South Hills High School - Lives Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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6 THE SESAME sports, true hearts and good fellowship which now prevails at South Hills High School. Let High Standards of our Alma Mater become a pass word and may we in the future look back and feel that each one of us have contributed something to its sup- port. EN COURAGEMENT T0 FRESHMEN Have you contrasted a Senior's idea with a Freshman's idea of his four High School years? The Freshman looks at it as an un- ending period of time. Four years-think of it. The goal is so far away and it seems like a year from one report period to the next. But the Senior as he looks over the four happy years, even though he has had to work hard and burn a little midnight electricity, realizes that the time has been entirely too short. The Freshman looks for- ward to his High School career joyously, but with an inward feeling that it will be four years of hard work and constant grinding, the Senior looking back has a vision of four of the happiest years he has yet known. So hear, Freshmen, what the wise Senior says: First of all it's a great thing to be a High School student, enjoy everything con- nected with it, E's included, you may need an E to put you on the right track. But to have the keenest enjoyment of one's High School days means work. Latin con- jugations, Algebra equations, Historical facts and rules of English cannot be mastered in a minute. They do not come as medicine to be taken in large or small quantities as pre- scribed, but every lesson well prepared be- comes a part of us and what a feeling of real power we have when we know that we have come off victorious. Just as in athle- tics. No football player ever was a star the day he first appeared on the field. He had to work hard and earnestly. He had to know O 0: -18, 8379 1545 C5356 - I J the signals, not partially, but completely and perfectly or he never would have been able to make fine plays. So why not be just as enthusiastic about the game of learning as we are about football. People may not be in the grand stand rooting quite so loudly for us as they do for the football stars yet the echoes of a well rounded High School course sound far into the future success of a young man or a young woman. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Pleasure mixed with study is essen- tial for a complete and well-rounded High School life. Go in for everything, athletics, dramatics, debating, and social activities. Above all get a lot of school spirit, it's the thing that acts like a match to a pile of dry straw. It starts things and keeps them moving. Each day you come to old South Hills you'll like it more and when at last you are a Senior you will be so fond of it that there will be sorrow mixed with the joy of graduation-for graduation means leaving our own South Hills High School. Discouragement is a treacherous thing if you let it conquer you. Don't let it for- Though you are beaten to earth. What's that? Come up with a smiling face It's nothing against you to fall down flat But to lie there-that's the disgrace. Nothing that is worth while and lasting has ever been accomplished in a short space of time or without some sacrifice and labor. The cheap plaster-paris covered shells of the parade day are not like the carefully carved and enduring marble statuary of the Mu- seum. Work and patience are certainly essen- tial to success. You want to be successful, of course you do, so do we as we go out into our new life. And success both in school life and in the business world is a matter not so much of talent or opportunity as of concentration and perseverance. 9 SYEWLK Q66 P f? m 653 gay 1 I ISV F Gu gf' E534 ' .--. 9 -4 UQ 1 NXQA 1 . 'L J' 5. M . Q-.. ' 2 ' I . :qixdk F3 .Q 5 , pq , -..,f is Q, , Li avg , I Iv , 1 All--'DQ tful 411511 9 iv 5 9, 21 . i4y5. n5 WW ,Q . 1 , Slam!! QL! we ,. .. ljqggj 1 1 Qj e all . ' i' 5' 3' ,539 , 'F ,,

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8 THE SESAME The door bell sounded and re-echoed, bringing her to her feet. A lump rose to her throat. Suppose Big Dan had been hurt-he was in Pittsburgh on the story of the nitro plant explosion. She smoothed her hair and reassuring her- self that no doubt it was only the neighbor's boy, she crossed the room. She stepped back as she saw the erect figure of a middle-aged woman in mourning, framed in the doorway. She switched on the light, and greeted the stranger wonderingly. The woman stepped forward and explained herself as a wanderer sent by the suburban innkeeper to her home because of the crowd- ed inn. The good man had told her that she was alone, save for the baby, and might no doubt take her in. Marie thought quickly-the big doctor bill, the slowly diminishing cupboard supplies and big Dan's shabby suit. Yes, Marie told her, you may stay. I'm alone and I like company. How long will you be with me ? Marie hung the neat black hat on the back of a chair. . Ten days or so. I'm at present without a home and in need of rest, she smiled, a twinkle in her kind blue eyes. Come with me. I was mending, and mending draws one closer to the other than a formal call, yes, Mrs- ? Burns, the woman answered promptly, following her to the living room. I would like to see your baby. My baby by all means. He's getting his teeth, and they come quite hard. However, I watch him carefully. And so began the friendship between Marie and Mrs. Burns. The daily bath of Danny was disputed. Each spoiled him in her own way. His bright little smile and quicker tears brought them closer together. They were becoming at-- tached to each other. Marie felt the pain in her heart when the day of parting drew near, and Mrs. Burns hid her tears in the nape of Da,nny's damp little neck. The night before she left Marie told her story. And so, she ended, I have never seen my husband's mother. Sometimes I hate her! But she is his mother-and my little son's grandmother. Oh, it isn't fair- it isn't fair! Why should she hate me? What have I done ? Marie turned her blanched face to Mrs. Burns. Suppose, dear little mother, the other's quiet tone went on, your Danny would fall in love with a chorus girl. Would you be willing to give him to her-to see your hopes for him trampled on ? She took the tremb- ling Marie into her arms. The young mother had not seen it in just that light. Slowly she answered: I-I-don't know-if she-were good, she argued, I should not care. But suppose Big Dan's mother did not know you as I do? Suppose she thought you were only seeking the Voorhees millions. Can't you see the hurt of Big Dan's mother ? Tears were in Marie's voice: Oh, I know, Mrs. Burns. I'll try to be patient if ' i' and some day she might learn to love me. 'Tm sure she will when she sees how fine you are and the boy. Everything will be like a story, Marie. The older woman kissed her. The next day she was gone. Marie, with Danny on her arm, waved to her as she rode away. The loneliness, the emptiness for Big Dan, for kind Mrs. Burns and I rather think, for her little mother back home, grieved Marie. Several days later Big Dan arrived, and was all interest when Marie told about her guest. When the white woolly dog was brought out, Big Dan gave a surprised Gosh! and speculated as to its cost. 'Not under two, Dan-imagine! It would have bought our meat for a week-we are be- coming plutocratic, dear boy! She brushed Danny's little cheek against her own and set- tled herself for a comfy reunion. The following noon-an unheard of time for Big Dan's appearance-he came hurrying up the walk. Snatching the startled Marie in his arms, he commanded her to read the open letter in his hand. She took the letter, dazed, and read: Boston, My dear Boy and Girl: Forgive your mother, who did not under- gtgnd. I adore Marie, and think she is splen- 1 . Tell her I love her, and to accept the be- lated wedding gift that awaits her and hers with open doors in Beacon Street. Love to you and Marie and my grandson. Mother. P. S. Tell Marie your father slept with his hands crossed. Marguerite V. Bahmer, Grade 1OB. Qalealeali