Northeast High School - Nor Easter Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

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Ii .. V f o 1 Q1 ,A sein-'ra--wr.spa ' 1-'H ff'f MU.. .W 4 - --iff.:-H ...E-fee' 'M' - ' 1-'-- --1J---- - -' -5.:i::a:-1-..:4 ...:.,. , ..-a--f,.-- v - -- . - - zo OID' C-ZHSIQI? house that is always sung of in songs. But this is not thinking home. If you have that kind of a picture in your mind you are not thinking home, you are thinking house. The English language is the only one that makes a distinction between the two words, house and home. The French say, a la maison -at the house. The Spaniards say casa, which means house or dwelling. The Italians say a casa --at the house-U and so on. iThere is always the word for house intermingling, but never a word to distinguish the mortar from the mortal. Gur two great Presidents, Wash- ington and Lincoln, a time-worn com- parison, are best known to cite as an example that the 'exterior of the building, the house, is not important, but the atmosphere of the interior, the home. If the birth places of these two men had been chosen as repre- sentatives of the' men, surely the Liberator would never have risen to the rank of highest official of this powerful nation. Henry Van Dyke says: Every house where Love abides And friendship is a guest Is surely home, home, and home sweet For there the heart can rest. . Truly A this ualize ' home all . mother. solicitous of your , whims. ally , prefers school . , than many, times, is so, for when you vis- you see perhaps. first of ,Mother that .is forever your.wants and even of Why is it a ,girl gener- -to ago, home right ,after to remain?,. She stays but she would rather be at -home,-',.If you would ask. her she would most, ,likely giver you some vague reply such as, Oh, I clon't know., I just, feel as if. I'm through work for that day when I get home. But, intruth, ,she comes back where the heart can rest. . a . . The, childwalways has aninstinctive fC11dC11Cy to go home,,when he is tired Of 2lUY Q'Kl1e1' place. :When he is hurt l1C.1'U11S fiYSL.'CO The maker. of the home -mother. But, perhaps, he feels as William Pitt felt when he said, The poorest man may in his cottage defy all the forces of the crown. It may be frail, its roof may shake, the wind may blow through it, the storms may enter-the rain may enter-but the King of England cannot enter. All his forces dare not cross the threshold of a ruined tenement. A child receives his first impressions of the world at home. He copies the elders of his home, and if one of them says an action is all right, it is un- questionably correct for him. He will say, Mother says I may, or Auntie said so, or again, VVell, Dad said it -so there l and so on indefinitely, always quoting his home authority. We form habits from actions the most often repeated. So, do we form our character by the places which we frequent the most. But, according to the definition, home is one's principal seat of habitation so it is natural to conclude that our characters are formed at home. Students, and even men and women are loathe to believe this, namely, that they are a repre- sentative of what their home is. But, once one fathoms their innermost thoughts, it is invariably so. When the word home is pronounced it has been known to work wonders. During the World VVar soldiers tell how little tremors and shivers would course through them at the mere men- tion of the word that symbolized all that they were fighting to preserve. Many times a criminal will confess on hearing it spoken. Ofttimes in old age tears will dim the eyes in' recall- ing fond memories of home. And what person has not been home-sick during some time in his life? Thus, and in many more ways, has this sim- ple word affected the nervous system. But, all this is an earthly cinema of the word home. When a man of the business or traveling world says he is going home, or back to the home- town, he refers to the place where everyone knows him. That is, the place that has watched his advance. and recorded his failures, here he pa til qu ba thi pr hi: fri afl lif all tO Ca fl Ii V 'I Y 'I I I if I l I I

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: vic- 'sses, Ll the laves fields sion, iorse man- lder- came from r her Jther been had ther ! Lali T Lliza- 1son, 'hose ed. We forty 1ight 1 the and at in Lgain lark- the ere ! Lddle found gone ! ving! -oh, when sobs +n of , the man loary .earn- on. you Your with OP' QHSTQF 19 Summer's Farewell. NORMA MILLER, '21, Soft' stealing thru the corn a spirit came- The moonlight touched a heap of whithered leaves, And as the spirit passed, they glowed with life And rustled softly 'neath the nod- ding sheaves. The spirit paused, and gently laid its hand Upon the brown leaves in the silver light And then passed on, the soft, cool zephyr sighed' As silently the form slipped out of sight. Along the highway, dry, stiff golden- rod Bowed down in sadness as the spirit passed VVith slow and silent melancholy step, Where once spring's hoyden winds had traveled fast. Deep in the silence of the great dark wood, The spirit sought and looked, but all in vain, A Nowhere was there a single flower alive, just deadened stalks washed by the Autumn rain. Then, in despair, out to the open plain The spirit wandered in the lonely g night, But e'en the grass was sear and dry and dead, And chill was the moonbeams' clear white light. 'c The zephyr moaned, the spirit was alone, Alone, and in a world where all had died! The spirit shuddered, for the night was cold, And drear brown Autumn guarded every side. Home. MARY KLAVETER. The institution of the home has been in existence since the beginning of time. God made the first home for Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. But this home wasn't a success be- cause there was not unity-one was pure, and the other was sinful-so God banished them. But a semblance of the home continued through the ages until God gave us-perhaps as a model -a perfect home, the one of Joseph, Mary, and the Christ. From the first, their quarters were low and humble, but there was so much interior love, purity and obedience that there was no need of an ornamental exterior. The true home of today should be patterned after that home as much as possible. There must be complete understanding and unison, the chil- dren must be obedient, and the pax'- ents forceful, patient and pure as is+ in mortal's power to be, else it is not a true home. But, even if all these: requisites do not exist, there are, at least, enough of-them to make that word dear to every human heart. There are many scenes that come to one's mind when the word home is spoken. There is the visualization, heightened by an accompanying emo- tion. Webster says, Home pertains to one's dwelling or country, one's prin- cipal seat or habitation? If one thinks of this version in connection with the word, imagine how many pictures- could be drawn. There would be the tenement house, the mansion, the average, house and the proverbial. - ' 'rf'-'-' --M-'-'-v--var-pw an.m...1ga:,.:-:ma 'Tf:.3f w.:l F- :..--,.., . .- v - - - : 'kg 1,

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The defy may wind 5 may t the All :shold ssions is the them s un- e will xuntie laid It aitely, Tity. .s the form ch we ing to ncipal ral to s are l even ielieve repre- But, :rmost munced inders. rs tell would : men- :ed all zserve. less on in' old recall- And ie-sick Thus, is sim- ystem. -:ma of of the ays he home- where is, the dvance. :re he JN I or' easter? 21 passed from boyhood to manhood un- til he was prepared to battle and con- quer the world. Then, when he comes back to the village or even the farm, the villagers, or country-folk, are proud of him and rejoice with him in his triumph. But we cannot change from mortal to immortal, as Jupiter, and so regulate our passings in this life. Qur body is not a home, only an inng so sometime we must return to the other sphere from whence we came: Q As trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home. So says Wordsworth. So we must go back to that home sometime-not our terrestrial home, but one that is infinitely built. There we will meet everyone that has known us, par- doned us, helped us, and read us, not only by our actions but our very thoughts. And when we come to that home we will meet everyone and know Him,.as we could never hope to do here. And then, as Wordsworth says, we will be: Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred spirits of heaven and home. The Old and the New West. FRANCES MARY PALLISTER, '22. In the mountains of the VVest, In that lofty place of rest, Where the dewy purple mist hangs over all, Touching valley, hill and sparkling waterfall, With its solitary gray. There the Whip-poor-will is calling From the pines, whose shadows fall- ing Like a far-off, misty curtain on a dream As they bend above the trickling, laughing stream. Where the sunbeams laugh and play, Play at hide and seek throughout the sighing trees. That give warning to the wandering gypsy breeze, When the crafty panther lurks, And the cat-lynx smiles and smirks And the rattler writhes itself among the reeds. I I-Iereithe cavemen used to dwell In their damp and dusky cell. Here the Indians used to lurk Silent in their savage mirth, As a deer would come to drink At some fatal water's brink, While nearby his death hid in the weeds. Now the white men roam these hills With the same mysterious thrills That the Indians felt in far-off days of old, VVhen some warrior strong and bold Would, by campfire's ruddy glow, Tell of deeds of long ago. The same sun shone overall, The same stars gleamed at night, The moon with her silvery glow Changes darkness into lightg She looks down upon us all, Her children great and small, As in those far-off days of old, The days of Indian warriors bold.