Swarthmore High School - Spotlight Yearbook (Swarthmore, PA)

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3 in-Q. juniors listi-n to Jann-t's Mrs. Mathews expounds to 11901. tm., and away wt go history ri-port. senior English class. A CIOOICS TOUR OF SYY.-XR'l'HNIORli HIGH SCHOOIJ' As the sun rises slowly over the tennis courts and the moon fades behind the parking lot, our little ship glides slowly toward the pleasant isle of Eromhtraws. As we draw near, we are met by a buzz of activity and the hum of many voices. Enraptured, we beach our craft and soon fall in with a group of young natives who are sadly wending their way toward the central structure of this island paradise. We enter this forbiding build- ing and follow our noses to a room innocently labeled Home Economics, where native girls are offering up burnt sacrifices to the gods, in hope ol obtaining husbands. In terror, we break away from these proceedings, and hastily climb a stairway. which is betlccked with the sayings of tribal sages, to a hut, where what appears to be the tribal witch-doctor is busily engaged in instructing backward native boys in the intricacies of in- clined plane and ionic dissociation. The great man's prestige is indicated by a medal that he wears, mysteriously inscribed with the Ad-lai. We are envied by the entire group as we casually take our leave. Passing thc tribal hut of Papi Yo-cum, we over hear Papi himself, instructing a bunch of urchins in the use of such incantations as circular file, as it were, and so to speak, while simultaneously lecturing on the glorious past of the race. Oh well, in the words of Papi himself: Let sleeping dogs lie -and let us leave. Continuing down the path, we are startled to see a young maiden running tearfully out of a room from which eminates all manner of hoots and howls. She has obviously violated some jungle taboo and is now being exorcised from the tribe. The natives in this hut are beating out weird rhythms with desk lids and listening to Herr expound on the correct usage of the prepositive attributive position. Shaking our heads in be- wilderment we traipse on over to a large rectangular enclosure wherein resides the i'Chief. Inside, aproned youths are busily assembling wooden SlIHlllll Nolite conclamare

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Seated I. to r.: Elizabeth MeKie. Hanna K. Mathews. Mary Armstrong. Marguerite Seymour. Standing l. to r.' Jeanne Swift, Marion K. Becker. Anne H. Boulter, Irma E, Zimmer. Laura B. Palmer. Hllllllll Seated l. to 11: Henry li. Hofmann, Marion K. Beek- er. Frederick W. Yokum. Standing I. io r.: Nathan Bell, Marguerite A. Seymour. Harry E. Oppenlander. Seated 1. to rx: Elx'aS.Danit-ls. Claudia A. Hancock. Adeline Strouse. james F. Irwin. Stand. ing I. lo r.: Russell L. Snyder. Robert M. Holm. I. to r.: James A. Jamison. Harry E. Oppenlander. Walter Hall. Elizabeth K. Barton. L. to r.: Heli-nWisdom, Jean '1'.Reews. Dorothy E. Bateman Mrs. Arlin Campbell. Sturzdznlq I, In r.: Kflinrli-5 Kle-ininvr. .Xliw Willt-tts. Xiillztrtl Rolainfon. jnnnx Miller. lYnIti'rllz1ll. NN'illinm Rlwsv. Sfflffli I. I0 r.: Eu- gene- Duncan. Virginia .Xl- len. Not picturt-cl: Davicl lfatkins. 5:111-

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A S D I C Eek! a moving paramecium! foot stools, and brandishing trowel-like instruments, probably for war. We are considerably reassured, however, to find that these individuals are only having a shop class. Upon reentering the main building, we are almost run down by a crowd of youths and maidens racing to Algebra Il class. There, a familiar figure seems to be instructing them in the use of the binomial quadratic surcl. Suddenly the smell of formaldehyde assails our nostrils. Upon closer inspection we find students in the biology laboratory deeply engrossed in the vast social implications of the sex life of Tillandsia Usneoides. Shocked, we leave. Crossing the clearing we find ourselves in a long hall where Mrs. M. is chuckling gleefully at the obvious discomfort of her pupils. The latter have just been informed that none of them are proficient enough in gram- mar to graduate. Such strange customs! The bell rings-the natives rush out and a new group takes their place. The class now in session is known as Religious Seminar. The tribal elder, distinguished by the brightly colored silk neckpiece which he proudly wears, leads the group in the discussion of Monistic Pantheism and its effect on even more primitive religions. YVe are inexplicably over- come by a desire for sleep in this class and decide to leave in favor of the more peaceful library. Our dream of rest is suddenly shattered when we pass an irate Mrs. Boulter ruthlessly tracking down the lowest of all creaturesvhe who take out a reference book and does not return it in time. We watch this process with great fascination, but are jolted back into reality by the sound of our ship's bell. Vie had become so absorbed in observing the strange inhabitants of this jungle Utopia. that we had almost forgotten our vessel. Now, fearing that we might be left forever among these backward people, we rush to take our leave. As our ship sinks slowly in the West, we bid adieu to this isle ol' mystery and enchantment, and, secure in the knowledge that we will never return, we heap our blessings upon it, together with the hope that they will continue their native traditions for many years. Picasso -- Swarthmore High School style. 2