Washington High School Cadets - Adjutant Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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McKinley Company C N 'x Second Regiment High School First Lieutenant Captain Guerry R. Smith Orin W. Blandford Sergeants Clapp, F. Biggs, H. M. Girard, L. E. Watkins K C Gerhold, I. Brinley, W. I. Gladden, R. S. Bu t n R 'B ' Harries, R. E. Brown, N. L. Grahm, R. D. M1135 M' F' Karr, H. Carter, E. C. Guill, S. G. Bright B 'B ' Van Deventer, H. Ehappel, gagn, G W ' ' - otsom, . . e ric . . . 5113565 5' 113' Privates Cox, E. B. Herring, C. E. 0 er ' games, G Elsses, I grelan, AH atson, . . razier, . . arvis, . . Corporals Bearce, R. M. Gibbs, E. H. D. Jennings, B. Brown B. D. Beckham, P. F. Gildenhorn, I. Jones, M. H. Company A McKinley High School ' First Battalion N. X, X Rf. Q5 Q S.. ii Second Lieutenant Ashton H. Scharr Kessler. C. H. Nutter, I. B. Kohlman, A. F. Pace, W. H. Lambert, I. V. Parsons, B. Lebowitz, I. Peruzzi. L. Lebowitz, S. Spillman, R. E. Lerch, I. I. B. Linton, B. C. Meiners, R. N. Melbourne, P . G. Mindell, S. G. Miller, W. W. Stutler. A. C. Tate, A. .W. Thompson, G. R Thompson, S. O Wedding, P. A Williams, D Second Regiment First Battalion Second Lieutenant G. Ellis Robey Saunders, E. B McCormack, H. F Smoot, E. A. McCurdy, C. P. Stutz. L. O. Turner, E. Y. Weed, O. D. Monahan. W. F. Yates, R. D. First Lieutenant Captain Julien F. Winnemore Alvin G. Wassmann Sergeants Thompson,J I-I. Davis, R. F. Ewin, R. D. Mayo, R. B. Seaton E' C. Rock. R. F. Dietriech. P. A. Griffith, J. E. Bennett A. B. Bassett. J. A. Doughertv, P. L. Hardesty, J. Fl-owd E, Allen, D. E. Dugan, P. Hough, J. E. Meyer, T. F. Schultz G, E. Lathrop, I. B. gunn, P. E E EtHJn,RC.V,If Miller, R. L. M l F, - unmng. . e y, . . Johgalifngs, L. B. Privates Echols, G. J. Kennedy, E. W. Morris, S. D. Crocker J. A. Auld. E. W. Edmonds, E. E. Lewis, E. I. Peed, R. Cooper, C. E. Emmons, G. A. Larcombe. H. Pitt. R. V. COTPOY9-15 Cooper, E. C. Emmons, H. B. Lumsden, G. S. Philibrown, R. L. Libert H. P. Dantzig, O. W H Everett, C. E. Mattingly, G. S. Rumsey,,S. W. 50

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Company B McKinley High School Second Regiment First Battalion First Lieutenant Captain Second Lieutenant Richard B. Essex Hugh H. Hussey, Ir. Spencer F. Hewins Sergeants Burns, J. ' Bridges, A. Goldman, L. Ruck. L. Wildman, H. Beau, R' W. Butler, H. M. Burch, I. Hall, I. Schuyler, I. Wilson. T. Stelze,-1 F. Duckett, V. Carlton, C. Harned, W. Siegrist, R. Winter. E. Griggs, T, D, Medbury, A. Comstock, I. Harris, J. Simons. H. Wohlfarth. F Tyler, G' F. Snoddy, T. Der Yuen, F. Howell. R. Solomon, W. Woodward, M Copeland' R. J. Privates Dodge, M. Kroll, H. Strickland, H. ZBDD, T- Donnel E, H. Dodge, W. Linger, R. Taylor, T. ZCDD. W- Spinksl' A. W. Bacon, I. Echols, J. Marks, H. Thornett, H. Baker, E. Evans, C. Marshall, J. Wagner, W. ' ' COFPOFHIS Baldwin, K. Flanders, R. Mellen, R. Wasserman, N. Andrews, J. Bradley, E. Feinburg, A. Richards. W. Weber, G. Company 1 Business Second Regiment High School T i Third Battalion Fi,-st Lieutenant Captain Second Lieutenant Donald C. Tracey Harry L. Slye Jack Romagna Sergeants Brown, J. Cox, I. T. Layton, I. B. Rock, M. B. Davis, M, R. Freeman, F. W. LiCalz1, B. J. Poore, A. I. B?'ke ' W' E- Slam, J, Haring, J. VV. Mahoney, H. L. Segal, S. M. 15215353 Goldstein, H, gqgfiggton, J. T. Mason. Q. T gegle, SI . 1 - - 1 . . o o , . . o r, . Ffledf D- A- Privates Hutton, A. L. Newmban, N. Straiton, A. P Howefv M- Kotzim, H. M. Phelps, P. V. smart, M. W. Corporals Berger, D. Kraisel, H. Pieresma, W. Tarr, P. Bressler, L. Krebs, C W. Rappolt J P. Tippens, E. I. Riley, I. Bryan, R. M. Landman, G. S. Richter,' 49 Ward, I. C.

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ffnilaf' aaa ,'TMilke . By Ruth Markwood, C. H. S. C'Steve Brody, Jr. J FIRST PRIZE STORY, 1927 CONTEST Miss Ruth Markwood, C. H. S. C Steve Brody, Ir. J IKE! Hike! Hike ! Myron Mike F HQQX3' TJ Morgan drew up to his full sitting ,ggfgqi IS height and enunciated with the ll vigor of seventeen at its ruddiest. ff M551 'Fi For the past half hour he had played manicurist to a company-full of regula- tion Cadet clodhoppers. His shoe-black- ened handkerchief bore testimony. Now he waved the sorry square of linen with limp abandon. Hike, haltg at ease ! He mock commanded the nearest group of alert high school youths marking time in close formation with a trained precision and unity. Cadets weren't at a premium thereg they swarmed the concrete entrance to the big stadium like the bees in the over-worked simile. Though they wore different colored chevrons, and stripes down the trousers of their 1926- 1927 model uniforms, according to the school they were contesting for, they were all broth- ers under the skin in objective and spirit. Dick, Mike addressed Captain Richard Darby, suffering a few feet away with acute pride but even more goose flesh. Dick, he pronounced in a tone of authority not his by right, your men look like winners. All they have to do now to bring home the bacon in this Competitive Drill is live up to appear- ancesf' Gosh, thanks, Dick mumbled gratefully. He passed an excited hand over his headg a hand whose perspiration made his hair blacker and sleeker than ever. That was the only Latin-American thing about Dick 3 his features were devastatingly regular, and his build six feet U. S. A. We go on, company after next. Seems soonpnow-and just a little while ago it was centuries off. f'Your uniform, Captain. Mo r e p o i n ts docked if mussed in stage fright, Mike ad- monished with the gruff affection one boy can show for another. Fd better be getting back to my ringside seat where I can razz you with the least exertion. 1 He set his panama at the prevailing angle over his hair, of a blondness and waviness that made girls less fortunate cattily jealous. Up, he directed himselfg and with the aid of a few clutches at the wire fence, against which he was resting,,presently arrived at that posture. Under the test of the sun-light, Myron's ap- pearance graded A No. 1-and any impartial person will tell you what a tremendous accom- plishment it is to be fair of color-scheme, good- looking, and virile all together. He was a Lochinvar come out of the West until you noticed his eyes. They were brown, but even more thoughtful than brown eyes usually are. Their depth almost contradicted his cheerful smile and bearing. They suggested suffering. No need for two worrying, Dick, he said, a shade of tremolo threading the harshness of his voice. You keep cool. Then he started for the stadium and the stilted movements of his tweed-groomed legs explained away the why of his civil dress and the necessity for his box seat. The slow walk also suggested the origin of the philosophic eyes. Hike! Hike! Hike! Through the everlast- ing thump of the martial music emanating from the stationary band near the President's box at the fore end of the green, Myron could hear the inevitable hike, hike, hike. The mili- tant refrain which companioned the whipping into shape annually of thousands of raw rookies into stalwart little men in blue, grated on his unquiet nerves. Yes, he was tired. Toiling up the gradual incline to a higher landing for a higher seat, in order to avoid the beastly glare of the re- lentless sun and the worse conspicuousness of a box, was labor for the manipulator of arti- flcial legs. Those corkers! When he first started wearing them, after the street-car accident twelve years ago, Myron's saving sense of humor had manifested itself in inventing that nickname. It was at about that time, too, that he confessed the appellative Mike, after the newsboy- who always stopped to read the fun-