South High School - Oriole Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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- Q .Q Q 5 D ' Q Sa ew ss? .Q WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF- Emma lireitweiser did not come to school looking neat? George Coleman were not star of the football games? .-Xnna Daszynycz wanted to boh her hair? Sophia Duda was anxious to talk to all the fellows? lYayne Hollis did not huy the girls candy? Yera Eisele did not give good advice? john Eisele missed a dance? . Florence End did not have long hair? Allen McDonald did not have a group of girls around him? Rose Rosen did not want to come to all the social affairs? Rose Karpf would forget to smile? ' Gertrude Karpf did not always look pretty? Rose Silverstein did not kid the fellows? Ilella Shapiro came in time every morning? Calvin Rosser did not stare in his usual way. Stella Szymanski did not have her hair curled? Daisy Trbovitch missed a day of school? Milton Xveber was not elected when nominated? ' SROSU Roswz, 12-1. 'J 7,:,7...- ... SUCH IS LIFE Down hy the river lived the Grays. Their house was little and the furniture in it old-fashioned and' plain. Father Gray was a fisherman. He worked at this trade from his early boy- hood and enjoyed every minute of his work. The dancing and dashing of the waves were a delight to him. His home was his shrine. but the ocean was his idol. He felt an ecstasy of joy when he was lifted up by a dancing wave, then lowered and carried away into the open, boundless distance. Mother Gray, however, was confined to the little house and worked from sunrise to dark, trying to make ends meet. Arthur, their son, a handsome, young boy was already a sophomore in college, and Muriel, their daughter, a sweet, blooming girl of sixteen, was a junior in high school. The neighbors often wondered how the Grays managed to send their children to school, with their means of living being so scanty. But it is very simple: Arthur, a very brilliant and active boy, naturally worked his way through school: and Muriel-well, her going to school was not a great expense. They both got along well in their studies, but poor Muriel was very unhappy in spite of the fact that she was the brightest girl in her class, One Friday afternoon she came home from school and with a desperate Oh mother! I quit V' she sat down in a chair and began to cry. The mother bewil- dered, said: Child, what happened, tell me, what happened? After a great deal of soothing and patting the mother got her to speak. Mother, she said, I can not go on like this. My heart breaks when I see the other girls dress so well and have such good timesg and me! 'I am a wall-Hower everywhere. I have never gone to one party or dance. Her voice was rising with every word she said and she continued: The girls never speak to me and they make the boys laugh at me. I hate the school and everybody in it. I am going to quit,'! she cried savagelyf' and I donlt want to see anybody, never, never! I hate the world. The mother listened, not quite understanding what Muriel meant, because previous to this day she seemed the happiest of girls. She always hoped for a good time in her school experience but it never came. Page Eightcezz

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5 1' ' iifcsla We FOUR HAPPY YEARS The dreary, cold. dull fifth of February 15321, was a turning point in the lives of the two little girls-sisters. For on that dreary day, with a spirit as dreary as the weather, they entered South High School. They were indeed green freshies, too green to burn. perhaps the greenest that ever entered the halls of our school, They were green in every respect, especially in the language. With trembling lips and rapidly beating hearts they entered the office. Here they were confronted by the principal who asked what course they wished to take. Poor little ufreshiesl' what did they know about courses. Besides, how could they tell him what they wanted when it was so difficulty for them to express their thoughts in English. Finally. after a great deal of explanation on the part of the principal, they decided to pursue the academic course. Then the fun began. They were asigned to room 16. A senior girl, who escorted them to that room. seemed to them a very angel. Upon entering, the exalted senior said, Mr. Steele. l have brought you something newfl It was new. indeed, new in this country. The girls were given books. and told to follow their schedules. But, poor things, what did they know about schedules. just imagine how they fared that day! They did not dare ask anyone for information for fear of being ridiculed because of their broken English. So they wandered from room to room, always entering the wrong one. Discouragement. almost despair. began to grow: for they felt that amid such a large group of students they were alone, forlorn, helpless. That evening they decided that the handicap was too great,-everything seemed to go wrong. The only .possible way out was to quit school. But they did not quit, for some reason of other. Day after day, they went on and wan- dered through the halls like in a dream, seeing and hearing things which they could hardly believe. Like a ray of sunshine, suddenly entering a dark place, were the words of the principal. Ylias it possible that the principal came into a recitation class and made his way toward the sisters. He asked them how they were getting along and told them to come to the office if they needed any help. He gave a few words of encouragement and departed. The girls were left in a daze. It was his kindness, his tact, his encouragement that carried the little sisters to the place they have now reached. The teachers have been unusually kind and they, too, had a share in bringing about the sisters' happiness. The school that just a few weeks ago had been a cold. f1'iendless institution, now became a radiant home, a place of happiness, a place where only kindness, friends. and cheerful smiles could be found. Now, as arrilted seniors themselves, the two sisters wish to say to those who have just entered our school: Keep up your courage. If ever you come near despair, just think of the little freshie', sisters. ' Unhappy must be the boy or girl who misses the opportunity of spending four years in this 'Palace of Learning. I -Rose Kmffvf, 12-1. -G. Karpf, 12-1. Page .Sicvoliteen

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H 5 ' Q efggfwsa - Q Father Gray came home as usual with the expectation of his quiet evening chat with his family, but lo! how disappointing. XYith all his kind and soothing words he could not quiet the despairing Muriel who persisted in her idea of not going back to school. llut Arthur promised to take her to parties and dances, thus persuading her to go to school next Monday. A dreary, dull day that was indeed. On her way to school she formed a plan. She decided to be just like the girls in her class: mean, selfish, false, proud-but here she stopped. Proud of what 7, she asked herself. I have nothing that the other girls have. But I will help myself, she thought. I will she almost said aloud as she entered the school building. S She came home this evening with a queer disposition. She didn't help her mother as usual but lingered around. Suddenly in a commanding voice she said: Mother, I must have new dresses. a coat, and gloves. Other girls have them. I must have these and you can buy them because you have money. NVell, she was right: mother had money. She had been saving for many a year in order that they might be able to buy a comfortable house when the children grew up. But here was Muriel wanting all these things, and poor mother went and bought them to make her girl happy. But how was she to re- place the money she had borrowed from the home treasury? Well, here is how she did it: She began to do laundry work at home and some evenings she worked in a restaurant. , Muriel saw her mother working herself to death but she didn't care. She asked for more things and she got them. She was the best dressed girl in her class and she became very popular. She went to all the parties and dances but her real school work was being neglected. Shel spent more time curling her hair and powdering her face than studying. Her mother regarded her with amazement. but she was glad that Muriel was happy. One afternoon after a school dance Muriel rushed into the house as happy as a bird, but alas! her happiness ended right there. She entered the house and looked for her mother. Not finding her in the room, she rushed upstairs into her mother's bedroom. XVith a start she ran to the bed where her mother lay as white as a sheet. Her eyes were shut and her breathing low and irregular. Such a sight bewildered Muriel and she cried: Mother, mother dear, look at me, speak to me! But her mother lay unconscious, her breathing being the only sign of life. This fact frightened Muriel and she wept, kissed her mother, and cried for help. At last father came, Arthur arrived, and the doctor was summon- 'He said, f'Too much work and too much worry has caused this almost fatai breakdown, Wlith good care she would soon recover, he assured them. So it was. Muriel took care of her mother and as the days passed by and she sat by her mother's bedside watching her progress she thought: HI have found real, true happiness. My mother is getting better.. From now on I shall do my share of the work and try to make my mother happy. Real happiness comes from making others happy. 5? 36 55 I would like to have an UV, Said a Senior one day, But if I could get a 'IJ' I'Iow satisfied Ild be. -flmla Dassynycs, 12-1. , Page rVi7lUf6G11' Sp