Northeast High School - Record Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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One reads upon that manly brow what hard fate he has seen, Also those saddest words of tongue or pen, ft might have been. lt is not that hes overworked. Oh, no! From day to day Hes never seen to draw a thing. except, perhaps, his pay. There is another artist gent whose name is Mr. Heyl, Wfho looks as if he thought that living wasn't worth his while. For him we waste our pencils and likewise our India ink, And our morals and our tempers also wear away, I think. Making drawings of all sorts of engines, boilers, pumps and wheels Vlfhich look something like wire bird--cages, or baskets hlled with e Then there is a department which has filled our souls with awe, 'tis there that Georgie Firmin lives and layeth down the law. room is full of chemicals of every sort and kind. motto is, Wfho enters here must leave all hope beliinclf' F or His His els For him we make all sorts of fumes, which make our stomachs sink. For the fellow gets the highest mark who makes the greatest stinkg And all the time our dear friend George doth stand beside his chair. Unmindful of the clammy smells that hll the poisoned air, Unminclful of the bursting test tubes, with their crash ai Unmindful of the sufferings of the boys of naughty-four. Immortal George! For he must be of more than human For no mere human being could exist in such a place, But understand :-we do not claim for him celestial state, His love for sulph'rous fumes a different place would indicate. Then Mr. Moore, who always wears a look of great fatigue, id roar, race, Ambassador to Fishtown from the Anti-Smoking League. Close on his heels tread four great men, the wisest of their kind. The first is Nr. Michener. He of the mighty mind. The Prince of cheap mrsicians, and the King of office boys, XVho gets up chapel music-Uh, pardon-chapel noise- 27

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His jokes are moss-grown relics of a pre-historic day, Wlhich are still the rage in Frankford, from us theylve passed away. Such is the march of progress, and you'c1l better bear in mind That places such as Frankford can't help being left behind. 'Ne pass along. and enter soon a grim, mysterious lair, Full of dangerous contraptions. Dr. Stradling reigneth there. On a high and lofty platform doth the warlike Stradling stand, Holding forth on static currents, his red note hook in his hand. Giving some saw-dusting seniors scraps of scientinc news, Then giving them the dickens just because they blow a fuse. Now Doctor Beaman. Qh, for words to praise brave Dinger's name. From Chestnut Hill to Fishtown wild has spread our Dutchman's fame. He loves his pretzels and his krout, he loves his lager beer, But oh! He does not love the Class of naughty-four, I fear. l-le did his best to teach them Dutch, and what can man do more? But alas, he did not reckon with the Class of naughty-four. j .-Xnd some of us went wandering out to learn to talk zee French, From a man with a marv'lous name which made our jaw bones wrench He taught us how to parley vooand how to make a bow, And how he raises chickens and the way to milk a cow. Then theres a skinny little man, whose name is Mr. Wficks, lVith a melancholy Visage. His employment is to mix EX lot of lines and angles in an awful tangled mess v :Xnd when he has them all wound up he wishes us to guess Nlfhy angle this, is angle that, and why this line is here, And many more mysterious things which nll our souls with fear. Our taste for things artistic was inspired by Mr. Pfeil, A solemn looking person, with a sad and mournful smile XVhich spreads across his features like a cloud across the sun, And makes him look more solemn yet tif that same can be donej. 26 ,ji . - r 1 ff f X in aww IW! vi V! fgj-lfifdaifgfgflif I XM xx -I RR? riJ X th ll! ll Vi! H f X l X X x N 4 '-E . ' 4 , .I '45 fy if , ' j i ,.-' ,!Q49: 1!x t ' me i1u,.!j -. - 14 5 I j'Ii,,.5:j: A ?i1 ff 7. , J , fj,,l.':,,-ki, 1 j , ,,, ', , ,-' Nlvf,-1,-'-x ' .ljfy ,,1jQw .I I-bi1.:5gjl,'.f . iiij '-M ' ,Q jury f ,Q LM- ., ,l,u::'tx A, X A f ' is af. 'uf'l-lllxt :X f s 4 f ' f ' ' lt, ll .1 if jj, y a XX xg, u X ,mf X '29 f'f-. ik, .pf f X ,jlfff ,ff if f'2 'I 'A Q- at Z A - fi. --b ' T L ,:Q 'lliullj' -- -U lt?- -.... ' tal,' linl 'C gi , lj lXf.3V.- E 'ima ? , ' l ill I ill: 9' Q' ix, MR. WICKS

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He thinks the boys as good as they know him to be, I guess, Now there, I'Ve gone and said I guess and Doctor Lem's clown The wise and wary Wfhitaker, for him I do not care. J there, For I have got my last report, his Nfs can't harm me now. I've reached the age when I can murder English anyhow. I-Sut he'll go on exhorting Fresh to cease the use of ain't, And talking about Shakspere whom he thinks should be a saint, And wrestling with excuses, stale as Mrs. Vanhorn's rolls, From boys who flunkecl their chapel speech, imperiling their souls. Saint Vincent Brecht will lend a hand to help these works along, Although I fear young Vincent's life is all in his moustache, For hair-oil, vaseline and grease he uses his spare cash. In spite of all the care he takes it doesnlt seem to thrive, It costs him half his salary to keep the thing alive. So you see he's weak and sickly, for, you know, it takes his strength just to try to make that whisker grow to any decent length. From hairless youth we now will pass to Very hairy men, So let us now, in fancy, visit Mr. Fords grim den. You'll notice first, as round the walls you turn your wandering gaze, Some geometric drawings which we made in Freshmen days: Some people think these things are charms, or magic dark and weird, But really they're just photographs of Doc Lycurgus! beard. I'Ie filled our minds with horror, and our hearts with dread and fear, And made us weary of our lives all through our Freshman year. I-Ie comes from Frankford, that resort of people fierce and wild, So 'tis no wonder that he horrifies the Freshmen mild. Que more wild man from Frankford round our school ofhciates. His name is Moyer, and his business is to cram our pates NVith algebra, surveying, trig., and now and then a joke. And how to tell a maple tree from one thats made of oak. 25 VINCILNT BRIQCIVI'