Warren G Harding High School - Echoes Yearbook (Warren, OH)

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The CAULDRON Nineteen Thirty-eight SCHOOL PATRIOTISM fllddress given to student body at Student Council Installation in November! Dale Bartholomew, Twelfth Grade -' - l , x . .. Patriotism is so xw 3 important be- l 1? p- ' cause it is a form ' . of loyalty-it is a X ' - K kind of natural S - Ly A f affection: a n d Z1 . H ' one who is lack- s .lab a l, ing in it seems to it gl , - i ,' S us to be like one ' 71 A ' T ' who is lacking in proper love or re- spect for his parents and the members of his family. This same sense of loyalty should be felt toward the school we attend, to the class in which we belong, or to the club of which we are members. This, however, does not mean that we should hate people of another school, class, race, or religion: we can have for them the warmest feeling, even though closer as- sociates remain a little dearer to our hearts. To despise anyone because he is a mem- ber of a different school, or because he is of different religion, or has skin of another color than our own shows a low and narrow mind. Very few people understand proper- ly how to be thoroughly patriotic to their own folks or to their own school, and not be hos- tile to other folks or schools. Those who are easily prejudiced do not understand this. One of the main causes of prejudice can be traced to early training-ideas which people are not born with, but simply grow up with. There are other contributing causes, such as, ignorance of the culture of other people and the actual race differences, with the conse- quent strangeness that people feel about others with whom they are not accustomed to associate. Propaganda by way of mov- ing pictures and other forms has been rec- ognized as a powerful pressure upon the people, malforming their opinions and caus- ing them to assume attitudes, which, on so- ber reflection, they would surely deny. Stu- dents who have many petty prejudices find out, in the course of time, that they cannot cooperate with the organization to which they belong and finally are forced to drop out and stand alone. Patriotism in the school may be shown in many ways-by supporting the various ath- letic teams: by joining the band or orchestra, if you are gifted in that direction: by enter- ing into school activities: by respecting the teachers and obeying the rules set down by the Student Council: by good conduct inside 98 the school and out: and, most of all, by at- taining a high scholastic average. True pa- triotism may also be shown by the utmost courtesy and respect for other schools, com- bined with an honest effort to make our own school one that we can be proud of-a school that will stand first in scholastic honors, first in athletics, and first in the loyalty of its students to their Alma Mater. THAT SPARK of DIVINITY Donald Conners, Twelfth Grade I cannot write in poet's stilted ink To make my words all rhyme, nor what I think CBeyond a hazy, misty, shadowed wayl Keep tune with what my heart has wish to say. They say it is preciseness rules the man- But they do not account that things of beauty can: And they do not account for gifted arts, And they cannot explain poetic hearts. And when they try to measure, and when they try to weigh The ecstasy of Shelley and the loveliness of Gray, They'll find there is no graphing, no sharply curving line, To measure what is measured in the hearts of all mankind. Washington Monument Eli Goldston, Twelfth Grade A slender stream of silvery stone Which flows from sky to earth alone With background blue and frame of fleece- You are the nation's masterpiece. By day one's eye can just descry The point at which the peak stabs sky, Binding the azure to the sod- You are the nation's trust in God. By night with incandescent glow Ascending from the black below, A ray of light of monstrous size- You are the nation's rapid rise. A fusion both of strength and grace Which can be found no other place, Some sundry stones made one through fate- You are the nation state by state.

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The CAULDBON Nineteen Thirty-eight AN AMUSING MISUNIDERSTANDING Harris Martin, Twelfth Grade 3,5 Our first cat was born a Hoosier. I if She never was named until she pre- lim sented us with her first litter of kit- tens. Thenceforth, she was known as Mama to us and all who knew her. It seems that one of us was always being embarrassed by that poor choice of name. For instance, my sister was walking with my mother one day, when suddenly, sis yelled, Oh, look! There goes a cat that looks just like Mama! Perhaps the funniest of all misinterpreta- tions happened when a friend informed me that our cat had been run over up the street. I went up, and sure enough, there was a cat which could easily have passed for Mama. So I immediately called Dad at the office CI was a big man of eight years at the timel. The nurse answered the 'phone, and stated that my father was busy: so I said, When you see him, please tell him that Mama has been killed. The nurse was all a-flutter, and asked me to hold the line, while she called Dad to the 'phone. I repeated the message, and the nurse stood by, stupefied at Dad's hard-heartedness when he answered, So Mama's dead? Hmmmm, that's too bad. Well, put her in the back yard, and l'll bury her when I come home. Then Dad calmly returned to his pa- tient, and Nursy was about ready to quit. However, Mama was to live many years longer, for I had just dragged the dead cat home when lVIama came trotting nonchalant- ly up on the porch, meowing for her dinner. The time came when Mama disappeared, and we never saw her again until the follow- ing Spring. People still chuckle when I tell how I found Mama in Mr. Hunt's flower gar- den, and told him to spade her under, rather than drag her scanty remains home. So Mama finally ended her eventful life as fertilizer for a bed of delphiniums. SEEK! AND YE SHALL FIND Dick Roderick, Twelfth Grade Did you ever have a nightmare that was so bad that it stayed with you for a long time? I had one last night that will grow to be a man with me. First of all, I must relate the events that led up to this dream. People always say that bad dreams are caused by eating things before going to bed, although I am sure that that is not the cause in my case. I admit that I ate a few things before I turned in, but they were all things that I liked. Before coming home, I had swal- lowed a nut-mallow sundae and a glass of buttermilk: then at home I had added a liver- wurst sandwich and a glass of cider. I went to bed feeling fine! During my sleep, a man came up to me and asked me if I would like to join the Goophound Geological Survey Expedition. I said I would like nothing better, so in due time, I was on my way with the expedition, looking for a teacher's brain. . After four days of seeking, we came upon a freshly severed head and gained entrance through the left nostril. Up until this time, I have neglected to men- tion our height, which is very indefinite, but I may state that we were exiled from the Isle of Lilliput as midgets. Therefore, this head looked immense to us. We journeyed up the nostril till we came to the eye muscle mountains. Going over these, We could see that they were in good condition from a good deal of use. Evident- ly, this teacher had kept a sharp lookout on her pupils. Proceeding, we came upon the chamber in which the brain should have been kept. I say should have been , be- cause we were there for over two months and didn't see a brain. Finally, very dis- couraged, We began our journey homeward. It was about five minutes after we had left the brain chamber that a yell was heard. I found it! I found it! Immediately the man who had yelled was surrounded. He ex- tended to the chief of the expedition his hand, on which there seemed to be a small dot. Then he proceeded to tell us how he had found the brain, for brain it was. He had been walking along, when he had dropped his collar button. He had bent over to look for it, but could not see it: so he had put on his glasses. It was then that he had discovered the brain. It was marvelous! Hereafter, I shall always believe that a teacher has a brain. 97

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The CAULDRON Nineteen Thirty-eight HOW I CAME TO BE ' Gwendolyn Donovan, Eleventh Grade One warm morning in the month of Sep- tember, a queer duck was carrying me through the sky. Had I been visible, anyone could have seen me swinging back and forth in my three-cornered carriage. I had just come from the stork's workshop, which is on that soft cloud with the most sunshine around it. I was sent by the head stork of this great organization to bring some cheer to two per- sons. The nurses over us angel babies washed and polished my skin. They scented me with love and dusted me with joy pow- der. Then I was sent to the head stork for that final inspection. All my chums were peeping over the sides of the cloud, watching me sail through the sky. Every arm was waving a long last fare- well, and now at last I was being carried through the heavens. I felt like an explorer going out to an unknown land and claiming it for my country in the sky. Over cities and towns we sailed until we came to the most beautiful spot of them all. My driver slowed down, for even storks have to obey the traffic laws of Warren. Pulling up to the City Hospital, l realized my journey was at an end. From here I must go on the rest of the way alone. I was taken to a room where a lovely lady was lying. She took me into her arms and smiled into my face with all her love shining there. A young man was standing by her side, holding her hand and looking down at me. To bring joy to these two was my duty from then until I shall meet my chums again. As both were looking down at me, I thought this was the time to begin. With a twinkle in my eye, I gave them my version of what the well-groomed baby would say. Wahhh Boo Wahhh Booh! TI-IE NARCISSUS Betty Biddlestone, Twelfth Grade 'j I think its beauty unsurpassed, Q Its fragrance, everlastingly lovely. elf, The deep-brown bulbs, the color of rich earth Wet from summer rains, Peep from under colored stones- Bright blues and greens and pinks Against the somber brownness. Tall green stems reach upward Till at the top you find the flower. White as the first snow And pure as a maiden's heart. Ah, don't you think its beauty unsurpassed, Its fragrance everlastingly lovely? LILACS Virginia Whitehouse, Tenth Grade Dear lilac bush With purple robes of splendor- Each morning as I pass you by. My school books Weight against my arm. Majestic heights- Each branch with blossoms loaded- I long to stay and look at you, But I must travel on to school. A memory- But that sustains, until At evening when I pass again, I view once more eternal charm. CROCUS Robert VanFossan, Tenth Grade The crocus grows in any spot, And multiplies an awful lot. It doesn't pout and fail to bloom, Because of soil or lack of room. No books are written on the crocus- lt grows without such hocus-pocus. THIS MORNING lean S. Iones, Eleventh Grade The earth was dull and dark and gray, When I arose this morning: Then suddenly the sun looked out from be- hind the clouds, As if smiling and greeting the new-born day. j Oh, that I could smile through darkness that way! WAR Iohn Stanitz, Twelfth Grade A man And then a shell, And then-instead of man or shell - A hole. 99 i