Newport High School - Blunita Yearbook (Newport, PA)

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THE BLUE AND WHITE 3 How stooped Mary is getting, or “How round shouldered John has grown. Alary and John are not to blame. A State law compels them to go to school and study and be confined in a building all day. But there is no law compelling schools t« have classes in i'hysical Training. hat is education without health? Last year, ninety-five per cent of the pupils of the Newport schools had influenza. hv : Because their power of resistance was low. They had been working hard in school, but had had no established form of exercise to counterbalance the tax on their systems. Musical training would have solved the problem in many cases. I he boys and girls of Newport take absolutely no interest in athletics But they are not at fault, they've never had a chance. One dav in the year the boys race at the Fair Grounds. The other three hundred and sixty-four they stand on street corners and loaf in restaurants. There is nothing else for them to do. And the girls are utterly neglected. Thev are given not even one day on which they can display their skill and endurance. What is to be done about it? Surely we don’t want the future citizens of our town to degenerate physically. No. We wfant them to be strong and noble men and women. Their moral and intellectual lives are being cared for. why not their phvsical ? H. E. 21. During these days of reconstruction not only the industrial but the educational world as well is affected. Newport schools had their first taste of the change in the resignation of Mr. Rarritz who has entered the coal fields on the wholesale plan. In his footsteps ha come Mr. A. M. Palm from Dickinson. Manv persons may not know that Mr. Palm is the ‘bird consecutive Dickirsonian to be associated with tfoe Newport High School. Resides being an instructor. Mr. Palm :s an athlete We hope to see some of the sports, the N. H. S. is capable of having, revived again. Since Mr. Palm is the Iv'rd we arc sure he will be the charm. The students of the Newport High School wish to extend greetings to Mr. Palm H. W. M. ’20.

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THE BLUE AND WHITE 2 ' with other schools and, thereby, learn new means by which to better their own; the fourth is that the pupils, in writing for this paper, will do their best to keep their school on a par with other schools and in doing so fit themselves for greater responsibilities later in life. We can have a paper, we will have a paper but what we need is s-u-p-p-o-r-t. if every one plays his part, there is no question about its success. Mr. Alumni of . H. S.. do your bit to show your appreciation of what this school has done for you by sending news of yourself to any member of the staff. Mr. Business Man. show us that you have an interest in our school by allowing us to use your name in our paper. Mr. News Reader, find out what the pupils in your home town are doing by reading the X. H. S. Blue and White. Let us all cooperate to make the Newport High School no back number. A. M. W. ’20 In the publishing of a paper not only the staff must work together, but the whole school must take an active part. This the students have done, with the result that is shown in these pages. The various merchants and business men of the town have made possible this, the first issue of a school paper for the Newport High School. We hope thev will continue to lend support, and we desire to thank all who have given such support. H. W. -M. ’20. In the past few years the Newport High School has made splendid progress. We have advanced along many lines. 'File institution of new studies is perhaps our most important forward step, chemistry being the latest addition. Then, too, our aesthetic senses are appealed to: We have only the best pictures on our walls; we study the classics and great poets and authors; we sing good songs, study the compositions of great musicians, and on our new victrola hear records made by the world’s greatest artists. All these things teach us to recognize things of real merit and to discard the trivial. We are influenced for the better; made better men and women, better citizens, morallv and intellectually, for Newport, for Pennsylvania. for the United States. But we need to be made better citizens physically. We ought to have a gymnasium and classes in Physical Training. We sit at our desks all morning and most of the afternoon. The muscles of our shoulders and backs weaken and we do not hold ourselves erect. How often one hears the remark.

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4 THE BLUE AND WHITE LITERARY SAVED What was that noise? It couldn’t— it couldn't— oh! it mustn’t be the engine! But it was. The motor cycle pulled lamely along ior a few seconds and then stopped. Jack O’Connell, who, a few moments before had been sure and confident of getting the message to the front, was now in the depths of despair. The message meant everything to the regiment that now was waiting for the zero hour. It meant their life, if Jack could get it to them; their death, if he could not. The big guns rumbled in the distance and the only thing that could be seen from that lonely spot was the bursting of an occasional star shell. Looking at his watch, Jack perceived that it was four-thirty A. M The front was twenty miles from him. He could easily have made the trip and arrived before five A. M. the zero hour But what should he do now? There was no need for him to go forward for he could not possibly arrive in time. A long row of tired, mud-caked men rose before his vision. Even now. thev were preparing to go over into the German lines where a hideous trap of death awaited them. Jack shuddered at the thought that he was literally murdering his own men You must do something the big guns seemed to rumble. But still, nothing was heard by him but the rumble of the guns and nothing seen but a lone star shell bursting over there on No Man’s Land. lack to rid himself of the thoughts that were almost driving him mad, started down the road. He looked at his watch. It was four-thirty, now. All his hopes were gone. But thirtv minutes left! Yet. what was that? A faint noise was heard in the distance. It grew louder and louder. The chug, chug, chug of an engine became unmistakable. Jack stood rooted to the spot, fearing yet hoping. However, his fears soon left him for he recognized a car coming down the road. “The men are saved. was his first thought. But— but could that car travel over the shelled roads that led to the front and vet reach there before five o’clock? He hailed the car jumped in. and made the driver understand his plight. The car immediately picked up speed and literallv flew along the road, defying shell holes. In a little less than thirtv minutes, a wild-lookin? car tore up behind the lines, and just in time. Tack O’Connell handed the C. O. the message. But who was it that had arrived at the opportune moment?