Wyomissing Area High School - Colophon Yearbook (Wyomissing, PA)

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fi-EQ THE BLUE AND WHITE I miss going to hear the pipe organ recital given by Elizabeth Zug the following evening. Of course I did not miss that opportunity and went away from that recital with a new inspiration which only Elizabeth could have given me. Thursday dawned bright and clear and as the boat did not sail until the afternoon my cousin proposed that we see Ellis Island. All of which was very interesting but far more interesting was the fact that we found Robert Stroup chattering Spanish as an interpreter there. With a pang of regret I watched the Statue of Liberty and that far famed horizon fade from view and suddenly the world seemed to be but a wide expanse of water with only the setting sun in the distance. The evening came upon us quickly but it carried no more loneliness with it for I found on board no other than Irma Koch who was traveling for pleasure, and I found I would have a companion for the greater part of the voyage. The days passed, and on the night before we were to land we listened to a radio. Suddenly we heard a voice of such clearness and sweetness that we were very anxious to learn whom the voice belonged to, Then came the announcer's voice saying, Station XYZ. Miss Mildred Osman, pupil of Professor Sacrinion- cowsky, is now making her debut at the Metropolitan Opera House, New York. Miss Osman will now sing 'School Days', by request. As she sang my thoughts flew back to the days when Mildred's voice could be heard singing in the Kutztown chorus and I wondered if she, too, remem- bered, The next day we came in sight of the busy port of Marsailles. From there we journeyed north to Paris where Irma and I planned to spend a few days. Of course we had to go shopping and stopped at the most exclusive shop, whose window read in gold letters, Madame Fannie. Upon entering the blue and gold salon we were greeted by a most beautifully marcelled person. I stared very impolitely and thereupon this bewildering satin swathed person dropped her air of French pertness and drawled the same old drawl that we could never forget, Well, if it isn't the girls! My land, where did you drop from? We were entertained most sumptuously and went away felling happy to have found Fanny Laubenstein, now a most exclusive and fashionable modiste of Paris. That wasn't the last of her either for Fanny took us to the theatre where we had the good fortune to witness the dance of Mystery portrayed and interpreted most gracefully by Betty du Plaine, now the idol of Paris, who had literally danced her way into the hearts of the people. During our. sojourn in France we visited Cannes for a bit of a holiday. One can never forget the sights of Cannes for it is here that the beauties of France come to wile away the hours with pleasure. One of the sights we shall never forget was that of Francis Yost, bemonacled, and dressed in the very height of fashion, tripping along looking bored to tears. When he saw us the monacle dropped, also his jaw, and he gaped at us as if we were grotesque heathen from an unheard of land. ' He greeted us in a most effusive way and asked the styles of the folks back home. We knew then that he had not changed one bit and suggested that he enter the business with Fanny, as he might prove a most valuable asset with his knowledge of every kind of style imaginable. Before we left France we had occasion to witness some of the Olympic games there in full swing and the name on every one's tongue was that of our friend, Arthur Garner. At Shanghai, Irma left me to continue on her way and in subsequent letter, she told me that upon visiting the Philipine Islands she found Charles Hilton as a consul who was organizing a debating team of natives which challenged any team from any place. Now I knew where each of my classmates were and as I paused musingly, a voice broke into my reverie with: Come, Ethel, stop mooning in that corner and go to bed or you will oversleep and be late for school tomorrow. 'Twas mother calling and I sprang up scattering the new h ht f d h ll we a ,bad dream? t oug s o a very goo or s a s y . Ethel R. Ibadl' Page Twenty-Three 'I x .v.-.vs.-,....,........-.-- ,xx .- -' : I ', fmt- . 5' .W -Us ' , ' HQ ' 5 . , 5- ,E T ,,

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.ig THE BLUE AND WHITE -,, ., . Class Prophecy At last my fondest. hopes were to be realized. I was to sail for China on Thurdsay as a missionary and, all my trunks being packed, I stepped forth on Sunday to gaze once more at the long familiar buildings and sights of Reading. I was to dine at the home of a former classmate, Mildred Hollenbach, who was now a pert little housewife who managed her home and husband in a most efficient way. Mildred and I chatted about the good old times in Wyomissing High and then wondered where everyone could be. Mildred knew at least where one was and' that happened to be Katherine Stoltz, who had also been courageous enough to take the leap into niatrimony and who too was employed in making a little home bright and cheerful. The time Hew as if on wings and accordingly I took my departure receiving a fond invitation to call again upon my return from China. Sunday Eve I spent in a very profitable way listening to the eloquence of Russel Fegley, now a minister of a large church. People dozed comfortably while Russel waxed more eloquent not noticing the seeming lack of appreciation. Monday I left for New York and on the train I found a paper edited by Henry Stetler, now a very brilliant editor of the Literary Digest. Thus surprised on hearing of another classmate I glanced at the striking headlines which read, Foremost Chemist Wrecks Half a Town, but Happily is Uninjured. Miss Ruth Mengel wrecks a town but discovers an explosive that will entirely devastate Germany, should we again wage war . Still wondering I turned the pages and read concerning the winners of the Champion Typing and Shorthand Contests, whom I found to be no other than Helen Grohs and Anna Henning. I was glad of this sucess for my old friends but a farmer engaged in his daily work, caught my eye and as I watched him I caught a glimpse of red hair and discovered him to be Elmer Keiser planting potatoes with a book perched on the planter. I turned once more to my paper and read that Hans Rahm was now in Congress arguing mightily with certain other Senators on Womans Rights. I paused to muse over the fortunes of my former classmates and, allowing my eyes to gaze upon the occupants of the car, saw Donald Ermentrout entering, loaded with bags and bundles of all description. He recognized me at once and we started to reminisce over the old days. He said that Max Reimer was now a forester striving hard to reforest the bad lands of Arizona, and that Sara Deck was teaching school in a nearby schoolhouse: also that Helen Dries and Mary Roeder were teaching at the old school in WYOFHISSIHQ. Donald had become a salesman for Fuller Brushes and advised me to take a few along as they might come in handy. As he was leaving he called back to me that john Vogel was now a constructive engineer and was thinking of building a bridge across the ocean. Arriving in New York, I made my way to the nearest subway. Even in my hurry I was attracted by the most awful shrieks. I glanced at the place from which the cries issued and on the glass windows was painted, john Specker, D. S. Painless Dentist. At least no one was being murdered, and I continued on my way, musing over the singular fact that the whereabouts r to remain at the home of relatives for the several days. In the evemng we went to the theatre to see Madam Neile in Ro meo an, Juliet. Never before was Juliet portrayed with such grace and effect as Cornelia Trowbridge portrayed her that night. Imagine my surprise at seeing her in this new role and I h t d t A as ene o her dressing room after the play. We exchanged queries and Cornelia told me that I should not of one more classmate was added to the list. I was Page Twenty-Two 'Q

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agp THE BLUE AND WHITE E39 Last Will and Testament Two years and twelve months ago our contractors brought forth UPON thls land 3 new Schocg' conceived in perplexities, and dedicated to the proposition that the other school was too crowde , and that therefore more room was needed. Now we are engaged in preparing for Graduatlon' testing whether this school 'or any other school, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. VVe have meetings in this school, we come to decide which portion of the front or back field shall be a final resting place for the scholars who here gave their lives that these teachers might' live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this, but in a larger sense we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot Graduate until we have made our Last NV1ll and Testament. I Wle shall not attempt to bequeath to you too much-as one famous man bequeathed to his children the pleasure of sunlit days and starry nights, long summer holidays and the pure delights of winter, Howers and birds, sea and sky-for they are not ours to give, but yours already. But what we do will, will be a ha' pence for each out of our small sack: First-to all whom it may concern, we hereby do hand down the pleasant duty of coming at precisely 8:30 in the morning, and leaving at 4:00 in the afternoon, orbol reporting after thinking hours for friendly conferences with authorities, or like interesting situations. Second-to all teachers, we leave one drill and funnel apiece for lightening their labors in extreme cases, and also a large tool box with other necessary implements for adjusting the scholar. To them, too, we leave all the solid delights of esfpounds. ing knowledge, and collecting papers. Third-to our esteemed principal, we bequeath the enlightening task of conducting chapel exercises, administering justice to the wicked, filling excuse blanks, and making the school a success in general. Fourth-and now, to those who from their restless position as juniors, are to rise, with all mystical hocus-pocus, into Seniority, we hand down the grandeur of snob- bing the Freshmen, teasing the Sophomores, and being in generalwimportant! Theirs is the pleasure of making speeches in auditorium, holding dances, winning . honors, and doing things according to their mellow ideas. . Fifth-to those entering the realm of juniordom we bequeath that which is neither large nor small, but which is aboslutely necessary for any junior-the art of im- itfating a Seniorg along with that a jovial spirit with which to arm themselves every Monday morning. Six-to those who are to become Sophomores, yet behind the curtain, there is willed plenty of practical training in foot exercise, running for excuse blanks: and the whole of the noon hour for accomplishing odd jobs. such as wrangling, preparing the afternoon work, or butting into forbidden class rooms. Seventh-to those who shall be Freshmen, we willingly bequeath all the jovful moments spent in doing the chores, obeying the Seniors, staying from 4:00 to 4:30 now and then, and playing hookey with zeal. VVe also allow them one nail apiece, upon which to hang their surplus excuses and arguments. Eighth-to our faithful janitor, we will one half of the work he has to do now, so as to exclude the collecting of vanity cases from the Auditorium: also the privilege of 21tllTlOlllSl'lll'lg small boys and girls who persist in scattering paperg likewise of burning any stray gym shoes he may find. .Ninth-necessarily a small bequest to Mr. Kinsey,-one unloseable baton for directing chapel singing. ' Tenth-so, in the course of events, we must bequeath to the scholars who take their lunch at noon, the art of keeping quiet and eating at the same time. Thus it has been written! Sic Sit! E. E. Zug Page 'l1Wl:llly-lltjlll' 5 A