Newport High School - Blunita Yearbook (Newport, PA)

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12 TLbe Blue anb “UUIMtc. had pictured so indelibly on the minds of his readers. He needs no monument but the place, no epitaph but the elegy. I do not know how long I stood by the poet’s tomb, but the slanting rays of the setting sun brought me to a realization of the lateness of the hour. After one lingering glance about me, I turned and left this hallowed place, which had impressed me so strongly, and which was to inspire me to greater efforts in life. I. M. D., ’21. EXCHANGES t DWARD! Edward! Edward Hale Jones! Where M-j are you ? Plague, take that boy. Edward Hale—you answer me this minute! Where is that boy?” “Edward Hale, you come—Merciful Heavens!! What was that? That boy will drive me frantic. Why, it’s Miss Perkins’ cat. O, there comes that young rapscallion, and his dog, too.” “Edward, why didn’t you answer? Quit chasin’ Miss Perkins’ cat.” “Was you callin’ me, ma?” “Certainly, do you think I was imitatin’ a canary bird. You go up to your brother’s room and get my broom. Hurry, now, or Miss Perkins will hear about you chasin’ her tom-cat.” “Women always wiiz funny. As if it would hurt that tom-cat.” “Gee, what are these things? Guess I’ll look at ’em. School papers, 1 guess. “ ‘Clipper’ from Du Bois. I wish there wuz more of them. “This is the ‘Lore’ from Lewistown. Them School Notes is dandy. The ‘Orange and Black’ from Jersey Shore had a good Alumni Department. Too bad that there isn’t more School Notes in the ‘Magnet.’ 0, here’s another ‘Magnet.’ November and December, I s’pose. Good stories in that one. The ‘Red and Blue' from Jenkintown has some dandy things in about school. The ‘High School Journal’ from Wilkes-Barre has some more good stories. The ‘Mountain Echo’ from Altoona has some good pictures at the beginning of everything. The ‘Jack O’Lantern’ and the ‘M. Unite’ and the ‘Argus’ and the ‘Torch’ from Houtzdale, Mount Union, Huntingdon and Doylestown are dandy papers and I wish there was more, and—” “Edward, you bring my broom here!”

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XTbc Blue ant wabitc. 11 THE CHURCHYARD AT STOKE-POGIS 'HE CHURCHYARD AT Stoke-Pogis, immortalized by Gray's Elegy, is the very dwelling place of peace. This quiet, picturesque spot is situated In England, and is as beautiful a picture as any artist might wish to paint. I made my way to this solemn spot late in the afternoon. The day wras one in early autumn, and the verdure was, as yet, green and flowering. To visit the scene of that beautiful poem, to view those “nodding elms,” to stand under the “yew-tree’s shade,” had long been the desire of my heart! 1 approached the church by a winding road, which seemingly endeavored to envelop me in a maze. My eagerness grew', each moment, more intense, and it was with great joy that 1 caught my first glimpse of the place. The road widened directly in front of the gate, and seemed almost to force one to the entrance. I entered the gate and gazed about me. The church stands at the right of the pathway, and it is surrounded by the yard, with here and there a tree or verdant shrub. The building wras in much the same condition as when Gray found it, with the exception of its spire. This latter is a modem addition, and seems to be regarded as an intruder by the ivy which covers the building, for the spire is entirely avoided by the clinging vine. Throughout the yard, memorials have been erected, to mark the resting places of people long forgotten. Some of these memorials are of w’ood, others of stone, but none shows signs of neglect. All seem to have been scattered there in that secret disorder which is the perfection of real loveliness. As I w'alked nearer the church, I noticed the place w’here Thomas Gray is buried. I paused for a moment, then proceeded into the church. The interior of the building, like the exterior, was in perfect repair. It has been kept thus without marring in the least its antique beauty. As a whole it had practically the same appearance it must have had many years ago. The benches, pulpit and desks were fashioned, probably by amateur carpenters’ hands, but w ith the greatest care and pains. The colored w indow panes lent a beautiful glow’ to the scene, and touched up the rough spots, producing a most pleasing effect. I left the church and lingered again on the turf winch “heaved in many a mouldering heap,” and allowed my mind to wander in revery for a few moments. I thought of the people buried ’neath my feet, and felt certain that each, in his own way, had done something to make the w’orld a little better. I recalled the poet. Gray, buried in the churchyard he

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XTbc Blue ani wabite. 13 SCHOOL NOTES At last the unbelievable has happened. The dog has barked. The Freshmen have held a party all by themselves. 1 asked why they stayed so late. They answered that they wanted to get the worth of the rent money. A quintette has been organized in the N. H. S. The members are: Charles Albright, ’24; Walter Kepner,’23; William Morrow, '23; Ralph Saucerman, ’23, and Holland Adams, '22. Owing to the sickness of Charles Albright, the first appearance was a quartette. The people, who are living adjacent to the N. H. S., are making their walls sound proof as a Girls’ Chorus, an Orchestra and a Quintette are a little too much. If you notice that any School Notes are missing this month, remember the chicken-pox. When the editor had the chicken-pox, he felt like making notes that weren’t School Notes. David Stevens is now a mail clerk running on the route between Pittsburgh and Philadelphia. David has tried three ways of transportation-foot, buggy, and train. The next one is the airplane. On December 10, the N. H. S. had somewhat the appearance of a Young Ladies' Seminary, instead of a co-ed high school. The reason for this was that the male part of the High School went to Blain to witness the basket-ball game between B. V. S. and N. H. S. Now that the holidays are over, the students are all looking forward with pleasure (?) to the mid-year exams. When one receives his report card, it makes him think that the Faculty is impersonating Pershing to the extent that “They shall not pass!’’ Christmas exercises were held in the High School auditorium on December 24. There was singing by the school and Girls’ chorus. The orchestra played three selections: “Connecticut March,” “Simple Confession,” and “Dancing Dolls. ’ “Christmas Everywhere” was recited by Anna Loy and Jeanette Goodling read Dickens' “Christmas Story.” Irene Stid-fole sang “The Birthday of the King.” The quartette made its first appearance, singing three selections. Pauline Hom-bach and Mildred Shultz played “Spanish Dances,” by Mos-kowski. The second scene of act two of Macbeth was given by some members of the Senior class. The caste of charac-