Northeast High School - Record Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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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'

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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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He is skittish and unruly, and he bounces round the school Like a miniature grasshopper, though we strive to keep him cool. But just think. He runs the Glee Club, leads the Dutch band, teaches Tries to prove to them that study's not a weariness to flesh, And his cranium swells so quickly, he's kept busy changing hats, So is it any wonder that his belfry's full of bats? The next one of this company is Johnnie Wlildemore, XVho succeeded Dickey Mich in holding down the office floor. He did the only crazy thing that Dickey never tried, By trotting to the altar to receive a blushing bride. The next office boy was Chorlton, whom wherever I may go, I'll remember as the picture of unutterable woe. One day a feeble smile upon his features was discerned, And the next day was the morning on which Baltimore was burned. Last, largest, and longest of thc office boy brigade, VVas Brachold, he who speaketh like a distant cannonade. His voice is distant, there can be no doubt upon that score, For our darling Henry's talker is some ten feet from the floor. Then Dr. Robb, the man whose weight makes our old building i They are building us a new one and it's chiefly for his sake. And there was one who should have been among us here to-day, shake, Wlho in his youth and vigor, all too soon, was called away. All the best there is in manhood in his character did blend, And we felt, in Mr. Detwiler, we each had lost a friend. Then there's that man of mystery, Odenatt is his proud name, The amazement of the Freshmen and the terror of the same. They revere him as the man who makes the dynamo go round, In whose room large boxes of electricity are found. XVith thoughts of ghosts and Indian fights the Freshmen's C1'Z111ll11HSlCL'lll, VVhen a hoaxing Senior sends them there for buckets full of steam. 28 Fresh,