Newport High School - Blunita Yearbook (Newport, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 30 of the 1923 volume:

Che Blue and UJbite N K W P O R T HIGH SCHO O L FEBRUARY, 1 23 EXECUTIVE STAFF. Editor-in-Chief........WILI.IAM MORROW School Notes............CAROLYN MATLACK Literary....LEAH SMITH. JULIA ZKIDER3 I UKhing (las..........JEANETTE GOODLINO Athletics...............WILLIAM KNI8ELT Alumni and Exchanges.........JOHN ADAMS Husiness. REGINALD SMITH. Manager: RANDOLPH WHITKKETTLE. GERALD Mc-NAI'GHTON, ANNA LOY. Art Department...........MIIjDRED SHULTZ CONTENTS EDITORIAL. A Perfect Gentleman. Are We Thinking Enough? LITERARY. An Adventure in the Northwest. Cornin’ Home. Lincoln Remodels a Character. Little Miss Pop-Corn. SCHOOL NOTES. ALUMNI EXCHANGES. ATHLETICS. LAUGHING GAS O-Irr Http atttt MlittP Vol. 4, No. 3. NEWPORT HIGH SCHOOL. February, 1923 At the beginning of the new year every merchant takes an inventory of his stock to find out in what position he stands—w'hether he has lost or gained. It would be well for us, High school pupils, tc take ar inventory of ourselves. See whether, during the past year, we have grown better or worse. If we have improved, just a mite in some way. we are coming closer and closer to that goal which should be the aim of every young man, that of being known to our fellow'-citizens as a perfect gentleman. Whan we enter High school, we should realize that we are no longer children. We should do away with silly, childish things. We should reailze that now' we have entered into a new period of life and are now young gentlemen. Several morings a week, during opening exercises, w'e hear a short talk on “Manners.” This is a splendid thing since some of us are a little unmannerly at times. You will have to acknowledge that, yourself. Rut no matter if our manners are the best possible, no matter if we rigidly follow' the directions laid down in a book of etiquette, we ma not be gentlemen. A boy, who is rude, as some call it, when it comes to manners, may at heart be the finest kind of gentleman. What constitutes a gentleman? Who is a gentleman? How can I become a gentleman? There are some of us to whom, at times, the word gentleman is unknown. A gentleman never makes fun of or ridicules another. There may be some one in school who is rather dull or ignorant of the ways of school Do we make life easy for that person? Do we act w’hen, around him. 4 THE BLUE AND WHITE as though he were our equal? No! The majority of us make fun of him, call him names to his face, try to get him angry or have sport with him. We make his life a Hades on earth. We are no gentlemen, we are boys w’ho show less sense than the one of whom we make fun If there is one low-down, sneakish person it is he who makes fun of one that cannot help himself. He is not fit to be called a man- a gentle man is a real man. Another thing some of us fail to do in order to acquire the title of a gentleman is to respect a woman. A woman was made by the (Teatoi to be loved, looked up to, honored, and respected by man. Now a woman is laughed at, talked about, made fun of. is made the subject of filthy stories by him who calls himself a gentleman. A real gentleman is never insulting, sarcastic, or Insinuating. A re al gentleman is always quiet, a good listener and a friend to all. A gentleman is one who respects old people. He sees that the old folks with whom he comes in contact are always comfortably fixed. A gentleman never allows an old person to stand in a car or crowded auditorium. A gentleman never laughs at the mista‘kes of an old person. In fact, a gentleman never laughs at the mistakes of anyone. He himself may make the same mistake some day. In order to call ourselves gentlemen we must be courteous, kind, generocs, friendly, patient, quiet, merciful, fair, clear-headed, honorable and honest. A gentleman is never loud, haughty, egotist'c, vulgar, selfish, cruel, stubborn, unjust, impatient, or disr spectful. For a better definition of a gentleman, it would be well for each one of us to read Cardinal Newman’s famous theme on “A Gentleman.” It is found in the back of our “Lake Song Book.” Now then, let us all strive to become gentlemen so that in the future we can meet with all kinds of ditliculties and face the world fairly and squarely and be known as a perfect gentleman. WILLIAM MORROW. ’23. Are We Thinking Enough? “Thought is the first faculty of man; to express it is one of his firs’ desires; to spread 'it is his dearest privilege.” One’s mind, while he is conscious, is at all times occupied by some thought. Sometimes those things which come to one’s mind uncalled for or unsummoned are the most valuable thoughts. They should be cherished. One thought can not .arise without awakening another. It is a pastime to let one’s mind wander from thought to thought. Rut these are not the thoughts which we need in the present day and age. Cowl hard thinking is what gets men ahead. Of course you think now but you can think more. The man who has a salary of ten thousand dollars a year does not necessarily think ten times as much as the man whose income is one thousand dollars a year. So few people knowhow' to use their thinking faculty to advantage. Mark Twain has humoi ously said that “some men’s heads are just attachments to their bodies THE BLUE AND WHITE 5 to keep their collars from slipping off.’’ I hope this is not true of any student of the N. H. S. I do not propose advancing the theory of auto-suggestion, when I say. If we think, we will be great men and women.” We must not sit down and merely muse to ourselves: Some day I am going to be a great man.” We must think now. Practice makes perfect. We students have the greatest chance and opportunity in the world for doing this very thing. Here in school we study mathematics, languages and the like. If we think each day as we study or prepare our lessons, that is, if we apply our minds to what we are doing, and get the relation to what has gone before, we are developing our minds. When we read a classic, we want to know what we have read. It’s one thing to reau a book, but it’s another to know the book. Learning without though is labor lost” There is not a student in this High school who positively thinks as much and to as great an extent as he is able. If every one of us N. H. S. students applied his will power and thinking faculty, we would win every scholarship, cup, or award offered. We should have the best class of students to be found. Hurry, students! It’s not too late for New Year’s resolutions. We all want to come to our senses and be thankful; we are endowed with minds and the means of developing them. May every one of us resolve to think and use his mental pow’ers in the future to a far greater extent MILDRED SHULTZ. '23. Blessings on thee, our little chap; With thy cunning little cap, Freshman green, with aching heart, Had to from thy mother part, Sadly trudging on to class: Phased by sophomores off the grass -Tales you tell with vocal strain, How hold sophomores would you detain. Rut all thy howling is in vain, We’ll get thee yet. boy, shine or rain! A rich elderly bachelor named Page found the dropped glove of a charming young lady and returned it with this note: If from your glove you take the letter ‘g,’ that glove is love, and that I have for thee.” In reply, the young woman wrote: If from your name you take the letter ‘P,’ then Page is age, and that won’t do for me.”—Ex. If a fellow from Poland is a “Pole,” would a fellow' from Holland be a Hole”? If a fellow from New York is’ a “New Yorker,” wouldn’t a fellow from Cork be a “Corker”? 6 THE BLUE AND WHITE L P '■2S An Adventure in the Northwest. Many years ago, Thurston Connor, a son of Harvard, was walking rapidly through the blinding snow to his neat, brick house near Bostor harbor. The trees, nodding in the storm, were scarcely more restles3 than his unquiet spirit. Although he was the well-educated son of a wealthy American merchant and could look forward to a bright future, teeming with success, he was not satisfied. Since he had finished his studies at Harvard, he had been longing for a life in which every day was full of adventure and every adventure was full of thrills At that very moment he was wishing that he were in an Indian fight or hunting bear with his uncle, who was then the leader of an emigrant party in the wild ‘‘Northwest,’’ instead of going to a quiet home, where there was nothing to do but “give orders to servants and entertain silly girls.” When he reached home, he was not admitted by the aged butler, but his own gentle mother, hola'ng a letter in her hand, met him at the door. As he took the letter from her excited fingers, he sat down on a luxurious, colonial chair, tore open the envelope, and began to read. “Oh, mother,” he cried. “It is an invitation to visit Uncle Phil, and I am going to begin the preparations for my journey at once.” After two long sleepless nights and a busy day, Connor was ready to greet the West. Having given a cheerful good-bye to his proud father and fond mother, he set out. on Prince, his favorite horse, accompanied by his faithful valet, Jerry. Alter three 'weeks of hard riding through snow-covered forests anu drifted valleys, they finally arrived at Marietta, their desired destination. It was at the close or day and the brave frontiersmen were partaking of their evening meal. Connor was cordially greeted by his uncle, anu after a strengthening repast of bear’s meat and a friendly talk w'ith his host, he retired for the night. The next morning the eager adventurer arose at the first crow of the cock, and asked his uncle to go hunting with him. The uncle said that he would go with pleasure, but that there was some very important work to be done that morning and his presence was greatly needed He asserted that it was not safe for one so unacquainted with the habits of the wilderness to go alone, for the beasts of prey were very dangerous at that t me of the year, and there was a hunting party of hostile Indians at an uneasy distance from the settlement. However, when he saw his nephew's disappo'ntment, he said that he did not see any real danger in hunting near the fort, so Connor set out alone into the vai-t forest. What a wonderful feeling it was to be at last in the wild, but generous wilderness, where nature reigned and every friendly rock seemed to echo the words, liberty and freedom, far and wide! The deeper he penetrated the depths of the forest the better he felt, so on and on he walked until he unexpectedly came upon the track of a bear, ini-printed in the soft snow. Eagerly, he followed the close tracks and soon he saw the quadruped, itself, bearing its huge, fur-covered body along the bank of a frozen stream. The bear, seemingly unaware of his presence, moved slowly onward and finally entered a thicket, where it lay down sheltered from the wind. Connor walked rapidly, but cautiously, toward the liar of his game, and just as he was about to aim his true rifle, a strong, tawny hand snatched it from his grasp. The bear skin shook and a tall, fierce looking Indian rose to his feet. At that serious moment Conno pulled his reliable battle-axt from his belt an.l hurled it with all his strength at the head of his captor, who had scarcely time to relax his cramped limbs. Before Connor could regain his axe, he was seized by his other captor and thrown to the ground, but as he fell he grasped his assailant's belt and pulled him down. They both fought with wonderful endurance for many minutes, bui neither could overpower the othei until the young American arew netu his conquered captor and vega ned his battle-axe. which he thtn pressed against the breast of his enemy with marvelous strength. In searching the clothing of his victims, he found a letter, bearing a strange seal, hidden in a leather pouch. Curious to know its contents, he immediately started for the fort. As soon as he arrived there, he sought his uncle, who, having translated the letter, explained that it contained orders from the chief of the Sioux to his hunting party, commanding them to attack the fortress the following day. After this discovery, Connor was called The Savior of the Fort by the frontiersmen, and w’as highly honored by his uncle, who gave him 8 THE BLUE AND WHITE the command of the fort until he would return from transacting some business in Congress. RUTH CROUSE, ’24. Cornin’ Home. “Grand-daddy” Pearson sat close by the fire that gave out such a meagi bit of warmth and fingered his fiddle lovingly. The light of the open fire cast a ruddy glow on his rcgged features. The light was reflected in the old man’s eyes and deepened the wistful look on his countenance. He sighed and rose. Affectionately tucking the instrument under hi. chin he drew the bow across the strings. Softly the strains of “Home, Sweet Home” floated from the violin. Sweet and resonant rose the melody. Tears dimmed the old man’s eyes as he lingered over the last notes of the refrain: - “There’s no place like home.” Tenderly, he laid the violin on a shelf with the bow, then resumed his seat nearby. With elbows resting on his knees, and face hidden in his hands he sat. A pathetic silence pervaded the room. “Grand-daddy Pearson, as folks called h'm, lived alone. He had no known relatives and only his violin for company. This he loved. His abode was a little one-story shack in the center of a five acre field of miserable ground. From a cow and a few chickens he eked living sufficient for his wants. “Grand-daddy” Peaison’s fiddle was more of a necessity than the old man. Any person in the community planning an entertainment always called “Grand daddy” Pearson’s fiddle into use. It was the old fellow’s only pleasure, and he gloried in it. But tonight, he was sad. As far back as many folks could remember the little township school had always had a Washington’s Birthday celebration. Each time “Daddy Pearson’s fiddle had furnished the music for the statel m'nuet that the elder pupils of the school had danced. This year he had been rejected. A young fellow that played the fiddle had moved into the neighborhood. He was good-looking and popular. Hence the girls of the minuet voted for him to play the music for the dance. Tomorrow was the twenty-second of February. There he sat disheartened, discouraged. The slight had dulled his feelings to the extent that he oared not whether he lived or died. Thump! Bang! The door burst open, and in rushed a figure bundled in wraps. It was a boy. “Grand-daddy Pearson! Grand-daddy Pearson! Bring your fiddle and come on!” The old man raised his head. “Go ’way! Go ’way! I will go nowhere.” “But Grand-daddy Pearson, you must,” pers sted the boy, “you must!” Bursting into tears, he shouted incoherently, “Danny Winters brok-‘ through the ice on the river. They saved him, but he got pneumonia and is dying. Dying! Please come. He’s calling for you.” The old man stirred himself. A chill of terror shook his form, tie rose, took down the violin and strode out of the house. He wore neither coat nor hat. Br-r-r! The February cold chilled him to the bone. He stumbled on, heedless of everything, with his violin clutched to his bosom. A faint light in the distance beckoned him onward. At last he reached the farmhouse. He threw open the door. There in tlie kitchen stood a cot. From beneath white coverlets shone the pale face of the dying boy. Pearson strode to the cot. “Danny ’ he said tremulously to the inert form, don’t you know me? It’s I, Grand-daddy Pearson, for whom you used to carry in wood when I had the rheumatism.” Danny lay still. Pearson looked around. A doctor standing nearby shook his head. “He’s going to another land. He has asked for you to play. It may make things easier.’’ Pearson glanced at Mrs. Winters, standing in a corner, weeping and nodding consent. He placed his violin in position and drew his bow across the strings. Across the room floated his favorite—“Home, Sweet Home.” His' feeling of love, sorrow, despair, all went into the melody. The piece ended. Without a pause, he started, “Nearer My God to Thee.” A murmer caused him to look down. A flush had spread over the boy’s countenance. . I see Him. A mantle of white overspread his face. He heaved a sigh and Danny was gone with a smile upon his face. Pearson faltered a moment, then played on. Sweeter and sweeter grew the melody. The grief-stricken, parents were comforted by his exquisite music. Over and over again he played every piece he knew. At last he showed signs of weariness. Then slowly and solemnly he swung into the song, “Loid, I’m Com:ng Home.” As he neared the end of it his eyes closed. His bow touched the strings as a hand migh caress. At last he finished. He lowered his violin and placed it on the foot of Danny's cot. He knelt there and clasped his hands. Rowing his head on the breast of the lifeless form, he muttered. “Aye! Comin Home!’’ A silence pervaded the room. The physician walked over and touched Pearson. He started. He itiised the old man’s head and stared long at it. “Dead! Dead!” The next day the district school paid solemn tribute to the memory of Danny and Pearson. And it was in their memory that February twenty-second w'as henceforth observed. JOHN ADAMS, ’25. Lincoln Remodels a Character. “Abe, would you like to run my flat down to New Oreleans?” asked Mr. Cobden. Abraham Lincoln, better known to his neighbors .’s Honest Abe, on account of his uprightness of character and con scientiousness, reph’ed that he would be glad for the employment Thereupon, plans for the business expedition were formed. That evening Mr. Cobden would load his Hat with miscellaneous merchandise and the following morning Lincoln was to begin his journey to New Oreleans When the boat reached that great city, its burden would consst ot 10 THE BLUE AND WHITE southern products which the planters would have exchanged for thos of the North. In the metropolis Lincoln was to sell the cargo. The morning sun shone brightly, bidding the river gleam an invitation and Lincoln was eager to accept it when he presented himsell at tie Cobden boat landing. He noted the an mated expression on the lac. of Oliver, Mr. Cobden’s son, and he conjectured the cause. He learned that he had guessed correctly when Mr. Cobden addressed him. Abe Oliver is anxious to see the city and I told him that he might go with you if you don’t object. Of course, he will help you do the work. Lincoln assented, although he was not greatly desirous of the boy’s company. “I believe mother wants to speak to you, said his employer and Lincoln hurried to Mrs. Cobden. Will you do something for me, Mr. Lincoln? I ask you to keep Oliver from the evils of the city. You know he is only seventeen.’’ “I’ll try.” answered Lincoln earnestly and although the words implied no bold assurance, they comforted the heart of the little woman, reared in the gentler atmosphere of the east. Lincoln, himself, was but nineteen years of age, yet she knew what strength he exerted when a sense of duty impelled him. Mrs. Cobden accompanied him down to the river and there bade the two boys farewell. Lincoln and Oliver were not well acquainted for Oliver had shown a preference for some boys of whom Lincoln had not a good opinion. But now, Lincoln resolved to gain the boy’s friendship so that he might be better prepared to fulfill the promise to his mother. They had left the Illinois River and were now upon the great Mississippi. Probably because of the cold indifference of the rushing waters to human affairs, the boys became interested in each other. Lincoln began to take pleasure in the companionship of the convivial Olivet and Oliver enjoyed conversing with the older boy, whose knowledge was so much broader than his own. The boat had entered the Southland and at night long after the moon rose to glorify the scene, it. was allowed to proceed. Then after it was anchored and moored, the occupants, lulled to sleep by its gentle rocking to and fro on the water, in their dreams saw again amid dark protecting tiees the lovely mansions resplendent in the moonlight. Finally, they reached New' Oreleans and sold the freight which now was composed of plantation products. While this business was being transacted Oliver formed the acquaintance of three men, to whom Lincoln immediately took aversion. “They are all right, said Olive ' when he was advised against them. Having finished their work, the boys set out to see the city. By even ing they were willing to return home and so prepared to start on the morrow. Accordingly, Lincoln went forth to purchase sugar, flour and other supplies. Oliver said he would remain on the boat as one day of city life had wearied him. The money obtained by selling the carg . was entrusted to him for Lincoln did not want to carry it with h m. When Lincoln returned he was amazed to find that Oliver had gone. THE BLUE AND WHITE 11 Then lie thought of the evil-faced men he had seen earlier in the day. He leaped to the wharf and walked rapidly, but he did not know where to go. Suddenly, he rushed into the cabin of a boat from which a loud voiced conversation issued. There he saw Oliver playing poke with the three men. Lincoln seized the boy and before Oliver could realize what was happening he was on board his father’s boat a nil Lincoln was saying, Didn't you know that you could not win front those gamblers? They will follow us.” Scarcely had he spoken when the three men rushed upon them. The ruffians learned that those who earn their money honestly by physical labor cannot easily be robbed of it. for they were precipitated to the wharf quite suddenly. Lincoln and Oliver decided to make their departure at once. After they had passed through the maze of vessels, large and small, which marked the terminus of the great central artery of commerce, Lincoln asked his companion what was worrying him. The boy replied that he did not like to tell his parents about his folly. I will give you as much money as you lost so that your parents will not learn of the affair il you will promise that you will never gamble again, but my only motive is to save them from the pain such knowledge would cause,” answered Lincoln. Oliver not only made the promise but he kept it and he gave Lincoln due gratitude for having remodeled his character. LEAH SMITH. ’23. Little Miss Pop-Corn. “Please, sir, buy some pop-corn? It was a snowy, blustering day in January, and I sat at my desk writing, when a small vo ce addressed me with the above request. Not this morning,’’ I replied rather gruffly and without glancing up. “Come, Jimmy, we must go. He won’t buy any,” I heard the small voice say in a whisper. This time there wras something sadly old in the childish tones. They touched my ear and heart together- and I turned quickly. Hefore me was a figure of a little g rl, perhaps eight years old, poorly clad, and beside her a boy -her brother, as I afterwards learned—a little older than herself. She carried a small basket of puffy white corn. There was such a look of innocence in her big blue eyes that I was fairly conquered. “How much is your pop-corn, my child? 1 asked. The pretty mouth dimpled with pleasure as she replied. Two cents a cup, sir, and two cups for five cents.” I smiled at the odd reckoning, and said, “Oh. you are mistaken! You mean, I guess, three cents a cup and two cups for five cents.” She shook her head very decidedly. “No, sir. I am sure. Mother said so, and she always knows.” And who Is your mother, dear child, that she allows you to come out on such a stormy day as this? 12 THE BLUE AND WHITE “My mother is at home sick; and Jimmy and I do the wcrk. After our work is done, we pop corn and sell it to get money with which to buy medicine for mother dear.’’ Growing interested in this small history, I proceeded with my qu i-tions. “What is your name?” Mary; but most people call me, Little Miss Pop-Corn.” Well then Little Miss Pop-Corn, have you a father?’’ Here, at least, 1 nad touched . ome sensitive chord in the small heart. Her sweet mouth trembled a little as she answered, Yes, sir, bui father went away and left us seven years ago, when I was a baby, and now mother is sick, and Jimmy and 1 have to work.” “Hut, my child, have you not heard anything from him for seven years?” “Oh, yes. Last year a man came and told mother that father workeu in his mill once, and then father fell sick, and he told Mr. Parkman that he was coming home as soon as he was well, but that was almost a year ago. and he has not come.” “Do you know where this Mr. Parkman lives, Mary?” “Mother knows,” was the quiet answer. “Very well. Find out from your mother where he lives; write him a letter, and ask about your father, without letting your mother know it.” “1 can’t write; 1 only print,” was the hesitating reply. “Just as well,” said I, “do that.’’ 1 then took her around to all the neighboring oflices until she had disposed of all her corn, and both hands were full of pennies. She was so pleased with her success that her eyes sparkled with joy-and after a hearty Thank you, sir,” she walked away. Several days passed, and 1 believed that I had seen the last of Mary. Indeed, in the press of business, I had almost forgotten the child’s existence, when one morning my office door oj ened very softJy, and she stood before me. She placed on my desk a paper, which I opened and read—letters of all s zes—her letter to Mr. Parkman. After reading her letter, I looked up smiling, and said, “But, Mary, you have not told who you are, nor what your name is, nor anything about your self. Now write that down here in the corner.” She took the paper, and wrote silently for a few moments, then handed it back with this added: “I am Mary, but some call me, Little Miss Pop-Corn.” “Very well.” said I. “Now tell me where to send it and then you may go. If an answer comes I will send it to you.” I added a page or two to her letter explaining who she was, and told the unknown Mr. Parkman that he would be repaid for taking the trouble of replying to the child’s letter, if he could only see the bright, hopeful face with which the letter was sent. Again the matter escaped my mind, and as I came in one morning and looked over my mail, 1 wras for a moment surprised to find a letter directed to Miss Mary Smith. THE BLUE AND WHITE 13 1 sent, for the child as soon as possible, and she came. I put the letter into her hands, and told her to read it. With eager, trembling haste, she broke the envelope. A look of disappointment shadowed her face as she raid, I can’t read writing, sir; please, read it to me.’’ The letter was brief and courteous. The gentleman’s heart had been touched by the childish appeal, and he promised to do all in his power to aid Mary’s search. The letter closed: “Good-bye, my little girl, and may God bless you! If John Parkman can |o anything to make you happy, he will gladly do it.” Several weeks passed, during which time through qold and snow Mary failed not to come every morning with her basket of while treasures. One morning my door opened as usual, and, thinking it Mary on her daily round, I did not raise my eyes from my work, until a gl'ad little voice said in a triumphant tone, “He has come, sir! He has come!” I then glanced up. A man of middle age stood before me, with drooping head, downcast eyes, and a look of shame in his whole bearing. But, suddenly, a thought seemed to arouse him, and walking toward me, he said: “Sir, I thank you for bringing me back to this child; and as surely as I stand here, I promise to be the man, that I have never been before.” All this happened a year ago; and now, on Penn street, there stands a little candy shop which is doing a thriving business. Mary’s small head barely reaches above the counter, but her feet are just as active and willing, as when I first made her acquaintance. The happiness thai now exists in that humble home is all due to the chMdish perseverence, and loving trustfulness of Little Miss Pop-Corn. MAUDE JACOBS. ’24. I rose and gave her my seat, I could not let her stand She made me think of mother. With that strap in her hand. A man walking along a boardwalk noticed another man stuffing a dollar b'll down a crack. “What’s the idea?’' he asked. The other man replied, 1 just dropped a dime through this crack, and 1 want to make it w-orth while to tear up the board.” Bill “Say, Mike, do you know it’s awful hot down in Mexico where I live. It’s so hot you can fry an egg on the capitol steps.” Mike—“Oh, gee! Do you call that hot? Why it’s so hot where I live that we have to feed our chickens cracked ice to keep them from laying hard boiled eggs.” Query—“Why does a blush creep up a maiden’s cheek?” Answ'er -“Because if it ran it would kick up too much dust.”—Ex. 14 THE BLUE AND WHITE u9m •_ The Junior Literary Society was held on Friday evening. Novembe! 24. The following program was rendered: Opening march. High School Orchestra; selection, Moonlight and Love,” orchestra; vocal solo, “Just-A-Wearying-for-You,” Julia Zeiders; declamation, The Indian As He Is and Was,” Romaine Hibbs; selection, Twilight Reverie.’’ Girls’ Chorus; debate: “Resolved. That the Water System of Any Town or City Should Be Publicly Owned;” piano solo. Starry Night,” Ixmise Fickes; declamation, “Selections from Hiawatha. Jeanette Ooodling; declamation. Tell Me a Tale of the Airly Days,” Charles Albright; essay, The Pilgrims and the First Thanksgiving,” Anna Loy; decision of the judges by the Rev. W. K. Shultz; selection. “Heah dem Darkies Sing,” Boys’ Octette, closing march. Orchestra. Reginald Smith and Ralph Smith upheld thi affirmative side of the debate and Julia Zeiders and Carolyn Matiack upheld the negative side. The judges who were Rev. W. K. Shultz, Mr. Fry and Mr. Wolf, decided in favor of the negative. We received two days’ vacation at Thanksgiving and as the next week was Institute everyone had plenty of time to recover from the effects of too much turkey and p:e. After the vacation all came back prepared to work hard until Christmas. The members of the Senior class, at the suggestion of Professor Price, canvassed the town for subscriptions to help the Public Library. They THE BLUE AND WHITE 15 were very successful and received a total of one hundred dollars. Also the girls of the entile High school sold Red Cross Stamps to the amount of more than fifty dollars. The week before Christmas we had just enough snow to make fine ooasting and all the children were delighted, especially the Seniors, who, apparently, were in their second childhood. All of ’em went slidin’ mos' every niKht. Fun! They had pecks of it. On the Friday before Christmas we had the following appropriate exercises: Selection, Joy to the World, Orchestra; recitation, Ring Out Wild Hells,” Price Hibbs; vocal duet, It Came upon a Midnight Clear,” Helen Mogel and Kathryn Ickes; Christmas story, A Russian Legend, Maude Jacobs; selection Silent Night,” boys' octette; recita tion, Abou Hen Adem,” Vera Murphy; presentation of Christmas gift to Public Library, Walter Kepner; acceptance of gift. Mrs. J. S. Eby; solo, “Cantique de Noel,” Miss Kennedy; song, There’s a Hood Time Coming,’’ High school. Regular sessions of school were held on New' Year’s Day but nobody learned much because the Freshmen and Sophomores were still dreaming about Santa Claus.” and the Juniors and Seniors were busy making New Year’s resolutions. There was an epidemic of measles in town and it was reported several times that the schools would close—but they didn’t. A few of the High school pupils got ’em” but. every one is well now. All’s w’ell that ends well. Nevertheless a few of us were sorry the schools didn’t close, since the measles were here anyhow, and they made a fine excuse. Many of the Alumni who were home for the Christmas vacation came to visit the High school. It seemed like oid times to have them with us again. One morning the week after Christmas we were pleased to have with us our former principal, Miss Dorwart. She gave us an interesting talk and visited a few of the classes. I guess the teachers wish Miss Dorwart would come often because everyone knew his lessons that day. Now it’s harder than ever to receive a respectable deportment mark because every time any one “gets noisy” he has five taken off his deportment and if he forgets about that five, they take off another five, so he Isn’t likely to forget about both of ’em. Everyone has suddenly become very studious owing to a sort of disease that breaks out twice a year, before mid year’s and before finals. However, this is nothing to worry about as the disease is never fatal and usually disappears in a short time. The Sophomores have received their pennants and they all seem pleased with them. At least they aren’t a bit bashful about displaying them. 16 THE BLUE AND WHITE An Kssay Contest will be held at Lewistown in the beginning of Feb ruary. A few of our girls are writing essays and one of them will be .'■elected to deliver hers at the contest. There will also be a similai contest for boys later in the month. The Seniors had a sledding party on Thursday, January 11. The went to Bloomfield to go to the movies but as there wasn’t any, they contented themselves by sliding with the C. L. I. boys. When they tired of this sport they returned to their rendezvous” in Newport and had a sauer kraut supper. The following literary and musical program was given by the Sophomores Friday, January 12: Selection, orchestra; recitation, Our Hireu Girl, and The Raggedy Man,” Anna R ce; selection, Massa’s in de Cold, Cold Ground.” Sophomore girls’ chorus; recitation, The Legend of Rabbi Ben Levi,” Emma Boswell; vocal solo, Irene Stedfole; recitation, If,” Edward Jones; debate: Resolved, That the Volstead Act Should Be Repealed for the Good of the Country;” violin solo, Pauline Hombach; recitation, “The Boys,” Holland Miller; Class Song, Class of Twenty-Five; closing march, orchestra. John Adams and Gerald Me-Naughton upheld the affirmative side of the debate, and Pauline Hombach and Helen Mogel the negative. The judges. Mrs. Light, Mr. Frank, and Mr. Lahr, decided in favor of the negative side. After Literary Society the Juniors had a party for the Sophomores to cheer them up. The e weren’t many Juniors there but the Sophomores turned out full force. Games were played and light refreshments were served. A Dressing Contest” was won by Miss Robinson and Mr. Price who received as prizes handsome d amond rings. Ixical Institute was held in the High School on Saturday morning and afternoon. Splendid programs were given and prominent speakers were present. First Freshie— Why do you take it to heart so. that your sweetheart has married another girl?” Second Freshie— Oh, I don’t take it to heart, I’m going to take it to court.” Sherni— What would you do if I said I think you are a harp of a thousand strings?” Clee—“Why, then I should think you a lyre. ’ Gent—“Is there any soup on the bill of fare?” Waiter—“There was, sir. but I wiped it off.” Has any one seen Maude lately? We think she’s lost in her new Russian boots. AND WHITE 17 the blue Alumni who spelt their Christmas vacation in Newport are: David Shrefller, ’16; Arthur Campbell, ’17; Harold Manning. ’20; Oscar Mitchell. 20; Weibley Dean. 21; Isabelle Deckard, ’21; Mary Horting, 21; Mary I eedy, 21; Gladys Soule, ’21; Hazel Tucker, 21; Loy Whiteket-tle, 21; Jessie Baker, ’22; Pearl Hill, ’22; Madelyn Klinepeter, ’22; Catherine Matlack, ’22; Emma Mitchell. ’22; Leonard Ulsh, 22. Visitors to class during their vacations were: Pearl Hill, Catherine Matlack and Grayce Souder, all of the class of ’22. Grayce Souder, ’22. teacher of Evergreen school, is enjoying an enforced vacation, due to an outbreak of measles among her pupils. Ruth Collins, T5, teacher in Huntingdon schools, visited in Newpoit recently. Frank (Bud) Milligan, ’22, is reporter for the “Newport News” for the Community Basket Ball games. The marriage of Grace Hibbs, ’22. to Pat. M. Arter. ’20, of Duncannon High school, was a surprise to everyone. Mr. Arter is filing clerk and stenographer at The Public Sendee Commission, in Harrisburg. Best wishes. Louise Letter, T9, is an office employee at the Bell Telephone Com pany, in Harrisburg. Jennie Lewis. T9, is employed at the Winona First National Bank. Winona. Minnesota. Edwin Morrow, Tfi, is expert accountant in a bank at Bramwell, West Virgi nia. 18 THE BLUE AND WHITE Edward Hale Jones!” “Yen’m.’’ Edward Hale Jones, come here this minute. Here comes the new parson up the path. Tome and welcome him. Tell him I'll be down in a minute. I’ll go slip on my percale. Guess it’s about the chicken sup per the ‘Aiders' are giving ------Are you coming? You can finish that kite some other time.” Thump! Thump! Thump! Edward Hale Jones ran into the kitchen, wiping his lace with his shirt sleeve, and thence to the hall. He opened the door to admit a smiling young man. “Good afternoon, Edward. Mother home?” Eee—Yessir! Down in a minute. Walk right into the parlor.” “Certainly! But you’re coming, too, aren’t you?” he said to the figure of Edward Hale Jones, fast disappearing through the hall door to the kitchen. “Naw!’’ Like to read?” Edward Hale Jones stopped. Some.” ‘I have some dandy High school papers here a young friend sent me. Want to look at them?” You bet, I do.” Here they are, and Edward Hale Jones received a packet of magazines and dived for the parlor settee. Soon he was engaged in rapt perusal of them. “Gee. these are dandy. Mr. Beeman, d:d you see this one fiom Hunt- THE BLUE AND WHITE lngdon, “The Argus”? . Dandy literary department and the athletic department makes you wish you were there. The Orange and ilack, from Jersey Shore, has a lot of good stories- and jokes they sure are Funnybone rl icklers.” There are two Orange and Blacks,” from Hanover. The school note are well written and interesting. The exchange department could be enlarged. The Inkwell, from Cape May—“The Mai tin’s Chrsitmas Recital” is a great story, Mr. Beeman. “Wah Hoo. Pittsburgh, has quite an original department in its Wahooing’s.” Here’s The Jack O-Lantern,” from Houtzdale. It’s a crackerjack all through. The Lore,’’ from Lewistown, has a lot of material a top-notch paper— some real poetry. The Hi-Spice, Lock Haven, is fine. The Magnet,” Butler, is a live paper- an especially fine literary department. This Hi Echo.” from I onora, has good cuts all through the paper. Certainly nmkes it bright looking. Mr. Beeman, your school paper was The Blrn and White, from Newport, wasn't it? Listen to what this paper says about it. The Blue and White,” from Newport, has a fine Literary department. The author of the poem Autumn” deserves special credit for his fine contribution.’ ’’ Edward Hale Jones! will you never hush up? You’ve been muttering to yourself about something for the last fifteen minutes. How are Mr. Beeman and I to arrange for the ’supper' with you annoying us? Why don’t you go finish your kite?” Aw. Mom! There ain’t no wind to fly kites to-day. Besides------------- all these magazines BOYS’ BASKET BALL. On December 15, the N. H. S. boys traveled to Carlisle and played that 1 own’s best. The game was very exciting, and the Newport boys uphelo their standard of clean and fast athletics. -After a fewr minutes’ play, Adams collided with a Carlisle player and was put out of the game, su-tain’ng a cut lip which required the doctor’s attention. Mangle was 20 THE BLUE AND WHITE substituted and the same went on. At the end of the first half the score is 1914 in favor of the Newport boys. In the second half Adams returned to the game, but was handicapped by his injury and did not come up to the standard. However, our bo kept working, but with no avail; for when the final whistle blew, tin score was 42-33 in favor of Carlisle High. Saucerman was high score, having 13 points. The scores were: N. H. S. F.G. Fl.G. Pts. C. H. S. F.G. Fl.G. Pts Knisely, F 6 0 12 Kirk, F 1 0 2 Kepner, F 3 0 6 (Farner), F 0 0 0 Adams. C 0 0 0 Wardecker, F., .. 6 0 12 (Mangle), ( , .. 1 0 Morris, C 11 0 22 Saucerman, (1., . 2 9 13 (Mentzer), (’., 0 0 0 Stedfole, (1 0 0 0 Fouche, (1 1 4 H Kitner, G 0 0 0 Totals .. 12 9 33. Totals 19 4 | to , Time—Two 20-minute halves. Referee -Beighle, of Dickinson; Time Snyder, of Dickinson; Scorers McCullough and Wilson. On December 22. the N. H. S. boys clashed with Millersburg H. S boys, and defeated (hem by the score of 57-24. According to the score, you might think the game without pep,” but this was not the case for the teams were rather evenly matched. Day was Millersburg’s star, having twenty of the twenty four points, while Adams and Knisely were Newport’s hgh scorers. Although the other Newport boys did no score so many points, it does not say they deserve less credit. Saucer-man and Stedfole were right there with the guarding and Kepner was in the game from beginning to end. The scores w ere: N. H. S. F.G. Fl.G. Pts. M. H. S. F.G. Fl.G. Pts. Kniselv, F . . 15 0‘ 30 Adams, F ... 0 0 0 Kepner, F 2 0 4 (Filler), F.. . . 0 0 0 Adams, C 8 0 lf Day. F 8 4 20 Saucerman, G., . 1 1 • J Forney, C., ... 2 0 1 Stedfole, G 2 0 4 Rutter, G 0 0 0 Feidt, G 0 0 0 Totals .. 28 1 57 Totals. . .. . . 10 4 24 Referee—Wertz; Timer Ickes; Scorers— Heckert and Wilson; Time —Two 20-minute halves. Newport fans witnessed one of the best games of the season on Frida; night, January 5, between N. H. S. and Marysville H. S. Throughout the entire game the score was close, and the rooters were on needles the whole forty minutes of play. The score at the end of the first half was 20-14 in favor of N. H. S. Rut in the second half Marysville rallied and scored 13 points to Newport’s 8, bringing the score to 28-27. Just a few minutes to go! Kepner made a field goal, score, 30-27; Raisner THE BLUE AND WHITE 21 made one, score 30-29; and then Newport made another, and the final whistle blew and the score was 32-29 in N. H. S.’s favor. The enthusiasm of this game was no doubt due to the number of rooters there, for there “sure” was a Rood crowd. The scores were: N. H. S. F.G. FI.G. Pts. M. H. S. F.G. FI.G. Pts. Knisely, K 7 0 14 Raisner, F 7 0 14 Kepner, F 4 0 8 Beers, F., C., 4 1 9 Adams. C 2 0 4 (hilly). F 1 0 2 Saucerman, G., . 0 4 4 Fortenbaugh. C., . 0 2 2 Stedfole, G 1 0 T A Pewterbaugh, G., . 0 0 0 — (Carmichael), G... 0 0 0 Totals . 14 4 32 Corl. G 1 0 2 Totals......... 13 3 29 Time—Two 20-minute halves; Referee—Wertz; Timer—Doner; Scorers—Milligan and Kennedy. On November 29, our boys met and defeated Blain Vocational School on the Juniata Casino floor, to the tune of 50-13. The scores were: N. H. S. F.G. FI.G. Pts. B. V. S. F.G. FI.G. Pts. Knisely, F 8 0 16 Wilt. F 1 0 2 Kepner. F 7 0 14 Shumaker, F., . . 0 I (Frank). F 0 0 0 ShealTer, C 3 1 Adams, C 6 0 12 Smith. G 0 0 0 Saucerman. G., . 3 0 ♦j Rice, G 0 0 J Stedfole, G 0 0 0 — — (Mangle), G., .. 1 0 2 Totals 6 1 13 Totals . . 25 0 50 Time—Four 10 minute quarters; Referee—P. Wertz; Timers—Bowe-and Ickes; Scorers Koons and Wilson. During Christmas vacation, the “High” boys journeyed to Mifflin and were defeated by the Athletic Association team of that place. 40-32. The scores were: N. H. S. F.G. FI.G. Pts. M. A. A. F.G. FI.G. Pts Knisely, F., .. 5 - 0 10 Schlotter, F.. .. 4 1 9 Kepner, F.. . . 4 0 8 Frankhouse, F., .. 10 1 21 Adams, C., . . 2 0 4 i Valentine, C., .. 2 0 4 Saucerman. G., 1 4 6 Bell. G 2 0 A Stedfole, G., . 2 0 t Rush. G 1 0 2 Totals, . . ... 14 4 32 Totals .. 19 2 40 Time—Four 10-minute quarters; Referee—McCord; Timers —Cox and Todd; Scorers—Kennedy and WilSon. 22 THE BLUE AND WHITE GIRLS' BASKET BALL. On the same day the boys defeated Blain, the girls lost a hard-fought game to the Blain girls. The score at the end of the first half was 4-0. in favor of Newport, Keim having a field goal in each quarter. In tlx second half Blain had two field goals, making the score 4-4. An ext: • 5-minute period was played and still no change in the score. In tie next 3-minute period a Bla'.n girl made a field goal, which won the game. The scoies were: N. H. S. F.G. Fl.G. Pts. B. V. S. F.G. Fl.G. Pts. Klinepeter, F., .. 0 0 0 V. Adair, F O 0 4 Keim, F 2 0 4 Loy. F 0 0 0 Mogei, C 0 0 0 Ncsbit. C 1 0 2 Hombach, G 0 0 0 C. Adair, G 0 0 0 Murphy, G 0 0 0 Trostle, G 0 0 o (Smith), G., ... 0 0 0 Totals, 2 0 4 Totals 3 0 r, Time- Four 7-minute quarters and two extra periods of 5 and 3 min utes respectively; Referee- Wertz; Timers- Bower and Ickes; Scorns —Koons and Wilson. On Friday, December 22. the N. H. S. girls lost to the Millersburg giri -to the score of 10-9. The girls’ game was played under girls’ rules with the side center, but at times it looked as if it might be boys’ rules Murphy’s passing was a feature of the game, but the forwards could do nothing with the ball when they got it. However, it was a good game as the score show's. Hibbs. who substituted for Zeiders, in the second half, made the only field goal for Newport. The scores were: N. H. S. F.G. Fl.G. Pts. M. H. S. F.G. Fl.G. Pts. Keim, F 0 7 7 Rutter, F 1 1 O O Zeiders, F 0 0 0 Hotenstein, F.t . . 2 3 (Hibbs). F 1 0 o 4 Will. C 0 0 0 Klinepeter, C., 0 0 0 Coulter, G 0 0 0 Mogei, G 0 0 0 Crawford, G 0 0 0 Murphy, G 0 0 0 Adams, S. C 0 0 0 Stedfole, S. C.. 0 0 0 Totals, . . . 1 7 9 Totals 3 4 10 Time—Four 10-minute quarters; Referee—Wiert z; Timor- —Ickes: Scorers- Heckert and Wilson. The girls won their biggest victory on January 5. from the Marysville High school girls by the score of 17-2. The Newport girls played rings around the M. H. S. girls and all the N. H. S. girls starred. Keim was high scorer for Newport, while all the other girls did their share in win ning the game. Doan, the Marysville center, scored the one and only field goal for her team. The scores were N. H. S. F.G. Fl.G. Pts. M. H. S. F.G. FI.G. Pts. Klinepeter, F...... 0 0 0 Brady, F............. 0 0 THE BLUE AND WHITE 23 (Zeiders), F.. . 1 • 0 2 Myers, F 0 0 0 Hibbs, F. 3 0 6 Doan, C 1 0 2 Keim. C 1 1 9 Cessna, G 0 0 0 Hombach, G., . 0 0 0 Roberts, G , 0 0 0 Murphy, (� ., .. 0 0 0 — Totals, . .. 8 1 17 Totals 1 0 2 Time -Four 10-minute quarters; Referee—Wertz; Scorers —Milligan and Kennedy; Timer Doner. Miss Robison “Where did the French nobles live? Rolland Miller—“In abundance. Miss Rrandt, In Civics class—“For tomorrow. I want you to find out what has happened in Senate during the past week.” James (in an undertone)- “I mind my own business.’’ Myrlle- “Boo, hoo! Don threw a cake at me—one that I baked myself. too.” Eva— The monster! He might have killed you.” Mr. Ebersole, in Biology—“What is hay. Randolph?” Randolph—“Hay, I guess.’’ Mr. Ebersole - Yes, but what is it before it becomes hay?” Randolph— Oh, wheat.” Prof.—“Will you please name the presidents of the United States.” Freshie—“Sorry, sir, but their parents beat me to it.” 24 THE BLUE AND WHITE Mr. Ebersole—“What color is ment'oned In this description? Ray—“Pale.” Mr. Ebersole—“That is no color. If you go to the hardware ston and ask for ‘pale’ you won’t get it.” Ruth—“Oh, yes. you will. I bought a pail there this morning.” Tink—“This provokes me. I feel like swearing. Pauline—“Why don’t you?” Tink—“Oh. I wouldn’t swear before you.” Pauline—“Well then I’ll do it first.” Jerry—“Say, Drue, I had something to tell you fora week (weak) back.’’ Drue—“What, is it?” Miss Brandt, in Latin class -“What. English w'ord comes fiom ‘cupio (desire) ?” Pupil—“Cupid.” Miss Brandt, (hesitatingly)-“Yes, the object of a desire. 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