Newport High School - Blunita Yearbook (Newport, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 28 of the 1922 volume:

Slip Hup auii Mlritp N E W P () R T HIGH S C H O O L FEBRUARY N U M II li R 1922 EXECUTIVE STAFF Editor- in-Chief.......HOLLAND A DA MS School Notes and Exchanges,. .W l. MORROW Athletics...............WILLIAM KNISELY Alumni....:...............FRANK MILLIGAN laughing Gas.................JDRUE KEIM business. CATHARINE MATLACK, Manager; CLAIRE SHTLh. R. WHITKKETTLE, R. SMITH. l iterary,. .MILDRED SHULTZ. LEAH SMITH CONTENTS. EDITORIAL. Washington and Lincoln. The Peace Conference. The Harassed Editor. LITERARY. An Adventure in the Far North. Fleet Deer. “0. “U.” Dickery, Dickery, Dock. All Through a Ferris Wheel. Just a War Poem. The Old Curiosity Shop. Little Eppie and Aaron. A Tedious Wait. y SPECIAL DEPARTMENT. Forsan et Haec Olim Meminisse Juvabit. EXCHANGES. SCHOOL NOTES. ATHLETICS. LAUGHING GAS. Slip IhtP aitii ffiliilr ) VoL 3, No. 3 NEWPORT HIGH SCHOOL February, 1922 WASHINGTON AND LINCOLN. HELLO, DICK! Say, I am glad Miss Dohvin is giving us the choice of writing that essay about either Washington or Lincoln. Washington has always been my hero. Why, it quickens my pulse just to think about him and every loyal, red-blooded American experiences tine same thrill and exalts the name of the man who causes them. Yes, and a patriotic -citizen of any country must honor and revere a man of Washington’s type, no matter what his nationality. Washington was beyond description and 1 feel my efforts to express my thoughts are miserable failures when 1 think of the eloquent praises rendered him by countless others. We cannot give too much praise to the one who was most instrumental in winning American Independence. And then alter we. were established as a nation he showed his ability to head that nation. I can't think of any good trait of character that George 4 XTbe J6lue anC' ill bite. Washington lacked. We have proofs of his bravery too numerous to mention. He was firm, yet kind. Always calm in confusion, and dignified on all occasions, he gained the respect of all who came in contact with him, even his enemies. We admire the father of our country for his indomitable spirit and constancy of purpose. This God-fearing patriot was just and truthful. We would do well to use George Washington as a model in molding our characters. Now, Jim, 1 shall try to tell you why Abraham Lincoln ranks among the highest ideals of noble and heroic manhood in my estimation but first 1 want you to understand that 1 love the memory of Washington and take the greatest pride in the fact that he was an American. Abraham Lincoln was also courageous. He stood at the helm of the Ship of State when it was being buffeted about in the raging Sea of Civil Strife and was able to bring it to the Port of National Concord without its having been cleft by the angry waters. According to my way of thinking his patience and benevolence are unsurpassed. His trust in God, his forgiving spirit, broadmindedness, and honesty won for him the love of his countrymen. And so I say that if anyone should be successful in following the example set by Abraham Lincoln, “his will be the earth and everything that's in it and which is more, he’ll be a man.” Both boys spoke the truth. Washington and Lincoln were both wonderful men and one cannot help thinking that each was the right man in the right place at the right, time. LEAH SMITH, ’23. THE PEACE CONFERENCE. Tff HAT GOOD did the conference at Washington do? What was the ▼ � advantage of spending those thousands of dollars? Why did the United States bother to stir up this meeting? are the questions asked only by the unintelligent of our country. This conference has been of inestimable value to our country as well as to all other powers of this world. It would take volumes to answer fully the first question. This conference has threshed out grievances that; otherwise would have been settled by war; it has oiled places of friction and has created such fraternal feeling as was never before known. The Four Power Peace Pact has made conditions such that anything other than universal peace is impossible. This alone would have justified such a meeting. It has uprooted the sharp thorns of war and planted the sweet flowers of “Peace.” Advantages, likewise, were gained from a financial standpoint. Tis true that our country spent $200,000 to be host of this conference but this figure becomes a mere pittance when we consider that our naval disarmament will decrease our own appropriations to the extent oi $500,000,000 each year. Computers have announced that it will mean a decrease of at least three dollars to each taxpayer a year. This is but one small Item. Should we bear in mind possible wars which were averted at this association of nations, commercial rights, cable rights. Cbc Blue anb tUbitc 5 etc., received by it, questions as to its financial benefits would be absurd. As to the last of the questions, one must only use a Tittle thought. We sained influence and brotherhood with other nations that made such a conference worth while. From the data given here, in magazines and newspapers, we should be thoroughly convinced that this meeting of the sages of the powers was an accomplishment; so let us all pull for such a meeting every year that matters of public interest may be peaceably settled. ROLLAND ADAMS, '22. THfi HARASSED EDITOR. i iLTTING OUT a high-class school journal, said the editor, is no picnic. If I print jokes, folks say I am silly—if I don’t they say I am too serious. If I publish original matter, they say I lack variety—if I publish things from other papers, they say I am too lazy to write. If I don't go to church, they say I am a heathen—if I go, I am a hypocrite. If I stay in the office, I ought to be out rustling for news—If I rustle for news, I am not attending to business at the office. If I wear old clothes, I am sloven—if I wear new clothes, they are not paid for. What in thun-deration is a poor editor to do anyhow? Like as not, someone will say I swiped this from an exchange. So I did.”—Exchange. i i T ELL, DON. to-morrow we start on our jaunt back to civilization � � and a warmer climate.” remarked Lynn Caswel. “Yes, replied Don Muray, “Since we arrived in Alaska, soon after our graduation from Portland University last June, we have had all the adventure for which 6 Ube 36lue anfc Mbitc we hoped. And I have a presentiment that there are more thrills in store for us.” Kewa, our faithful Eskimo friend, will take us to Nome in his dog-sled. His aid has been almost indispensable and we are greatly indebted to him for the services he has rendered us but he seems to think that the debt is all his because we saved him from that infuriated moose. He gave me that magnificent polar bear skin. My sister, Carol, will be in a transport of joy when she sees it. She asked me to bring her one but although I have many skins to take home as trophies of my hunts I was not successful in obtaining that of a polar bear. Then, too, he almost forced us to accept the gold nuggets which he had taken from his land before he sold it to the Fairbanks Mining Company. He says he has no use for gold. Kewa, said Lynn, is happy in his simple life and the glittering yellow metal has no fascination for him. I have enjoyed my stay in Alaska and would be tempted to stay but for home ties. 1 have gained in experience and in knowledge of this frigid North. With you I worked in a mine and thus we learned the rudiments of gold mining. To be sure, that wasn’t such a pleasant episode we had with those three miners. They are bad men. Well, we can talk over our experiences when we get back to the States. It is time to turn in for the night.” When Lynn said that the miners were bad men with whom he and Don had had some trouble he did them no injustice. They held a grudge‘against Don and Lynn and when they learned of the intended departure of the two Americans they planned to pursue and rob them for they had learned of Kewa’s gift to his friends and believed it to be of gteater value than it really was. Four other equally unscrupulous miners were acquainted with the plan and they eagerly offered their assistance. Don and Lynn with their guide left the small mining town near the city of Fairbanks, the center of a rich mining district, and did not know that their sled was being followed until they had covered about sixl miles of the six hundred they had to travel. Then Kewa, looking back, saw three sleds which were rapidly drawing near. At first he paid no attention to such an ordinary sight. Then a rille shot was heard and looking back the trio discovend that the sleds were near at hand. They all knew the significance of the firing and immediately surmised what were the intentions of the men in the fast approaching sleds. They could discern that they were outnumbered and in dismay remembered their lack of ammunition. There must be quick thinking, quick action. Meanwhile Kewa urged on the dogs. The Eskimos are able to control a dog team while few' people of other races can and Kewa was, among Eskimos, a skilful driver. For a short time the distance between the pursued and the pursuers lengthened but this state of affairs could not last because the miners had reindeer-drawn sleds ami reindeer can outrun Eskimo dogs. However, during this time Lynn was able Zbc «luc ant XU bite. to unfold his plan to Don and Kewa. He proposed to put on the bear skin which the Eskimo had given Don. He would conceal on his person ail the gold money, and other valuables, in their possession. While their sled was descending a long slope, he left his friends. Lynn was not perceived by the ether party because they were ascending the one side of the hill while Don and his pals were descending the other Lynn ambled about and soon saw' Don and Kewa overtaken. They were forced to halt. Although Lynn could not hear what was being said he saw that the would-be robbers were searching Don, Kewa, and the baggage. Not finding their hoped-for loot, the men looked about them. They seemed to be searching for a place where the treasure might have been hidden. Nothing attracted their gaze except a polar bear. A cold chill passed o er Lynn as he thought that they might shoot him. Hut they were piobably too disappointed and angry to think of it. They drove oft in the direction from which they had come and were soon out of signt. As i-oen as it was deemed safe Lynrf joined his companions and they continued their journey to Nome. LEAH SMITH, ’23. FLEET DEER. rp'IIE SETTING SUN cast a golden glow over an Indian village which was in a great stir because her young men had just returned from a battle with the English. Their task or driving the English and French from Indian territory seemed impossible; but they had just accomplished a very great deed, something that would cause the great chiet of the English to weep and mourn. Had they not killed his son? Did not the chief’s own son wear his scalp on his belt? They had also captured the great chief’s only daughter. Dearly would she pay for the great braves who had fallen under the lire of the English. The maiden had bten placed in a lint which stood in the middle of the village. As she sat mourning over her brother’s fate and wondering shaf could have happened to her father, the curtain ovei the door slowly parted and a handsome young brave filled the entrance. He was the typical Indian except that the lines of nis face w'ere softer and smoother than the ordinary Indian’s. His eyes though fearless gave the girl a look of admiration and wonder. Indeed, she was deserving of such glances for as she stood before him. a young, lithesome, and muscular girl, she gave him a fearless and haughty glance. She was dressed in a heavy waist and buckskin shirt. The brave wore buckskin trousers and heavy moccasins. On his arms and around his neck were ornaments. On his breast was painted an eagle. The leathers in his hair designated his higli rank. As lie stood before her with his arms folded, Mary McDonald admired the handsome picture. He spoke in a low, soft, musical voice. “Wings or Night show no tear because Fleet. Deer will give her aid. Walt! Fleet Deer will come again.” Silently and quietly he slipped away. Meanwhile as Mary sat won- 8 Cbe Blue anfc White. tiering what he could mean, in the council chamber of the Indians a meeting of great importance was being held. Fleet Deer wras demanding Mary. The Indians were unwilling to give her up. but could not resist this young brave on account of his rank and winning ways. He told them that they had caused the Great Chief enough sorrow, that they had caused his gray head to bow- low, lower than he had ever caused any of their fathers. As he talked in the musical voice of his tribe he slowly won the young braves. But the hardest task still lay before him. He had not yet consulted the old chiefs. He told them that the great white chief would forever show gratitude and never more wage war on this tribe of Indians. He recounted the deeds of braves and of whites. He upheld the braves so that the chiefs could see that they were far superior to the whites. After this long speech there was a pause; liven the old ruler got up and said, “Fleet Deer may take Wings of Night and set her on her way to the Fort. In return he must at once take an Indian into his wigwam. Av! This was a blow and well did they know it. Had not the young chief said that he would never take an Indian maiden into his wigwam? Did not the young brave’s heart lie in the w'hite girl’s hand? Had he not watched every move when she wras in the fort? Was he not always on the alert that no harm should befall her? Yes, all these and many more were his attentions. Now, to save her live, he must forever be taken away from her sight by taking an Indian maiden into his wigwam. “Fleet. Deer will do as Big Reed requires. He will take Red Wing into his wigwam. In exchange Wings of Night must have a horse and provisions for her journey.” Mary was brought forth. Rig Reed stood before her and said, “Wings of Night is free co go to the home of her fathers. What Fleet Deer asks he receives. Farewell.” Her horse was brought forth and just as she was mounted she saw Fleet Deer. She put iorth her hand and gave him the clasp of thank fulness. She then slowly rode down the trail. As she looked back she saw' Fleet Deer standing on a rock, his arms folded, his head back, look straight before him. His form stood out in outlines against the evening sky. CLAIRE SHULL, ’22. ‘‘0,” “U.” A LETTER CAME one morning to Mrs. Hamilton, the married daughter of Mr. Crawford, the principal of Lynn High School. It was from her mother so she read it aloud to the children. She read thus: “Dear Mary: “I must write and tell you what happened to your poor dad. This afternoon Henry Stine, our neighbor’s boy, came over to play and shot him in his bedroom and ran home.” (Here she suddenly stopped with an awful groan. She read cn.) “We knew nothing of it until supper time. When he didn't appear we began to investigate and found him there.” She could read no further. Zhc Blue an til bite. 9 ----------a----------------------------------------------------|—;----------: Slit decided 10 go lo her home immediately. She 'phoned the sad news to her husband who was at work. By the time he had reached home Mrs. Hamilton had secured a neighbor to stay with the children. They hoarded the 10.40 train. The trip homeward was one of dire suspense, although it was merely an hour’s ride. Upon arriving they marly ran to the house. The wife rushed in tiie side door, threw her arms around her mother’s neck and cried. Mother! Mother! Tell me all about it!’’ Why, Mary, wh it does this mean? What am I to tell you?” About daddy's being shot. What was the trouble? When's the funeral? Tell me all about it!” “My dear child, your father isn’t shot. Where did you hear such a thing? He’s at school.” But, mother, here’s the letter!” The mother took the letter and smilingly read: “Dear Mary, I must write and tell you what happened to your poor dad. Henry Stine, out-neighbor’s boy, came over to play anil shut him in his bedroom, and ran home. We knew nothing of it until supper time. When he didn’t come, we began to investigate and found him there. When we learned what had happened we nearly died laughing. Well, must close for this time. Love, Mother.” HOLLAND L. A’DAMS. '22. DICKERY, DICKERY, DOCK. AltOIE DOONE was a senior at Chester High. Naturally she was proud of the fact. She had come from Ireland when quite small and received her education in the United States. Her Irish brogue and sense ol humor had made her popular in school. Chosen class orator, she had maintained the honor throughout her high school course. But one fact marred her happiness at present. It would fall to her lot to deliver the valedictory address at commencement. That meant new clothes. Now the Boones were not rich. In fact, the only thing they possessed was a noble ancestry and some antiquated furniture which they had brought from Ireland as a memento of those dead nobles. Margie's mother sympathized with Iter daughter’s ambitions as she, herself, had been a belle in her day. Margie's father could have furnished the desired commencement frock had he approved of it, but with a shrug of his shoulders said. “You have a whole litter of dresses; wear one of those. The girl argued and explained, but to- no avail. Biting her lip in vexation she leit the room and ascended the stairs, dolefully to her room. At the top of the stairs stood a grandfather's clock, an ancient affair. Margie had never, in all her life, remembered its keeping correct lime. The sight of the clock angered Margie. Every nook in the house was filled with such useless junk. She gave the pendulum a shove as she passed it. But, evidently, the movement was more than a shove, for it knocked the pendulum from its place, and it crashed to the floor. 10 Cbe Blue an lUbitc T Margie surveyed the splinteied pendulum contemptuously. A glittering light shone from the spot which was shattered most. She stooped to examine its source. There, inlaid in the wooden pendulum, lay a diamond. Pulling it from its post ion in the wood, she rolled it critically in her hand. Her thoughts straying back to the source of her find, she picked up the pendulum and pounded it unmercifully on the floor. It broke in'o a thousand pieces, but no more gems appeared. It was then that she allowed her thoughts to be given utterance. Whoop after whoop resounded through the house. The Doones came quickly to inquire what was wrong. Margie displayed her find gleefully, and explained. Mr. )oone dismantled the clock and several other pieces of old frrniture in an effort to duplicate Margie’s luck, but to no purpose. They came o the conclusion that the jewel had been niddcii there in days gone by. for some reason unknown. No matter where it came from; it not only bought Margie's commencement frock but sen. her to college that fall with a whole new wardrobe. JOHN S. A HAMS, ’2 . ALL THROUGH A FERRIS WHEEL. I T WAS in the year 1897 that a famous gambling den on the East Side cl New York was raided. Among the prisoners was a small boy about six years old. When a.-ked his name, he replied, ‘'Bumps. His parents were unknown, and all that could be learned of his former history was that he had been found wandering along the wharves when but a small child and had been, brought up by an old hag in the gambling den This I learned from newspapei files, a few months ago, when the big accident on the Steeplechase Ferris wheel occurred. Judge Brown, wiho was an adopted son of a great lawyer of New' York and the “Bumps of the gambling den with a few other lawyers of New York City was so Dusy that when the Fourth of July drew near, there was no time to plan an extensive vacation. Some one suggested that, they spend the day at Coney Island. Although these men lived only a few miles from the island, none of them had visited that famous resort for many years. The men thought it would be a lark so took the first boat to Coney, intending to spend the day. They spent the morning in bathing and swimming and in the afternoon took in the sights. Judge Brown became separated from his friends so was left to amuse himself. He thought it would be fun to ride on the ferris wheel, so set out for the giant machine. The crowd was awful. Pushing! jabbing! ramming! bumping! shoving! the mob swayed to and fro. The noise was worse. Children crying! People laughing! Whistles blowing! All was bustle and confusion! On account of the crowd all safety laws were foregotten and the cars were full to overflowing. The judge was huddled in a car with at least fifteen ether people. Che Blue anh lUbitc. I) The car soon arose to make that great circle. Lit by bit the ocean came into view. Soon the Statue or Liberty burst into view and at last the New York Skyline could be seen far in the distance. As the car w nt higher and higher the “O’s” and “Ah’s” of different people could be heard. Soon the car would reach the top, many, many, hundred feet from the earth, whe.e it would stop and give the people time to absorb the beauty and grandeur of the scene. It reached the top, and the engine gave a sudden throb and stopped, when snap. The car gave a jerk and slanted toward earth. Men cried aloud, and women tainted. The beam holding the car, strained by too much weight, had broken, and there the car hung, far Iront earth, held only by a little rod. The slightest jar would send the car hurtling toward the ground and wculd mean the death of all the passengers in it. From belov, the sounds of tin ambulances could be heard, already at the scene of the disaster, waiting to carry the injured to hospitals! Sirens shriked and whistles blew'. A space was roped off so that if the car fell, no one would be under it. A fire company responded to an alarm sent in and ladders were raised but they scarcely reached a fourth of the distance to the top. A murmur arose from the crowd! A man had crawled from the car and was slowly working his way down the great steel frame. He looked like a liy crawling over a wall. The murmur grew louder and it was seen he was carrying a child! A platform had been left on (he frame work of the wheel by workmen when it was erected and there the man placed the child. A sigh of relief arose when it was seen he had reached it in safety, but a cry of horror went up when the man started to climb up the wheel. He reached the car and carried a woman down the framewoik. Again and again be made this trip. At times people shut their eyes, feeling sure he must be dashed to earth. Other men in the car. at length, came out to make the perilous trip, shamed, no doubt, by the oilier man’s actions, when—crash!! The car tell to ‘-arth. Two men still in the car weie instantly killed. By this time other fire companies reached the scene and a ladder long enough to reach the platform where the rescued people lay. was raised, one by one the passengers were brought down and rushed to hospitals. When the man who had rescued all the occupants of the car was brought down to earth, it proved to be Judge Brown. His arms and hands were cut and lie had fainted from exhaustion. A mighty cheer burst forth when he was placed in the ambulance and hurried away. A few days later, a oung woman went to see Judge Brown in the hospital. Her name was Mrs. Grimes, and her child. Marguerite, was the first person Mr. Brown had carried to safety. Upon her entrance into the private room, the nurse cried out in amazement. The resemblance between the judge and Mrs. Grimes was remarkable. After inquiries were made, it was learned that Mrs. Grimes had had a twin brother wrho had been lost when about fhe and no trace of him 12 cbe Blue anfr lUbitc. had ever been found. Further proof stated that the judge and Mrs. Grimes were twin brother and sister. Thus Judge Brown's greatest trouble, who his parents were, was ended through a ferris wheel. WM. MORROW, '2‘L JUST A WAR POEM. 44 1% J HAT A wonderful poem that is,” said my friend, as she handed ▼ ▼ me the newspaper which she had been reading. 1 read the poem and after I had finished 1 said, 1 happen to know the origin ol that poem. Would you like to hear it?” She nodded assent, so I began the following story: During the war, in 1915, a young American officer was taken to a hospital in the town of Havre, France. He had been badly wounded and needed the best of attention. During his convalescence he won the friendship of many soldiers in the hospital because of his cheerfulness and his charming personality. This soldier whose name was Sergeant Bradley had given the best of service on the field of battle. He wras also known for his poetic ability which was remarkable. While he remained in the hospital the days seemed to pass very slowly and at times the soldiers were very lonely. In order to afford some amusement for his comrades Sergeant Bradley would recite them the poems which he had written from time to time. These poems proved to be very interesting and each day the soldiers would ask for something new in the form of a poem or story. One afternoon Sergeant Bradley was sitting near an open window looking out over this small town. There before him he saw' some of the buildings which had been destroyed by exploding shells. As he thought of the horrors of war he began to put his thoughts dow n on paper. The sun was sinking over the hills as he finished waiting. He rose and walked to another part of the room where he talked to one of his comrades. He read the poem to this soldier and then carelessly laid it among the loose leaves of a book which he had been reading, thinking that he would lead the poem to his comrades at some future time—perhaps on the ’morrow. Little did he realize what an excellent piece of work that poem was! That evening when all was peaceful and quiet in the little town of Havre, all were awakened by the roaring of guns and the exploding of shells everywhere. Before anyone could realize the danger the hospital was in ruins. What a terrible sight it was to see the soldiers dying. Such was the experience of Sergeant Bradley, but he was one of the fortunate ones who did not receive further injuries. Time went on and he was sent from place to place and at last—to the land of America, his beloved country! In the meantime in the French village of Havre among the hospital ruins, a paper was found which was partly torn and which seemed of no consequence at the time. Later, however, some one discovered its real worth and before long a very popular war poem was being published in the various French papers. In the same miracu Ube Blue anb TKflbite 13 ious way in which it was found it drifted to America and wras published in our newspapers. It was published in honor of our soldiers and our French comrades and allies who fought in that great war. So, my friend, that is the origin of the poem which you have just read—but the author's name is unknown to the World itelf. I was the comrade to whom he read the poem that afternoon in the hospital. LOIS E. ZINN, ’22. THE OLD CURIOSITY SHOP. npO ANYONE, who has read “The Old Curiosity Shop,” it is quite in-A teresting to see the place. It was a warm summer day w'hen 1 visited the various literary buildings in London. As I went up Fleet Street in my approach to the Old Curiosity Shop, I admired again and again the magnificent flowers and trees of England. Everything is perfect. There is not a dead leaf or wilted flower to be seen. Every house has its little yard, filled with flowers and surrounded by a stone wall. As 1 walked up the very narrow pavement at .the side of the Old Curiosity Shop I could almost reach the top of the first floor of this small house. I stepped into or rather down into the first floor, for the house seems to be sunken just a little below the w'alk. I was met at the door by a little old lady, who is employed by the government to look after the place. The first room is that in which Dicken’s wrote The Old Curiosity Shop.” It is so small that when three or four people are in the room it is crowded. Dickens’ desk, wrhich is hewn out of a large log, stands at one side of the room. The fire place is still there as are also the tongs. I pictured little Nell sitting at her grandfather’s feet near the fireside. How very clear Dickens had made that picture! The characters of other novelists amuse and instruct, Uut finally fade away like chance acquaintances. To anyone who loves the characters of Dickens they are real. They seem to be sealed to us as life-loqg friends. The walls of the room were squalid with age and there were names scratched here and there by visitors. The smallness of the room impressed me. It seems almost like a child’s doll house. There were pictures of all Dickens’ characters sold in the Curiosity Shop. I bought several, among which was one of Little Nell. When it came time for me to go I was loathe to leave the place. I cannot express in words what seemed to hold me there. It is so very quaint. Of all the historical places I have visited this seems to have stood the longest in my memory. GRACE SOUDKR, ’22. Willie—“Mother, my Sunday school teacher never takes a bath.” Mother— Why, Willie, who told you that?” Willie—“She did. She said she never did anything in private that she wouldn’t do in public.”— Ex. 14 Zbc Blue anD tiUbitc LITTLE EPPIE AND AARON. 4 4 J OY'S COMING, dad-dad, ’ exclaimed Eppie one bright morning. •D nut “dad-dad was busy at his loom and did not hear h m A moment later, she was at his side, and again she called him. This time he heard and was about to answer her, but was prevented by the appearance of little Aaron in the open door-way. 11 is mother was not long in following. While Silas and Mrs. Whinthorp were engaged in busy conversation, Eppie and Aaron were also busily engaged.—but in quite a different way. They had tried for some time, but in vain, to secure two of the delicious brown cookies from the table. But they had soon given up this tiresome sport, and wandered toward the door. “Don’t go away, children, Mrs. Whinthorp had warned them. But this intended warning did not have the desired fleet. Rather than a warning, it appeared as a suggestion to these active playmates. Led by the desire of cookies, and by Mrs. Whinthorp's suggestion of going away, they decided to go where cookies were more plentiful. Aaron knew quite well that the hot cookies had been left on the kitchen table at home to cool, and Eppie was eager to follow him there. They both knew the road well, and the distance being short, they i oon covered it. Once inside the kitchen door, they were safe. But the cookies were not By means of a bench, the farthest cookie was reached, and removed from the table by tiny, excited hands. When the table was almost empty, and two little mouths, four little hands, many pockets and Eppie's apron were filled with the delicious goodies, Eppie and Aaron started toward the door. But there was no need to open it. For much to their surprise, Mrs. Whinthorp entered the room. “God bless you. children,'' she cried, You’re safe.” JEANETTE P. GOODLING, ’24. A TEDIOUS WAIT. Wf AITING for a train at a country station is a tedious experience. I � ▼ remember quite well the last experience of this sort 1 had. Th day was late in October and the wind was whistling around the tew' boards which formed what w'as called a station. At least one solid houi of this cold and waiting! 1 set myself to find something interesting to do. As the floor of the station extended to the rails and the roof covered half of the fioor.I amused rnvsalf for a while by jumping from direelty under the end of the roof to the tracks in one beautiful broad jump. Tiring of this, I hoped to pass .some time by walking the rails and jumping,the ties. Time seemed to pass so slowly that I finally decided to sit down and try to be patient. Taking my suitcase I prooceeded to make myself as warm and comiortable as I could, by placing the suit- £be JBluc an Mbite 15 rase in front of me and crouching between it and the rudely constructed walls of the ‘station. I must have fallen into a doze, for the next thing I was conscious of was the shrill whistle of the train pulling away from the station. With a great leap I hurled myself and suit-ea.-e onto the steps of the last car and found myself—although somewhat dazed safe. DRUE KE1M, '23. Special iDepartment FORSAN ET HAEO OLIM MEMINISSE JUVABIT.” (Free Translation—A Neglected Reference.) 4Y1 aT REFERENCE did you look up for history?” asked Ruth ▼ v as I entered the classroom. We don’t have that for to-day, Ruth.” “Yes, w’e do. The lesson which Miss Wade assigned yesterday was for Monday.” “Oh! what w’lll I do. I don't know one reference to give and I knowr Miss Wade will cali on me nrst. She always does.” Tell about the Massacre of 1778. Miss Wade said that w'ould be an interesting topic and 1 am sure no one took it. Just at this moment the teacher entered the room. I was hoping she would forget that this was reference day but Miss Wade is not one of the forgetful kind. Looking haid at the class she said, “I believe we shall start with the front row. Ruth, let us hear your reference.” The fates were aganst me. I began to tremble. I would be next and what in the world would I tell. Oh, the Massacre of 1778. What massacre was that? 1778? That was the Roston Massacre. Oh, I remember that. It wdll be easy to relate and Miss Wade will never know that I have not prepared my lesson. There, Ruth has finished and I didn’t hear one word she said. Mary, let us hear your reference.” As I arose, courage returned and I walked to the center of the room with a firm step. ■ The Massacre of 1778.—Boston being considered ihe hotbed of the rebellion. General Gage was sent there with two regiments of troops. The people refused them shelter. Cannon were planted, sentries posted, and citizens insulted. Frequent quarrels took place among the people.” As I teached this point I noticed some in the room were smiling. What bad I said to make them smile. Nothing that 1 knew of. One day a crowd of men and boys insulted the city guard. A fight followed, in which several citizens were killed and some wounded. Bells were rung, the country people rushed in to help the people in the city and quiet was restored with difficulty.” I walked to my seat wondering what the fun was about. Miss Wade aros-e and said, “Mary, the Massacre of 1778 was not the Roston Massacre; it was the Wyoming Massacre.” HELEN LUPFER, ’22. 16 £l)c 35luc an6 Mbitc. stand. his place of business, he (ripped over his “boss’s” feet and cracked the glass. This did not put a damper on his joy, however. What was the cause of all Edward Hale’s joy? None other than that his favorite movie actress, Beda Thara, was to play in “The Demon’s Delight” in the Rialto that night.. His boss said that lie could get off early and unless somthing very serious happened to Edward Hale, the next hour would find him in his favorite seat breathlessly awaiting the time when Ileda’s picture would be flashed on the screen. This w'as one time when Edward Hale didn’t take Margie Stoke to the movies. It would be embarrassing to have Margie see him sigh when Beda kissed the hero. Edward Hale felt sure that Beda’s eyes were blue. He couldn’t tell but he just knew they would be. His room was full of pictures of Beda taken in all kinds of poses, from a- bathing beauty to an Eskimo from the South Pole. Well, just a few minutes before Edward Hale started for the Rialto a box of school papers was thrust in the door. He began to open the box and every minute or two would stop and look at the clock, hoping that the time would pass more quickly. When the box was opened. Edward saw a paper lying on top that had a mighty clever cover and it was so attractive that Enward laid asidf his tools and took it up and began to read it. One by one he picked them up and read them from cover to cover Zbe Blue an tUbitc 17 llt was a little disappointed in the number of jokes in “The Jack O'Lan tern,” Houtzdale, and the lew- cuts in The Gloucester Beacon.” The “Gazette” Ia ck Haven, the one with the clever cover, had an original department culled The Hogues' Gallery.” The editorials in “The Walt I loo,” Pittsburgh, were good as was the one in “The Torch,” Hoyles town, called “Gone, But Not Forgotten.” “The “Birdseye,” Birdsboro, a new one, was a dandy, so Edward thought. Then “The High School Journal,” Wilkes-Barre, “The Maroon and White,” Gettysburg, “The Clipper,” I)uBoi8, and the Christmas number of the “Magnet,” Butler, all old ones were up to their regular standard. Another one with great cuts was the “Hi Echo,” Donora. The clock struck and Edward Hale :aid, “Well, it’s seven o’clock Time to go to see Beda.” (Sigh.) He counted the strokes and—six. seven, eight! Eight o’clock!?! Why—why! He’d miss Beda. He jam tiled on his hat and ran a mile a minute to the Rialto and—thank good ness! the comedy was first and Edward Hale got there in time to heat the electric piano play, There’s Only One Girl in the World for Me,’ and to see Beda appear on the screen. Be the Best of Whatever You Are. If you can’t be a pine on the top of the hill Be a scrub in the valley—but be The best little scrub by the side of the rill; Be a bush if you can’t be a tree. If you can't be a bush be a bit of the grass. Some highway some happier make. If you can’t be a muskie then just be a bass— But the liveliest bass in the lake! We can't all be captain, we’ve go to be crew. There’s something for all of us here. There’s big work to do and there's lesser to do. And the task we must do is the near. If you can’t be a highway then just he a trail; If you can’t be the sun be a star; It isn’t by size that you win or you fail— Be the best of whatever you are! —American Lumberman. An evangelist, traveling in the west often painted Scriptural questions on rocks facing roads. He once painted the question: What will you do when you die?’’ Afterwards an oil agent painted under it: Use Delta Oil for burns.” “They say Washington was the bravest in the world. He was never licked.” Oh yes, he was! He was licked on a postage stamp.” “Well they had to do it behind his back. —Ex. 18 Zbc .usiue anb Mbitc. SCHOOL NOTES. N ELECTION of members for a Student Committee to govern High School affairs, as awarding of “Vs, etc., was held January 10th. The committee is composed of tw'o members from the Senior class and one from the Junioi, Sophomore and Freshman classes. The following were elected: Holland Adams, Catherine Matlack, '22; Walter Kopner, '23; Anna Loy, '24; and Gerald McNaughton, '25. At its first meeting the following officers were elected: Holland Adams, president; Waltei Kepner. secretary; Gerald McNaughton, treasurer. Another election was held for a representatve from the High Schoo1 for the Chamber of Congress. The N. H. S. is a charter member ot ttiis organization. Holland Adams was elected to till the bill. The High School has lots of practice when it comes to voting. Mr. Barnitz, former principal of the N H. S., visited the schools on January 2d. He gave a short talk in high school and in return the students sang his two favorite songs. Mr. Barnitz is now in the coal business at Boiling Springs. No more does Mr. Barnitz create the solai system in room B, but now has n system for those that don’t pay their bills. Friday before Christmas the Freshman class presented Dickens' “Christmas Carol in five scenes. Tins was the first attempt the Freshmen ever made in giving a play and it was a great success. All played their parts well from Scrooge down to the mud duck. Gerald McNaughton played the part of “Scrooge” and George McNaughton the part of “Bob Cratchell.” Selections by a girls’ trio, orchestra, girls’ chorus and boys’ octette were also on the Christmas program. y. Alumni who attended the Xmas exercises were Edwin McKee, Loy Whitekettle, Mary Horting, Hazel Tucker, Orpha Liggett, and Weibley Dean, all of '21; Oscar Mitchell and Harold Manning, of '20. Last month the annual physical examination took place. This year a newr side feature was added. Everyone had to produce a vaccination mark. If you had one—all right. If you didn't, all wrong. This accounts for some twenty pupils going around holding their left arm as though it were china and with a look on their faces that said. “Touch me at your own risk! The Sophomore class had a declamation contest the early part of January. No one knows how it was because no visitors were allowed; the Sophomore class is so bashful. The best declamations were given before the High school. The following were the (un)luckv ones: Car oline Matlack, “Paul Revere’s Hide;” Anna Loy, “America for M«;” Josephine Hoke, “Out to Old Aunt Mary's;” Charles Albright, “Antony's Funeral Oration;” and Heginald Smith. “Brutus at the Death of Croetia. ’ Zbc Blue ant) “Cmbite 19 January seemed to be the month for visits from former principals. Dr. RalYensperger, of Chicago, who used to teach when our present principal was a Freshman, gave a short address to the High school. Mr. Kaffem berger is connected with the IJ. S. Department of Zoology. It isn’t any wonder that germs are not able to live for a long time when they have such names as those by wrhich Dr. Raffensperger called them Last week the afternoon classes were cut short in order to make time for practices fbr the “Tom Thumb Wedding’’ and the Junior class play. The Juniors gave Act II of “Julius Caesar” Saturday afternoon at Local Institute. It was very good although some slams wrere given about the costumes. The Romans ought to be glad if they looked half as well as the Junior class did. Speaking of plays, the Cicero class is dramatizing the “Third Oration.” Tite play will be given in Latin with the aid of another class. It is supposed that they're giving it in Latin so mistakes won’t be noticed. Wednesday night, January 25th, will be High School night at the Evangelistic services. The High school will attend in a body. Rev. Mr. Sjgingler, of the Lutheran church will deliver the sermon. The holiday season is over and now we can look forward to the midwinter exams. They are coming soon because the teachers are beginning to review. ECORD BROKEN! l ewislown did it. Made ’em figflit for it. The -—• N. H. S. lost their first game of the season to the Lewistown High school boys on December 9. Our boys played a very good game but the L. H. S. boys proved themselves a little better. The score at the end of lhe first half was 11 to 3. in favor of Lewistown, and it looked bad for the N. H. S. boys, but they rallied in the last halt and gained fast on the Lewistown boys but a little late, so when the final whistle blew, Che JBlue anh White. 20 the score stood 19 to 14, in I.ewistown’s favor. The boys took this defeat nobly, for they knew they could not win them all. The lienup was: N. H. S.—14. Lewistown—19. Knisely F Kepner F. ... Way Adams C Sauserman G. . .. Stedfole G. ... Summary—Field Goals: Knisely 1, Kepner 2, Hallen-4, Way 1, Melay 1; foul tries—Adams 4 out of 11, Knisely 4 out of 6, Garrett 7 out of 13, Ueferee- -Caldwell; scorers Wilson and Crager; timekeeper—Bell. Remarks: Lewistown pul their scrubs in for about two minutes but they were glad to put the varsity five back again. The N. H. S. boys redeemed themselves by beating the Carson l ong Institute on Dec. 15. The C. L. 1. beat us last year but we got revenge by beating them to a score of 22 to 10. It was a very good giame with the exception of a little roughness which will have to be overlooked. N. H. S.—22 C. L. 1.—10 Knisely F Kepner F. Adams C Sauserman G Stedfole G Summary—Field Goals: Knisely 2. Kepner 1. Adams 2. Sauserman 1, Stedfole 4. Anderson 1, Vordermark 1, Stine 3; foul tries—Kepner 0 out of 3, Adams 2 out of 5, Anderson 0 out of 1, Vordermark 0 out of 4. Referee—Hoke; scorers—Wilson and Gibbons; timekeepers—Price and Noll. Remarks: “Steady may look little but—didn’t a little C. L. I. boy have an awful time throwing him around. One man can’t play a game of basketball by himself. We played a return game at Lewistown on December 22. and by the score it was not much of a game but all spectators seemed pleased with the game although it was such a one-sided score. The I„. H. S. boys beat us to the tune of 72 to 13 but that has nothing to do with the way our boys played. There were many lightning passes on the N. H. S. boys’ side but when it came to making baskets the baskets failed to surround the ball. This is the second defeat of the N. H. S. boys this year. The lineup: N. H. S.—13 L. H. S.—72 Knisely F Kepner F. Adams C Sauserman G Stedfole G Substitutions—Mangle for N. H. S. Lemay, Aurand and Hartsock for L. H. S. Summary—Field Goals: Knisely 4, Kepner 2, Way 7, Rosemund 19. ZIbe Blue anb Zl'Clbite 21 (Tager 4, Nein 1, Garrett 1, Lemay 3, Hartsock 1; foul tries—Knisely 0 out of 3, Kepner 0 out of 1, Adams 1 out of 5, Rosemund 0 out of 2, Garrett 0 out of 4. Referee—Lawler; scorers Wilson and McKee; timekeepers—Hallen and Whitekettle. Remarks: Their showers are a little warmer than ours. The citizens of Newport have started a community league which consists of 3 teams, P. E. K., Independents and N. H. S. A cup will be awarded by Shrank Tittle, of Harrisburg, to the win-m r of the league. The N. H. S. is leading in the league at the present and hopes to be leading in the future. We are proud to say that Kepner, an N. H. S. player, is leading the league in points. The services of “Ike McCord have been secured to coach the players of both male and female teams. It is hoped that he will instill good basketball in the old N. II. S. Knocker or Booster? When the Creator had made all the good things, it seemed there was still some dirty work to do, so He made the beasts, and the reptiles and the poisonous insects; and when He had finished He still had some old scraps left over that were too bad to put into the rattlesnake, the hyena, the scorpion, and the skunk; so He put all these together, covered it with suspicion, wrapped it with jealousy, marked is with a yellow streak, and called it a knocker. This product was so fearful to contemplate that He had to make something to counteract it, so He took a sunbeam, put into it the heart of a child, the brain of a man, wrapped it in civic pride, covered it with brotherly love, made it a believer in equality and justice, a worker for and supporter of every good thing in the community and called ft a booster; and thenceforth mortal man has had the privilege of choosing his associates—Anon. We always laugh at our teacher's jokes. No matter what they be; Not because they're funny jokes. Ilut because it’s policy. Ex. •Father (sternly) “Don’t you ever worry about how you’ll spend your old age? Park Why, Dad. by that time what else will I have to spend? It was Edgar Hogan from the city. Who met what he thought was a kitty: He gave it a pat And said, Nice little cat.” And thev buried his clothes out of pity. —Ex. 22 Ube Blue ant TRIlbitc Claire—“When I came home last, night 1 fell on the piano.” Charles—“Oh. 1 hope you didn't hurt yourself.” Claire—“Don’t worry, I fell op the soft pedal.” Maud—“Zelda. what are you going to do with that red paint? Zelda—“Why, 1 am just going to color my map. Pauline, 25—“Ed, I’m afraid I will not meet you in heaven.” Edward, 25 “Why, Wnat have you done?” y While practicing for the play. Catherine Matlack hollered, “Get. off my curl.” First Flea, walking around Shredded Wheat box, to second tlea. going swiftly,—“What’s your hurry?” Second Flea—“Can’t you read? It says, ‘tear around this edge’!” Grace Souder, ’22, to Helen Mogul, ’25—“What are you taking this year?” Helen—“I have a hat, a pair of rubbers, and an umbrella, so far. Mr. Price— What is Germany to-day?” Park- “She isn’t.”— Mr. Price—“Perhaps you heard that, reference mentioned in Barnes’ History.” His Honor—“Get the prisoner's name so we can tell his mother.” Rookie—“He sez his mother knows his name. —Topics of the Day. • Katherine Henderson (speaking of Malcolm in Shakespeare's Macbeth”)—“Montcalm was to receive the Scottish crown.” XT be .TiSlue anb ©a bite 23 This Is in the joke department, yet Is far from being a joke. Certain Freshmen anti Sophomores showed the extent, of their school spirit by having a sledding party on the night of a H. S. basketball game. Mill Wilson Am I late for lunch?” Toni Fulton “Yes, everyone’s eaten.” George Women talk about, such foolish things.” Drue “Yes, I'll admit they sometimes talk about the men. What was Washington’s Farewell Address”? Heaven. Ex. Mr. Price, in Junior History “What kind of troops did Tarleton command, Charles? Charles (not paying attention) “20,000, sir. Miss Dorwart, in French “Class, would you say 1 was petit (little)? “What is a trapezoid? Hazel Sharar, 21—“One of those things that doesn’t have any sides equal.” Raymond Mangle, in Geometry of 7V4 i 4l4-” Miss Brandt, Geometry teacher—“Before I state a theorem 1 always look at my figure. Bill Wilson—“Equal arcs suspend-” Could you guess what he was thinking about? Why are you crying?” “Because my teeth stepped on my tongue.”- Ex. Poor Percy’s chauffeur has quit, and he has to drive his car now. That’s all right—he's finding out what it is to shift for himself.— Gargoyle. Mr. Price— Walter, what are diamonds used for?” Walter— Er they are valuable. Irishman—“You tell me where railroad depot?” Citizen—“What’s matter Pat, lost?” Irishman—“No. me here—Depot lost.”—Ex. Professor “What is that noise back there? Student. “I just dropped a perpendicular.” Ex. Visitor—“Well, I must be ofT. Occupant of the room—“So 1 noticed a long time ago.”- Bee Yee. , “For $2 I will fortell your future.” “Are you a genuine soothsayer?” “I am.” Then you ought to know I don’t have $2. 24 Cbc Blue anb lUbitc. Freshie—“Pa, will you buy some microbes for Algebra class? Papa—“What good are microbes?” Freshie “The paper says they multiply rapidly.” “Well, how did you enjoy your outing?” “Sea-sick nearly all of the time.” “Sort of an inside outing, eh?”- Ex. “Do you know why the English author was called Shakespeare? “Why?” “That was his name.” That's a nice collar you have on. I'll bet 1 know where you got it. “Where?” “Around your neck.” Bachelor—“Does your wife treat you the same as she did before you were married?” Married One—“Not exactly. 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