Northeast High School - Record Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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Theres 'Wildemore and Ascough, who taught us while Fresh and green To make boxes, joints and tincups-Qh, no, sprinkling cans, I mean. Next those brave and doughty warriors, Messrs. Gumphert and Roselle, Taught us smithing, pattern making, and wood turningifor a spell. Mr. Gumphert is a hero of a most unusual sort, I-Iis language is a rainstorm, mixed with many a bark and snort. Doc Roselle, upon the other hand, is rarely heard to speak, But he's happy when he has a chew of baccy in his cheek. Then the boys! some come from Fishtown, Frankford also Sends a band: lack Homiller is a native of that wild and barb'rous land. Then theres tiny Teddy Bradbury, in his mortar board and gown, I-Ie's a product of that wondrous land, the land of Germantown. There is Kelsey Ritner Wfalling, who goes round the same wild parts I-Vith Dan Cupid as his partner, making hash of ladies, hearts, There are boys who deal inscience, electricity and stuff, Such as Dear Electric W'ilbraham, whos a rooster old and tough. There is Wfoods, the undertaker, with his sad and solemn face, And our dear friend Sammy Wfexler, the embodiment of grace. Let the people talk of bygone days and classes that were then, Did they have any heroes to compete with our great men? Did they have any warriors like Brummy or like Dill? Did any one but Fletcher ever speak with Fletchers trill? Did you ever see as fine a child as Baby Gouldy there? Did you ever see a shade of red like that in I-Iorner's hair? Wfere we ever anywhere where we weren't Iohnnies-on-the-spot? XVill there ever be a class like us again? VVelll I guess not. XNe're leaving North East now. Its walls will soon know us no more. One last whiff-whack forthe Red and Black,and the boys of naughty-four. 29

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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,

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THE PRQWIFIECY gig-.l,, 'J ITI-I a single drop-of ink for a mirror Egyptian sorcerers undertake to 'H 1 'f reveal to any chance comer far-reaching visions of the past or future. J m e Q Wfith this drop of ink at the point of my pen I shall endeavor to , X 1 penetrate the future. S Q EW Silence! Silence! 'Tis the hour of the deepest hush of night, invisible, intangible. Clouds of sleep brood over the city. Sleep! XNhat is sleep ?!' Forgetfulness. Aye, it may be so, and perhaps this boon is granted to children and hard worked diggers of the soil. To most of us, however, the rest on our pillows is merely for form's sake, and we only doze and dream and think and Oh! the entanglements of perpetual thought. It seems years since I slept well, but what of that? No one sleeps well now-a- days, and as my tired eyelids refuse to perform their mission, I, like the rest, Think, Think, Think. But what of thoughts? Ah! They are busy with my classmates. VVe are about to pass out of school life into 1ife's school. And the future. infill I be able to foretell its successes and failures? But why speak of failure? Only success can attend the members of the Class of 1904. ' As I thus meditate I am conscious of a heavy whirring sound. It seems as though a mighty propeller is forging a great ocean Vessel to its port of destination. As I rush to the window to investigate the cause of this unusual sound, my eyes are almost blinded by an intense Hash of light which illuminates my room and which seems to pro- ceed from a great searchlight. As I peer through the semi-darkness, I discern the outline of a mighty airship that has anchored in the trees surrounding my home. A smaller vessel, cigar-shaped and resembling a huge shuttle, has left the side of the ship and is descending rapidly to ward me. In a few minutes it reaches my window, and a voice exclaims: I-Iasten, G Prophet! Wfe are to journey into the year 11130. Embark, and thou wilt find those with whom thy thoughts 'have held conversef' As I step into the shuttle-shaped car, my conductor smiles and says 2, You don't know me. I am Serguson -authority on shuttles, and this is my patented auto-shuttle car, warranted to weave more highly colored fan-- cies in the brain of him that rides in it than anything flying through space. 30