Northeast High School - Record Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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' CLASS DAY OFFICERS Wright. Pod Mi!ler. Pl'l'Sl llll'I' Knapp Ilfslurinu Chapin, I'1'0plzr7l Bradbury. I'1'L'sidL'lrl Graham. Cknsm

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given a private car, Mr. Robb said, not so much for our benefit as for that of the other passengers. The three days in XfX'ashington were quickly gone, and almost before, we had gotten over the feeling of importance which shaking hands with Teddy Roosevelt had given us it was time to turn home. Did we have fun? just ask the proprietor of the hotel at which we stopped. After this every one was busy hustling around to remove conditions or trying to prevent getting them so that there was little time left for anything else. Thus our history nears its end. Yes, the history of the Class of 1904 is all but hnished. Yet a little while and our life here will be ended. A new Senior Class is coming up to take the place so shortly to be vacated by us, while we must pass out into the world to fight the stern battle of life as best we may. For three years we have associated here at Northeast: for three years we have worked side by side, sharing common hardships, bearing common burdens. ln that time we have come to understand, to sympathize with each other, to feel that our classmates form an integral part of our existence. In that time we have become bound into one compact, sympathetic body by the bonds of constant association and friendship. But now, just as we begin to really know each other, we must part. Wie have reached the point where eventually all trails must end, the parting of the ways. W'e stand at the cross roads for a moment, our farewells are said, and we plunge for- ward, each on his own separate path. From now on our paths diverge, from now on we will grow apart more and more, until in a little while we will have lost sight of one another completely. But no matter how widely divergent our paths may become, no matter how completely we may lose sight of our old companions, yet we will still have Memory for our friend, and he is a friend who will never 'fail us. In after years, even though we may be weighted down by cares and troubles, yet by summoning memory to our aid we can escape the cares of the present and lose ourselves among the joys of the past. Memory will call up to us familiar faces long forgotten, and enable us to live over with him once more the three rich, full, golden years of joy and happiness spent at Old Northeast. And now the curtain descends upon the history of the Class of 19041 'fi 22

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l 1,...u..,a-ga... ,1 Q g ilwix x I .fi a,af240W Q A f - A ' t s REE! 4' X 6, A CNN, all ye worthy citizens and all your worthy wives, ' 11 Remember poets are not eats, and havenlt got nine lives. . J 'I So if I ehanee to say something with which you don't agree, fpr 'cg Pray vent your spite on someone else and do not punish meg V' 5 V - For if you ehanee to murder me and leave me in my gore, Oh! W'ho would then be poet for the Class of naughty-four? So if you'll promise to abstain from violence and strife, And leave me in possession of my liberty and life, I'll try to tell you some of our Professor's funny ways, And you will know the sort of men with Whom we spent our days. Most potent, grave and Reverend, our Principal stands first, A kind and worthy pedant, for Northeast's weal aye athirst. School-spirit, Northeast honor, and the chap who didn't pay For the drinking glass he shattered, are his themes from day to dav You'd think he was religious, but he tells our mothers lies. He says that we are angels getting ready for the skies, He says that liie's a heaven below at N. E. M. T. S. 24