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

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The CAULDRON Nineteen Thirty-eight GERM CITY Alice Knappenberger, Twelfth Grade Down deep in my mother's jaw, near the bone, where a tooth used to be, is a colony of germs. About a week ago these little devils found a cozy spot, down between the roots of a tooth and began to build a colony. The carpenters of the group began to build homes, and each time a nail was driven, mother felt more pain. These little germs had automobiles and conceived the idea of running them along the nerves in her jaw: after all, that saved them the trouble of building highways. lust when the houses were completed, a terrible earthquake swept over Germ City : when the survivors regained consciousness, they discovered that their shelter, the roots of the tooth, was gone. The brave hellians were not discouraged by this catastrophe and immediately began to rebuild. Now Germ City is complete, and last night the germs celebrated by having a dance, with Backy Goodman and his painsters furnishing the music. They really had a hilarious time, because they wandered away from Pain-More Inn and went up to Ear-Drum Tavern to do the Big Apple. It seems that the longer they danced, the more they swung it: and if you think that it is fun, having about fifty million germs doing the Suzy Q on your ear drum, just ask my mother. I certainly hope that these devils have worn themselves out by dancing all night so that tonight they'll take a rest and get a good sleep, or better yet, that they are so tired they'll just die from exhaustion. May the Germ City crumple, never to be felt again. THE NEWSY Dorothy Barlow, Twelfth Grade In the gray dusk of a November day, I sat in a cozy little tea room, and looked out upon a wet and woebegone world. It was raining -a fine drizzling rain, which the wind grad- ually whipped into a stinging Wet snow. People were scurrying along the glistening walks, their heads bent against the biting blast of the wind. They had but one thought in mind-shelter. Leaves, papers, and other refuse were lying in the gutters. On the pavement, puddles began to widen into min- iature lakes, through which the pedestrians splashed. Dripping umbrellas bobbed up and down in the jostling crowd, and street lights exhaled a feeble pool of light, which was immediately blotted out by the murky twilight. A little newsboy paused in front of the window and blew upon his benumbed fin- gers. His soggy cap was pulled down over his ears, and under one arm was tucked a bundle of newspapers, wet and bedraggled. He wore a sodden jacket, that had once boasted of being an olive green, but which was now faded into a muddy yellow, with dark streaks here and there. One leg of his tattered knickers had slipped down over a broken shoe. He turned and looked wistfully in the window of the tea room, and tried in vain to pucker his lips in a nonchalant whistle. His big brown eyes were fixed long- ingly on our table, but he didn't seem to see us. A tear sparkled in his eye for an instant, then rolled down his cheek, mingling with the raindrops. He caught my gaze and started abruptly. He tugged at his cap, jam- med one hand into his pocket, and swag- gered away into the milling crowd. IRISH EYES lane Martz, Twelfth Grade When eyes of laughing, Irish blue Made from a piece of Heaven's hue Dance with naughty, impish glee, Sure, they steal the heart of me. Whether a tear they hold, or smile, They have the power to beguile. Within their depths, disguised, there lies A tiny glimpse of Paradise. 102 A MELODY Birdie Mae Hostetler, Tenth Grade The sun's bright rays, with dazzling light, When shining on the sea so bright, Are beautiful, a melody To echo through eternity. A picture to treasure, ne'er grow old, And richer in value than silver or gold, Is the clear white sails on that summer sea, A picture, a treasure, a melody.

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The CAULDRON MY I C ontinued Trieste, we entered the port of Naples, where I saw lVlt. Vesuvius, though I did not know what it was at that time. We had a wonder- ful time on the trip across, although I was seasick. We landed in New York City, ex- actly fourteen days after leaving Trieste. We immediately boarded a train for Garretts- ville, Ohio, where my father and my brother were living. It was a happy reunion. When we arrived here, we could not speak a word of the English language. Therefore, when I entered the Windham Grammar School, I was put in the second grade, where- Nineteen Thirty-eight LIFE from Page 1002 as in Italy I had been ready for the fifth grade. The English language was easy, and I soon learned to speak it fairly well. I went to school in Windham until the last six weeks of my ninth grade. I shall never forget the teachers of the Windham School who helped me so much and taught me how to speak English. We moved to Warren, where I en- rolled in East Iunior, from which, in due time, I was promoted to Warren G. Harding. His- tory is and always will be my favorite sub- ject, and my favorite books are historical novels. MY CHOICE OF DOGS Ieanne Connors, Eleventh Grade There are so many kinds of dogs: one for every occasion. It is impossible for one per- son alone to have, and make use of all types. After careful consideration, and by the pro- cess of elimination, I have chosen the three dogs that I would like to have with me dur- ing a certain sunshiny day, on a certain large farm, not far from a certain small town. My first choice is a Collie, which I want in the morning when I arise. The time, we shall say for the sake of an early start, is about seven o'clock. The dog and I spend the morning, walking over the fields and in the woods in search of a certain species of butterfly found only with the help of a Collie dog. We return to the house about noon for lunch. After resting for nearly two hours, I dump my second choice, a small, shaggy, black. dour-looking Scotch Terrier into the car and drive into town for a visit with a friend. Be- ing very proud of my Scottie, I have it per- form all of its latest tricks for the benefit of my friends. Fortunately for all concerned, the friend likes dogs and is pleased with Scottie, and plays with him during the re- mainder of the visit. I have seen many pictures and read many stories concerning dogs which will, in the evening, lie upon the hearth rug at their master's feet. This idea always has appealed to me, and so, for my third choice, I have de- cided upon a large, black Newfoundland. The Newfoundland will lie at my feet upon the hearth and be a companion and protec- tion to me as I sit there by the fire and read a book or roast marshmallows Cpreferably, roast marshmallowsl. This is my idea of an ideal day with three ideal dogs. FRIENDS Burkett Mason, Twelfth Grade To be a friend, first have one. X is my friend because my sister is good looking. Y is my friend because I let him borrow my shirts. Z is my friend because I do my geom- etry. With all these fine friends, I am a very popular person. X, Y, and Z are really true friends, the kind you can trust. X's friendship is lasting: he marries my sister. My poor shirts last for- ever. Z remains loyal-I am now taking analytic geometry and calculus. The pos- session of these fine friends makes me very happy, for I am selfish and know that my gain is someone else's loss. HYMN OF EVENING Charles Russell, Twelfth Grade In the evening, just at sunset When the sky is all aglow, When the clouds are red and purple And the cool breezes blow, You can hear the distant blending Cf the song birds, soft and low. While the ,birds are sweetly singing In the woods, the fields, the sky, You can see the twilight shadows As the day begins to die. All the world is calm and peaceful Under God's protecting eye. lOl i

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The CAULDRON Nineteen Thirty-eight WELL-MATCHED Dennis Madden, Eleventh Grade The hot August sun beat down mercilessly on the bronzed backs of the two boys. They were engaged in a hard-fought tennis match, and as usual, their well-matched games kept the score very even. In the far court, Iohnny Watson prepared to serve. Using his pet stroke, which he had affectionately named the Cannonball twist , he finally took the point and the game. Bill Thompson, his opponent and friendly com- petitor for many years, picked up two balls, and together the boys walked from the sun- baked court. Nice match, commented Bill, as he pulled on his shirt. Another of those close sets that X are hard to lose, came the reply. the Lakeview Country Club that Iohn- ny and Bill were perhaps as evenly matched in tennis and in everything else as two boys could be. ger score takes her to the dance, see? I feel pretty good today. That date's as good as sewed up. Better arrange to let me have the big car that night, will yuh, dad? I guess that can be fixed if you win the date, replied his father. Gee, that's swell! concluded Iohnny, as he grabbed his racket and balls and started for the Country Club. When lohnny arrived at the courts, he found Madge there talking very earnestly with Skinny Holloway. Bill had just arrived. Bill won the toss, and elected to play Madge last, figuring that she would be tired after the first match L A and would fall easy prey to his siz- What happened that afternoon is now Country Club history. Iohnny came hcme after the match and stayed in his room until it was tt , Qi .ij It was almost a tradition around V .- za zling drives. V -fx I guess I pay for the cokes this time, Iohnny. That's right. I sure enjoy a hard game of tennis, but the part I like is coming back into this cool clubhouse. Over their tinkling glasses the two youths chatted boyishly about topics of the day. Their conversation drifted quite naturally to a dance to be held the following week. Are you dated up yet, Bill? inquired Iohnny, sipping the last bit from his glass. No, I've been sorta waiting around to ask that new girl, Madge Pearson. Say, I know her, replied the other. In fact, I was thinking about asking her my- se1f. I tell yuh what we'll do, proposed Bill. We'll each play her a set of tennis, and the one who beats her worse can take her. Oh, boy! You're on, enthusiastically answered Iohnny. We'll go see her now and arrange the day. The two boys suited their actions to their Words and arranged to play the next day. We'll flip a coin to see who plays her first, explained Bill, as they struggled home in Maggie , the old Chevy, which the boys owned mutually. The next morning at the breakfast table, Iohnny was just finishing his description of the set-up to the family. -And the one who beats her by the big- time for lunch. He walked dejectedly into the dining room, and seated him- self at the table next to his father, who was regarding him with a humorous twinkle in his eye. Well, son, he asked, how did you make out with your match? Did you get the date? lohnny continued toying with his salad and didn't answer for a long moment: then he explained in a low, shame-filled voice, No, I didn't get the date. So Bill won the bet and got the date, did he? Nah, he didn't get the date either. You see, Madge beat both of us 6-0, and she's going to the dance with Skinny Holloway. TO A PEN Iohn Martin, Tenth Grade You write the words declaring war On nations you've disclaimed. You send men far away to fight- For these you should be blamed. You sign a truce to end a war, Bring peace Where war was blazed. An arbitration pact you sign- For these you should be praised. When I have just a little time To waste, that I'll not miss, You help me write a verse or two- Should you be blamed for this? 103