D1O'N'1T FUSS! A groan repaid her efforts as Tommie pulled from his pocket a handkerchief to mop his face. Then: -You needent 'be surprised at anything that happens tonight, he warned l1Q1',-Why' I never saw the girl before, how d'you expect me to know what to say to her? Perfect stranger! VVhy-. By this time his hands were waving wildy. HSupposing she is one of those giddy, grinning, kind and-- A motor horn sounded outside. His Mother fairly pushed him from the room, and witlh a last desperate glance in the hall mirror, he seized a soft hat from the rack and was gone. The words still rang in his ears: ENow D'ON T Fuss Z- The tiwo large punch 'howls were placed at one corner of the hall, and were surrounded by groups of younger clulo memthers. Everyone was having a gay time eXicep't+poor Tommie. He piloted a small, dark girl across the floor in miserable silence. He was thinking deeply. 'WI13' didn 't she say something anyway ?-4This walking are-und with a Mummy was worse than the usual chatterbox' He turned to her abruptly. -Oh, 'er, are you enjoying yourself, Miss 'cr-tGreat Scott, he had forgotten her namelj He floundered 'help- lessly, and his ears grow hot. Waiting, he expected to hear her laugh at his emlbarrasment. But she diden't- -My name is Army Ashton,-slie said simply. Tommie Page thirty