Newport High School - Blunita Yearbook (Newport, PA)

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6 Sbc Blue anb lift bite. While Dean was sitting in his “den” thinking about the accusation that had been made against him, his chum, “Doc” Hall, came bounding into his room and yelled, “Hey, Dean, the Harding’s a mass of flames and some of Riverton’s eleven are missing.” Hatless and coatless, Dean ran out onto the campus. There was a fearful glare in the sky and the street was full of people going to the fire. Arriving, breathless, at the scene, Dean saw “Bob” McKee and asked, “How is Riverton’s eleven? All safe and sound?” “Guess so, the coach was going the rounds to see if they were all out. Some fire, isn’t it?” “You bet,” answered Dean. At that moment there was an awful ; hout. A figure was seen to come to a window on the third floor, throw up its hands and disappear. “It’s Jack Oakley,” cried Mr. O’Neil, coach of the Riverton team. The flames were shooting up, many feet into the air and the heat and smoke were intense. A crash was heard. A wall fell somewhere in the building. An effort was made to save Jack but the ladder broke and the firemen gave up the attempt. “Keep back! The walls may fall any minute!” ordered the fire chief. The crowds swayed back and forth and the few policemen had their hands full. Oakley, halfback on the Riverton team, had once been a student of Barton, but had been expelled for cheating during a “Math” exam. Dean was President of the Student Council, so Oakley blamed Dean for causing his expulsion and from that time on had hated him. Dean didn’t care who was in the building, but made up his mind to get him out. Inquiring the number of Jack’s room he slipped through the ring of police and firemen and ran to the main stairway in the hotel. It was in flames. Dean saw that it was impossible to get to the third floor that way. Through the thick smoke and terrific heat he made his way to the stairway leading up from the dining room. Here, at least, one could breathe with some ease. He took a deep breath and dashed up the stairs to the second floor. Pausing to take another breath he made his way to the third floor. The heat was awful, the smoke dense. By this time Dean began to give up hope. “Why did he have to save Jack? Jack hated him and then he would feel so much better if he were out of the hotel. Well, he’d try to get to Jack.” Half senseless Dean managed to get to No. 11. Jack was lying in the middle of the room, evidently overcome by the heat. Dean picked him up and dashed out into the corridor.

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XTbe JBlue anfc WJbite. 5 The system trains the young mind to walk in paths of moral trustworthiness in future years. And it fits him the better to fulfil not only personal but also public, social and political obligations. for its services are fully executed in the most businesslike manner. It quickens the student’s sense of responsibility for the school standing and general welfare of his fellow students, and thus it has a very distinct social value. Student Government tends to put students upon their honor both in regard to their own actions and their share of authority for the conduct of other students. One of the main functions of it is the Honor System, which system is of vastly great importance as it makes each pupil dependent on his own ability. Its value has been proven in the case of practically all Universities and Colleges as well as many High Schools where the system has been tried. The neighboring town of Lewis-town at the present time is using Student Self Government. Also the High School at Ashland, California, has used the system for sixteen years and has found it very successful. In view of these values, 1 think that Student Self Government would be of great benefit not only to the Newport High School but also to each individual student. John Edwin McKee, '21. Xtteran? STOLEN SIGNALS IN THE QUIET little college town of Athens, Maine, was located Barton University, one of the best in the New England States. One hundred twenty miles from Athens was located another institution, the University of Riverton. Since their founding, these two universities had been the greatest of rivals on the track, diamond and gridiron. It was the night after the great foot-ball game between these two rivals and all Barton was mourning over its defeat. It seemed as though the Riverton team knew Barton's signals perfectly. Partly, for this reason, Dean Royal, the full back on the Barton team, was blamed for selling or giving the signals to Riverton, for he was the last to have the signals and reported to Coach Dale that he had mislaid them. The Riverton eleven was staying over night in Athens at the Harding House, part of the third floor having been engaged for them.

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Xlbe Blue anD Mbite. 7 Ho could not go back that way. “Well, he’d just have to die with Jack. What was that thing in the closet? A rope! It wouldn’t do him any good. Yes, it would, too!” Only half knowing what he was doing, Dean fastened the rope to the bed, threw it out the window and slid with Jack to safety. When Jack regained consciousness he acknowledged that he had stolen the signals from Dean’s coat the day before the game to avenge himself. Learning this, Dean was “pow’ful” glad he had saved “Oakley of Riverton.” William H. Morrow, '23. NEVER AGAIN 441JRUCE, AS TO-MORROW will be New Year’s Day I IJ hope you intend to make at least one good resolution and keep it throughout the ensuing year. I suggest that you resolve not to play any more jokes such as those which you seem to enjoy. You know I do not object to a certain amount of harmless fun, but your pranks are likely to involve you in something unpleasant and then you will bitterly regret going to the extreme. Never do anything that might possibly hurt someone in body or feelings.” “Well, mother, I suppose I have been inconsiderate. But it’s going to be hard for me to keep that resolution.” The two persons who held this conversation were Mrs. Ennis and her son, Bruce. Bruce was said to be the most mischievous boy in the community but he had many virtues. Bruce went from the room where he and his mother had been talking. He stopped in the hall to ruminate. His thoughts ran something like this: “I must become more serious-minded. I’ll take mother’s advice but if I do what will become of my plan? It would be a shame to waste it. Wouldn’t it be capital fun to scare that brave brother of mine? Oh! I know! I can do it to-night for I won’t make the resolution until to-morrow and so I won’t be breaking it. I don’t see any rea on why I shouldn’t have a little fun and this will be the last time. I won’t do anything mean and Morris won’t be harmed in any way. I certainly would like to see him run for once in his life. It’s cold and he’ll need the exercise to keep him warm.” Having decided to carry out this plan, he proceeded to do so. This would be an easy matter as tylorris held a night position in the town, two miles distant. He usually walked to his work, traveling nearly the whole distance through a