Newport High School - Blunita Yearbook (Newport, PA)

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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?

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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 5 At the time, lack had thought of nothing but reaching his goal and had but casually noticed the form, concealed by the goggles sitting beside him. Now, he was interested, so looking around he was surprised to see that his savior was Irvin S. Cobb, reporting at the front. And the car that had braved shell holes :n the darkness? Why. none other than Irvin S. Cobb's Ford. And so it was that the regiment was saved, saved bv a Ford. MARY BRIMMER. A PILGRIMAGE It was early afternoon of a day in spring that I first visited the lomb ol .Napoleon. As 1 came up the street upon which it is located, 1 saw a tall beautiful dome which 1 knew to be tile top oi the building containing the tomb. It seemed to lift its majestic surface far above the surrounding buildings; just as the person for whose remains it had been built, had raised lumselt tar above the other rulers of men on earth. The whole structure was surrounded by a high iron fence, the gates being held by stone posts. The guard opened the gates, and, as I entered. I beheld a most beautiful doorway. On each side of the entrance, a colossal statue of a man was erected. One ..as holding a pillow on which the crown of the Empire was placed above a sceptre; the other held a similar pillow containing the crown of war resting on a sword. I at once understood that the great hero was considered the ruler of men and of battle. Over the doorway was an inscription dedicated to the great man. The doors, themselves, were a mass of carvings. At the top were eagjes; below them, wreathes; and further below, crossed brarches of trees. When the doors were opened. I beheld a typical Roman Catholic chapel with long lines of mahogany pews. As I became filled with the awe and silence of the place, my eyes roamed over the chapel. At the front were six large candles, behind which wras a window with a golden cross painted upon it. The son was shining on this, giving it a most wonderful appearance. On mv left. I saw a life-size Crucifix on the wall Above this the battle flags of a great Emperor were suspended Flags of manv nations were there w'hich told me that their capior was loved bv his men. I now' wras struck with the gorgeous ceiling. It looked to me like a great painting supported bv a framework of gold. As I gazed at it. T thought of the reverence his people must have had to give the vears of hard labor which I .knew had been necessary to complete