Yeatman High School - Yeatman Life Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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f .,,,,,,,,, Q ,.,, ,,i, . . .,.,.W, 4 ,' ' Q f ,f f fx ' f . X A X' f X seemed far off in the distance and we thought we would never reach it But we did get there and safely at that, giving thanks as we did so. The school was silent as Mr. Butler briefly sketched the history of the class and explained the meaning of Color Day. Then our President, Cyril McBryde, arose to explain the significance of our colors and our motto, Every tomorrow a vision of hope. Of our colors he said, White stands for purity and sincerityg green for freshness, youthfulness and growth. Now, what colors could be mo e appro- priate for a Spring class? Alt was with a vision of hope,'y continued Cyril, 'fthat Columbus sailed on before he discovered America. Edison was hopeful before suc- cessfully completing his invention of the phonograph So we are to be hopefulfl It was an excellent speech and we felt proud of our President as we marched out after singing the loyal song. The remainder of the day seemed end- less. But that is the way Time always treats us when we are waiting for some oc- casion, such as we were waiting for today. At last three-thirty arrived and by three- forty-five the class was assembled in the big Gym. to pass away an hour and a quar- ter in fun. We danced two or three num- bers and we were invited to stop. and go to the lunch room, where a surprise was a- waiting us. We hastened there and be- held a pleasing sight ln the center of a circle of tables, stood a dogwood tree and upon each table was placed a vase of dog- wood flowers. The spirit of Spring cer- tainly followed us around today. Then came a scurrying around to find places. After knocking over a few chairs, we lo- cated our seats and sat down to enjoy a generous portion of green and white ice- cream, cakes and candy. What a tempt- ing table to set before our poor athletes who are in training! Although our coach- es were kind enough not to appear and watch over each of them, we know that some of them acted very bravely and de- prived themselves of at least a portion of the tempting food. A half hour passed and we returned to the Gym. Music was again furnished by a lively orchestra so that it was hard for one to keep his feet still. Word soon went a- round that the party was to end at five, so you may be sure that no one that can dance lost any time in stepping out on the floor. Before we realized it, the clock struck five and those on the floor found themselves dancing to the strains of Home Sweet Home. Then the music stopped. Couples stood around waiting for more, but they soon learned that no more was to be given today. Color Day and our first party was over and we left the Gym. won- dering how soon we would again gather for a similar purpose. We ' r 'filivif V 'N f knead , ' i 'T X' f -Fi -. ' fi f Ibzge Thirly-.Vine

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Z-Qi,-1lT'5fl12LLJl'3l-T2,,-lfl'Ii'll, .' ffl-T TQ '.,V I LQ!1lgif7llllTilLZLI!ll'fllf'Z'i.ZlLiIT177 ll 'ij 'uf f 'A ' 2 11,A, AAA 1: '.:'f : ,.4f.,.. - -'::.:,,.L1T?iiZf .'..'. ' AxZ:.::::::4:':':::::.:'::.7::L:31'.27J211513:': :'.,':3:.:'jf:,.':::,g:'::::1:J:,::ML:::, ::.:,.:1::::,.,:::':..::::x::::::::::::J:L.Z21f.:fLz2..,L.n,f.ff.iZTJ:::: ,..1,,,' f 1. ,,..,,,,,,., THE SENIORS' March 13, 1922. This morning we went to Aud. and re- ceived the welcome news--' 'a Senior meet- ing is to be held this afternoon in Room 212, for the purpose of completing the Senior organization. The class showed its enthusiasm with a good representation at the meeting. Af- ter some discussion and considerable bal- oting, we closed a peppy meeting ready to announce the following people as our lead- ers for the rest of the term: President -lCyri1 McBryde Vice - President---Eleanor Stephens Secretary iilliatheren Emerson Treasurer 1---Oscar Schliebe Esther Aschemeyer Alfred Kratz I Dorothy Wilson Executive Committee-' Edna Shores lAlbert Rubinstein These officers with the aid of Miss Alma Brown who worked with us last term, stand ready to serve the class. March 14, 1922. We had quite a surprise this morning. When we reached school, we learned that we were invited to attend the officers' spread, which was given in the little dining room this afternoon. We waited for the happy hour with keen anticipation throughout the day, little realizing at the time that after fun comes work. When the hour rolled around we were ' 'Johnnies on the spot' ', and after beholding the table our hearts began to sing, Now wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?' ' As soon as the dainty dish disap- peared, we set about clearing the table and were ready for work. The first thing we did was to imagine ourselves a Con- gressional Rules Committee framing a calendar of the terms' activities in the or- der in which they are to take place. Then committees had to be appointed to take charge of the affairs. But these were not the only committees to be created, for 'Life' Correspondents Page Thing'-Eighz M-.H-A-4 f-f. -.-.f-M--W--.---f...-......,..., .-....- ...f.... .....f.. -W. .,,., -ff-v--f-----f'- - -ff'- M ff-f----v f f--a.,.,.,J DIARY there were others, such as a Photograph Committee, Pin and Ring, and 1'Life Committees. In all there were some six- teen or eighteen. We were progressing very nicely in our work when the clock struck six and we agreed to adjourn for today. Tomorrow we will continue our work. March 31, 1922. Well, Diary, we've got a big day to write about tonight and now that it's all over we're sorry it isn't still coming. However, the memory of it will linger with us for many days. We celebrated our Color Day today, by displaying our chosen colors, green and white, before the school and by our first party. Early this morning, most of the Seniors could be found in the first floor corri- dor adorning themselves with green and white ribbons and awaiting the arrival of the happy moment when they would start on their journey down the center aisle of the Auditorium. The time was rapidly approaching eight-thirty, but we couldn't begin our exercises as one of our members had not yet arrived with our mascot. In the meantime we took a peep into the Auditorium, which bore the fruit of many hours of hard labor, by our advisor, some of the other members of the faculty and members of the class. Spring reigned in the room, with dogwood trees and ferns arranged across the front, and wicker bas- kets of flowers hung under the windows on both sides. Outdoors the snow was fall- ing rapidly. What a sigh of relief we gave when we beheld our missing member enter the build- ing with the mascot! In a short time they were with us and all was well. Then the orchestra silenced the buzzes in the Audi- torium with a lively march and our mascot led the procession down the center aisle. The moment was an intense one for us for all eyes were upon us. We looked neither to the right nor to the left. The stage

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Q -25111419-,LQ'1-.5-.lf-.fQfff1l'fQ1-'Q'2-.lf .,-I QIZLQLQQ ,,' W a A f ff , f W , W gf! f I Z .. . . if3?Eif.fii51:ifi1:iifg?E,ff.iiiifzf iff.ifff,:E???:fiZi,ii11'if.f?EgiQ:.gfifiQiZ1if'j2E2.Qi2fQ11f,Qf1Ii.E2fjjS325 ..,. ,.'., fgfjfirgffiffifffiiliiififffii.,..fifQgfj.ii1if1QEEl31:1:i1::f'1,1:-gr::1iif?f?N'f:fij CORAL EARRINGS By ROMA SCHAEFER To begin with, the weather was partly the fault. It was a day in late March, be- ginning with a cold, blustery wind, turn- ing, around noon, into a veritable balmy spring day and ending with a damp, ugly, misty drizzle. Such a day would infiuence even the most calm and unperturbable per- son. So it affected me, who am not usua- ly one of the said calm and unperturbable. On the day previously described, my mother, my aunt and the laundress were in the throes of a violent orgy of spring house-cleaning. My aunt had been get- ting out and sorting old jewelry and trink- kets and deciding just what to sell to the antique jewelry dealers, but finally keep- ing everything instead. This was done yearly. The three unanimously told me, politely but firmly, that I should betake myself elsewhere, as my well meaning but awkward aid was decidedly not needed or wanted. Just then it commenced to driz- zle in an apathetic, doleful sort of way and prevented my seeking the solace of the companionship of my best pal There was no place to go on the whole lower floor. One had to mince along for fear of sitting on a cake of soap, stepping into a bucket of sudsy water or getting hopeless- ly tangled in the cord of the vacuum sweep er. I drifted upstairs feeling abused, neg- l e c t e d a n d altogether melancholy. There was only one room not cluttered with curtain rods, rolled up rugs and dust cloths and that was the one which be- longed to my grandmother. This was the largest in the house and a nice enough room on sunshiny days. On a dull, misty, gloomy day, however, it was a different matter This room was almost too full of furniture and this overcrowded condition, usually relieved by the sunlight coming from the three large windows, only seemed more oppressive because of the gloom out- side. The room was amply filled with two tall wardrobes, a huge wooden bedstead, Page Forly two very old-fashioned bureaus and the usual number of chairs. The walls were hung with perfectly enormous crayon en- largements, one each of my grandfather, my grandmother, my great aunt and my great uncle. The last one I must take the time to describe to you. It was hung over what should have been a fireplace, but it was closed up by the presence of a long radiator. The fireplace part, in fact, the whole side wall, projected about a foot out into the room, giving a particular promi- nence to the picture. The portrait itself was a full length one of my great uncle in his Civil War uniform. I have quite a clear recollection of this old gentleman, even though he died when I was only about seven. He used to come to see my grand- mother every Saturday and spend the day with us. The greater part of the after- noon he spent puttering around the yard, clipping the mulberry trees, nailing any loose boards on the fences, and, in fact, doing a thousand perfectly useless things, but enjoying himself, nevertheless. He was a very silent man, and never said a word about his experiences in the war. As I sat down and looked at his picture, half veiled in a smoky gloom, the half ri- diculous side of it came to me. My great uncle had been a very small man, scarcely five feet three nches in height and the or- nate captain's dress uniform looked just a little out of place on him. His face, too, had an indescribably Irish look, consider- ing the fact that he was certainly not Irish When he was younger, my grandmother said, he looked and walked very much like Napoleon. How that could be, I must leave to the imaginations of my readers. Our house had been built before the Civil War by a man who occupied a very prominent position in the affairs of St. Louis County, as at that time the city was apart of the county. This man was known as having decided sympathies with the