Maroh 8, 1944 EASTERN MENNCNITE SCHOOL Vol. V, No. 26
"THE TENTH MUSE”
"The Tenth Muse” was the title of the
public Literary program on Friday evening.
Many and varied were the glimpses of American
poetry that w® wore given. Surely after such
an unusual and Interest-holding program our
appreciation of good poetry was greatly increased.
After the invocation led by Edwin Moyer,
Ruth Hess Shank reed seme of the poetry of
William Cullon Bryant, the "Pioneer Poet.”
Included in the poems ahe read were
"Thanatopais" and "A Fringed Gentian."
"The Poet of the People" said Russell
Baer, wan John Oreenleaf Whittier. Among his
most popular poems are "Snowbound" and "The
At this point the Assembly Room was darkened
except for a kerosene lamp on the platform.
Thia made quite a proper aettlng for
Henry WoLer'a sp©ll~binding presentation of
"The Raven”, by Edgar Allen Poe. Equally good
was the roading of "The Boya" (written by
Oliver Wond*>ll Holms a ) by Norman Derstine.
There oe.n bs no doubt about it. Everyone
in the audianoe could juot feel the emotions
of the peat and see the pictures he painted
as Ethel Yake so beautifully presented glimpses
into the poetry of Walt Whitman, pioneer free-veree
A unique feature of this program was the
baas solo sung by a men’s quartet. Joseph
Baer, Daniel Baer, Paul Knias, and Floyd
Watkina were the musicians.
"Everything and Anything” by Dorothy
Metfiler proved to be some gems of children1a
poetry. Seemingly, adultu enjoy thia type of
writing neax'ly as muoh as those for whom it
"The Moderns" was road by Elva Newswanger.
Mahlon Horst, chairman, announced that the
final number on the program was the singing of
several songr by Erother Mark Stauffer’n high *
sohool music o'laaaso.
THANKS TO THE MUMAW'S
From the fog and miat wo stopped into the
cheery warmth of our class advisor. Brother
J* R. Mumaw's, home. The evening was filled
with laughter and delightful entertainment.
The first feature vsxa a contest in which we
tried to guess how many please of o&ndy four
jars of varying sisea contained. The candy
went to the winners who were Maynard Yoder,
Gladys Shenk, Marie Gingerioh, Mrs. Ralph
Shenk, Mae Sohrcck, and Edna Mae Mast.
Following this we each tried to gueas
who Idie presidents, some prominent vemionitea,
and a miscellaneous group of distinguished
pecpl® wero by their pictures. Nej:t came the
Junior Jumbloa. Very cleverly tha Mumaw's had
taken our neats and made words and phrases of
each of them. Our task was to un-jumble them
in a certain amount of time. How we worked.
Out of the thirty-eight names, Miriam Weaver
and Laura Coulson worked out thrity-aeven
correotly. We don't know how they did it.
The refreshments wore dolioioua, plentiful,
end "filling**. Of course, to top it all off,
we had ice oream—and no small servings either.
The rain was falling when wo had to go but it
certainly did rot dampen in the least our
Many, many, thank-you*a from aaoh Juaior
go to each member of the Mumaw family for the
splendid evening and especially to our dear
iAtin I students were forced to grin
out-loud in olass. Esther Freed thought the
phrase "in omnibus perioulis," (in all dangers)
should be translated—"Thera io danger in the
March 6, 1644 Vol. V. Net. 25
Editor . . . . . . % a a . «J« Laster Brubeker
« * < > « « » 9 « . . Laura L. Coulson
Sponsor . . . . . O • • . . M. T. BraokVill
Reading the editorial bejcrar brought to
ray mi»d a thought that startled me. On Fi iday
it vdll be exactly twenty“five years sine* I
arrived at E.M.S.
IF FATHER TIMS could turn backward h3 s
clock today, wouldn’t it be interesting to ask
him to roll by just one quarter of a oant\ ry?
Placing ourselves in the circumstances of the
school founders may .open our >*yee to the
via ions, the prayer ti, the gifts and the ar. orifices
whioh have preceded the erection of our
H e , the youth of the ohuroh, have received
thit gift, a Christian school, because others
have poured liberally and freely of their
oervioes and sacrifices to meke this training
To the founders, a thank you note from
each alumnus and student, would be s. cold and
expressionless m y of telling our heart experience.
Then, too this would be an impossi-bill
by to reach osih one who he# contributed
before a,nd since the foundation has bean laid*
In appreciation of this gift. Eastern M e m onite
Sohool, we thank you by offering our trailing
to Christ and the Church.
The two unsigned articles in this week’s
issue of the Weather Vane were written by a
member of the editorial staff* The old rule
still holds—alwftys sign your name to articles
meant for publication.
If we want to confirm a belief we must
put it into action and practice its
Submitted by Paul M. Landis
B© clean. As a habit of life this will
pay dividends in personal satisfaction beyond
ail compute. II© who thinks he can be crooked
and "get away with it" has yot much to learn
of comparative t o lues in life.
Every youth aspiring to positions of responsibility
or trust, to new connection3,
advancement and honor, should learn this facti
"Your personal record will follow you all your
1F IF ----------------------------------------------------------------------------’ --------------------------------------— — ---------------------------------------------- Clean is an adjectire of vast inport. It
attaches .no leas to the mind which prompts
than to the body which performs. "A good clean
man11 is often the endorsement on whTch he wTni
out. Standards An all lines are steadily advancing,
and each advance makes the "going"
just, so much the harder for those who fall to
Looking for a job? "Why not be a nun whom
the jobs will seek? Everywhere, ‘always,
records are being examined and the search is
for men, good, better, besto Everywhere men
are being sifted ae wheat, are being measured
and weighed as never before« Understand this
as you should and later you will have less
cause to wonder why the other fellow got the job
Seoords stand* They sometimes oan be
lived down but they can’t be changed. Even
suspicion will cling.
Learn that with men, as with merchandise,
there is no limit to the demand for iho b3st.
“iTTiTT”aasy enough to drfir'F,~lo Yose or to
spoil our ohauce at the one life we live.
Nothing finer than the unending fight to
bo the best man our natures will admit. Will
you drift, or ^rlll you make ths fight? ’’I t ’s
up to you.”
—’Copied by K.T.B.from a framed placard on
the w h II of Engineering Building
BI HP STUDY FROM THE WI1TDOT
On Saturday during study period the oall
of a cardinal aroused the attention of the
threa oooupants of Room 18, Second Floor.
• Soon the cv/eet song of a song sparrow m s
noticed* then the oall of the meadow lark. We,
having forgotten all about the lessons, became
so interested in the birds that we sew or
heard about seven birds in about a half hour.
On seeing a slate-colored junoo flying, (show*
ing the white feathers on both sides of the
tail, one of ua exclaimed, "Lookl There it
goesi It has two feathers,"
Even though it was dreary outside there
was sunshine in the room, as we had tho
privilege of seeing a part of God "a creation
which has neither dare nor worry but goes
about wit? a song of cheer*
. ■ . -“Eva Moyer
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March 8, 1944
OLD M M TIE? AND HIS RATION BOOKS
Tim® ia strictly rationed« The books are
issued eaoh year® Mine this year is numbered
MTB52* In a few months I ’ll get a now ones
MTB53a Old Man Time keeps the books and tsars
out the coupons without fall® In eaoh book
there are 365 units of time of exactly twenty-fours
each* This year, however, vie get an
extra coupon because it is leap year* Health
takes priority on six to nine hours every day
and spends them in sleep® They are pure loss
But Old Man never gives any token® except
pounds and inches in youth and wrinkles and
gray hairs in old age* Old Man lime never
loses our ration books either and as a conse-
(juenc© of his care we have not lost a single
day since we received our first books* 1 must
wonder what he ia going to do with the coupons
that are loft in my last books Is he going
to do, what some storekeepers do, offer them
to someone else Who might wish a few extra
oner? Well, he can have them* Tim© w o n’t
be rationed in Heaven* W e 911 be ageless and
never grow old* The day® w o n’t add up to
years nor the years to centuries* Old Man
Time w o n’t be there to count them® For "time
shall b© no more.”
—M .T.B .
SC RIB LERUS
The Scribblers enjoyed ® pleasant and
profitable evening last Thursday in the hour
preceding prayer circle®
Norman Kraus read the first number because
he was almost a wandering boy com® home,
as Brother Brackbill said* His contribution
was a short story, "Bill anu Pete,” a kind of
ghost story based on the experiences of hip
Mina Click and Miss Wenger eaoh had free
verse to read to us® Mina called hers ’Why
Be Blue?" Miss W e n g e r’s was an interesting
word picture of sad maple tree®*
Graoe Metsxer's "Most Unforgettable
Character'* wa s her paternal grandfather. Ey
her fin® description we felt as though we knew
him well, too, and were the children for whom
he shook the oandy jar so that the desired
piece would coma to the top*
"Don’t Jump at Conclusions" was a true
story by Ruth Stauffer, in which she used the
surprise ending moat effectively*
The evening, Has brought to a perfect
clirax as Brother Brackbill read a fantastic
but amusing supposition that really made our
heads whirl as we tried to keep upt—"If the
International Date Line Went Down Our^Main
Hall." What a achool this would be if that
were trueI How m u c h nicer to have it out
there in the Pacific where no one M s tc
bother with it but the navigators.
T nnp live the Scribblers I
WHY BE BLUE
What do we hear about some few?
An illness tmong us* the blues?
Ia it, can it be true?
Discouragement, you know, is Satan’s fierce darlj
Are you raising (led’a a m o u r to shield your
What baa happened to your cup of joy?
Empty so soon? Broken as a toy?
A faithful High Priest ia Christ, your Mediator
God’s spirit you have to comfort in trial
And prayer—to visit with the King of Kings,
What blessing® it brings I
Tell me, why should a child of God be blus?
Your mail box, has it gathered too much dust?
How about the letter from heaven?
The one your Father has put in your trust?
Breath-taking teste, assignments not a few?
They are helpful, my ohild, your teacher
Mestar them, laugh at them, why be blue?
You have only two coppers, in desperate need?
Your Father owns the cattle ’pon a thousand
Band over to Him your burdensome bills0
Confined within -white walls muoh car© to
Matthew sight seventeen is for you to believe*
Disappointed in friends? Haven’t they been
There is a Friend who never fails) He understands
Tell me, Christian, why should you be blue?
—Mina Gliok ^ „v
A C S
D R I F T
Scene i Weaver’s Store >v ,vv>
Clerk* "0« K», your hot dogs are ddail?
IVhat trLll you have on them?”
Jasper* "Make mine a Scottish Terrier.”
* * * *
While browsing through some old books
and papers* Goidie Hummel exclaimed suidenly*
”0, I don’t have many nice things like som«
girls do, but I have junk and I juat love it®”
* * * *
Mark Enisa* " I’m going to leave you
f e1lows and get into good company*" He immediately
walked over to a mirror and looked
—Paul M. Landiu
DINING HALL BREEZES’
"Now, if I ’d be at home, I’d be a
chicken” * (For more information,, see Paul
Submitted by Luella Shank
OVERHEARD B Y OSWALD
Prank Brunk knows that a oovt has eight
lagBo Two in the back, two in the front,
two right onaa and two left ones.
It -takes Mario Gingorioh to find the
unique way to ora ok nuta. Plao® trie nut osro-fully
under one legj2f,ja--ohair—>then before
the nut slips a m y ^ J u m p on the chair* If thits
fails to crack ^ h e .jd^tim, tryv>.he bad or the
trunk. We wVSn l/f£rie suooeaa, inkier nut-ora.
iking bu^neis* \ \
When tfcara t o a some diatin^mnba under the
tables coiieons^finquired, "What’ii gping on?”
Ralph Malift replied! "My dogo arp mghting."
Rather c|wienfti isn’t she? Marion Jantai
said ike %|b.3 b o m the day bof or <vGo lumbua dis~
covered .Africa *
Did yj?u hear all th^fc joyous laughter in
the main hill Saturday n o o ^ -Exercise like
that is god$ for all oJMfHu The oause of thin
uproar was ^ live .(?) creature in a bos—
Kenneth Leas# is fcve o.vnor. >t*hat did you
think, Cana, 3hen thy^ contents of the box
turned out to b% e nut-oraaking atone?
Why did Lawrence Prui^c have to pick such
an unlueky number"ag^hiy/ieen to stop at when
he was trying to aeo now many slices of bread
he oould eat at one meal? But, that isn't the
worutl Aak Lewis Kraus or Kenneth Heatwole
how it feola to have twenty slices in one’s
a t o m oh at one time I
TKAKK HIM FOR THESE
Her hair la anoiwy white. Her face and
hands show soft crinkles. Her tall figure ia
slightly stooped, ’out on her countenance
reigns a pease sublime, serene, and beautiful.
The little child at her knee chatters merrily
and she Ila tana eagerly as if to catch the
meaning of its childish glee, but to her,
words have no sound, rain-dropa do not go
pitter-’ tter, music is not thrilling.
After twenty-3 even long years, she longs
again ere hor weary eye lids close, to hear
onoe more the sound of tiny feet, the ripple
of the laughing brooklet, the clatter of the
horse’8 hoofs on the pavement, the noise of
the barnyard animals, end the oraokle of a
oheery fire. Kor heart yearns but .no sounding
response* A tear rolls down the worn ohoek.
A prayer of aubmisaion ascends and joy again
radiates from her smiling faoe. Tenderness
moves in her every touch.
. > 4 ' 7i£ /
S u ?} h Q ra c e l<frS)^tzie r
I think tho maples are weeping
For, at dawn of day
Ae I a.tipped by
They oould not hear.
Tripping on stubborn roots,
Touching their confident trunks
Gently brushing their ooKuonplaoa leaves,
Tear drope fell upon me.
I think the a&ples are weeping,
I wonder why they are sad.
Smug are the maples
Tell me—-why are they sad?
SQUIRRELS IN ROCS! A
What? Do you mean to tell me there were
squirrels in Room A?
They wore nut-sating creatures anyway*
Imagine my surprise as I want into Room A
and spied the3 0 nut-eatero—enjoying a feast
When the tardy bell rang they all
scampered to their seats*
It was the Survey of English Literature
"A S 1'j‘HERS SEE US"
A number of seriouc casualties
for the weekend of snow and
ioe have been reported. The
mgst serious one, however,
^ ^ P ^ p e r d o n me, I’m not indulging
in self pity) raa the one
which befell me. I alighted
on an ioo-ooverod car out front
■whilo you ware passing to the
ohapel. I was no more than there when I found
myself on the pavement, with broken "specks,"
a blunted beak, and a fraotured wing. Moat
regrettable of all, I had to use the pin money
so graoiously donated last week, to pay for my
hospital bill. The dootor says I iray return
to ay offlo) by next week.
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