May 10* 1944 EASTERN MENNONITE SCHOOL Vol. V, No* 34
"A l l outI This is the terminus of this
roE.d. A ll pasaengeru out, please*” Another
run is ended. The oraw of the Weather Vane
bring v: s safely and. nuooeasfully and pleasantly
to the end of another journey* I t waa
a smooth run, few ‘bumps, no acoidenta, no
strikes, no lookouts, no picketing. No one
complained about low wages, no one asked for
a raiseo Everyone from chief engineer down,
ar-i from brakera&n up did his work with a smile*
And a ll of us who rode had a pleaeant r id e .
No», d i d n ’t wa?
But to change the figure, and go from
ooaoh to ohoo’c, Chanticleer had a flourishing
years despite a few lean waeks, and he winds
up the season in good rig , thanks to a ll who
fa ith fu lly fed the dear b ir d . I t looks like
the Weather Vane has a plao© at E .M .S . Eaoh
yet- r you took it a little better in your stride
end many of you are finding what a pleasant
th*-.ng it i-*5 to writ© lit t le savory things, and
to dip ynur pens in the rainbow whon sketching
thes ordinary as well as the extraordinary happenings.
The Weather Vanes of the y m r w ill
ttake a luminous picture of the E .M .S , scenic
ro%d of 1943*1944. A ll who added a brush-lead
of paint to the view have my hearty thank
you arid good wishes. Come baok this fa ll with
your ink wells fu ll and your pans in good rep
air, and work anew on the Weather Vane's
panorama of the years.
Congratulationc to the StaffI Excellent
workl Beautiful cooperations Pins spiritl
X X X X X X X X X X
Congratulations sad a ll the root of the
nice things I could aay to the Journal S t a f f .
Ka-?h year aeea some improvements. This year
.•wa-; no exception* You did good editing,
editors* Good work, contributors. You cleared
more ruts than usual, I think, and e t ill escaped
the ditch* Hurry baok, a l l of you, to
a ling mor-,. wordw and ap/a^h more colors i
,i #,r ■. y a
TO THE; LOVELY SH REA
New l i f e wafi in evidence by the m- ny green
leaves that covered the branches and t rigs
of the apirea in the front ywrd. Seat ,©red
profusely over the whole bash of green, were
millions of tiny white flowera. The rioent
rains weighed it heavily t i l l they ben'; low
toward the ground. I'w alked to it and moved
it gently* Its cool, refreshing water quickly
f e l l to earth. I shook i t vigorously* Again
its sparkling reindrops f e l l ligh tly , but its
tin y flowera clung tenaciously* Taking a few
small twigs in my hand, I wrung them with
strength t i l l its c o d in g aubstance ao thed
my hand and until more refuasd to corns I ci-mediately
upon releasing my grip, its ittle
twiglets and flowers sprang baok to their
former position, d e a n , strong, and fr ah*
Only a dainty little petal clung to th i palm
of my hand,. Ah, lovely spirea? live ni
Thou hsst withstood w in ter's chilling rinds,
the rains and storms of springtime, svsn the
cruelties of man* Live on, fa ir spirs .i Shad
thy radiance afar®
HEAR YEi HEAR YE2
The bargain counter is now open! Senior
journals for sal®I Buy them while they’re”
noil 3Ee counter w ill eoon close never to
open again and we don’ t want any disappointed
people to be turned away without being the
proud possessors of the new .1944 Senior .journal,
or better y e j o u r n a l a. The salesman w ill
be just too ;ickl©d to“"b© of sarvloa to you.
Com© ye. one and a l l , and buy before the
sales will-; c l o r e . The salesmen are ae fo llows»
Frank Brunk, Mary Hepner, Laura Coulaon, Cana
Plank, Phceba Branner, Dorothy Metaler, Kevin
M i l l a r .•
— Nssvin Miller, Chm.
WI. ATHER VANE
Ma _ 1 0 ' 1944 ‘ y S T T V , K o . 'l g
S ta ff
3d ..tor * * * * * * * * * « « ^eatar Brvbaker
4s ooiate Sditore * * * ® t Rtjth M. Krady
4) O '* a c Mary Kvrt-ss
Typist® * c. a • » « » a a a )lva Newswanger
* » ralyn Shoemaker
T •W t•ura L . Coulson
A Hi XS a * 4» * « » » «• • U 0 Graoe E * Gross
PressHAn « . » • • • • • • •* 9 Robert Keener
O jpt nS'.JlT* to « «< a » «* it i) » ft <* To Erackbill
The Weather Tana is- a w e e : y newepaper
pul lished by th© student® of ; atern Mernonit©
E VERYBODY Ci ME BACK NEXT ’ALL,.
— M .T.E *
.PtTir Unless you *11 be staying on*
THERE IS AN end of almost )very'.,hing« We
coir® to the end cf a story, a song, ® day# We
o » m to f i e end ef a refreshi i ; nap, a good
dinner, or a slats period* E nrything has an
end* In stoiiee the end may ;>me " , . .that was
th< end o f the 1J ttle red hen. ' or else " . . .
anc they lived ha ppily ever a '' ;e r."
In these last clays of a oho »1 we are oom-in,
'jo the end 01 many things . To the end
of o.J.arts periods, the and of a ams, and the
en of quint talks in the P» The end of
"!h g f«roily" meals in the din tg h all, of
:q let hour" on Sunday and of .ightfi out ab
lO S O e Sometimes, just to ref liae the faot
th-t the end of school is her. may c a u s e ^ o
f® ; .l that we are the lit tle r* ■ I hen and are
suffering her fata, but reall we a ll w ill
"l iv e hapoily ever after” A though many
things have an errl, yat thing like friendships.,
love and pleasant memo" as w ill last
forever* The influences we fc e received this
part year w il l m: rer end*
The. end of something m k a the beginning
of soirrthing else.. Those who i re finished entirely
with sohocl, are on th threshhold of a
bit. «d -entnre— life# Think nr, of what ha a
on'ied but of what is before* hed no tears
ovar what is past, but tackle he future with
dete rm 1. na ti on.
Some day l if e and time w ill end* Then
begins eternityi May you have, success in this
lift*— the kiaci of . success that determine# your
fixture ha opines a «
While the bouquets are being tossed right
and left concerning the good Iwalth of Chanticleer,
I , one of the associate editors,, wish
to thank each one of the students who hare ao
cheerfully fille d chanticleer's hopper with
mash and g r i t s Some have supplied the scratch
and others have helped scatter the cracked
corn* Thanks to a ll l Especially have I enjoyed
the fellowship of the rest of t h e staff
in our Mondfty night editorial meetings * These
ar© times that w ill never be forgotten as I
leave E.M.S* May God bless you a lii
WEATHER OR NO?
"R ain , rain go away;
Come again some other day*”
No, do n 't go— not i f you're going to do
things as you did on Saturday^ Say, folks,
did you see how people stuiied on Saturday?
Why the library was a vertiable h&hive of
energetic industry, all a-bus? with the rustling
of turning pages* And I dare say i f the
lid had popped off of the thinking boxes and
we could have heard a ll that was going on inside
we would have been ai/iased. Yes, I ’ d #ay
a rain that oan pick up so many fun-loving
bodies and set them down in chairs to study
one whole Saturday— Saturday, mind you?— is
worth having* But, was it th® rein? I wonder*
— Gladys Shank
JUNIOR CHORUS ECHOES
The program rendered by the Junior Chorus
on May 6, was indeed enjoyed by everyone» I
beliefs that each member of the chorus must
have lean inspired to do his vary best in sending
th© massages out to the large audience
assembled to hear them stag.
The program had several different features
that I «?m sure ware very much enjoyed
Some cne sitting back quite fa r , below
the balcony, thought that the Mixed Chorus
voices came from the front of the room a l though*
in reality, they came from above*
Another person said, 'I t sounded like
angels singing when the Juniors stopped and
the music rang on above.”
" I t was a grand program.” And s t il l
another person who had not heard either of
our choruses sing bcsfore aaid, '.’ I f this 1®
what ho Junior CUorue can do, what must the
Mixed Chorus be like?'*
Singing is indeed a g ift from God to
His children. Our voices, if consecrated to
God*«! service as these are, oan bring snuoh
honor and praise to our Redeemer*
6 ' " * — Mae Sohroek
3 E S T 5 X. A U <’« i S H E 5 T O E V E R Y O N E 31I
May 10, 1944 -3-
A VISIT TO THE'KING'S PALACE
Evan sunburnad faoes and sore muscles did
net keep ua— Miss Kemrer, Mias Hartzler, Miss
erb, Ruth H. Shank, Ruasell Baer, Nevin Millar
arid me— from finding our -ray to the King'e
palace on Sunday et the kind Invitation of
After on© of thos-3 typioal "Irgin ie meals
we gathered around tha organ and sang soma of
those good old aongs that continue to live on
and on and of whioh wo never tire of singing*
Ltoring the afternoon we were informed of
many things among them was the fact that Nevin
thought a " feather tic k " was a bug w a lM n g
around oa a feather nnd that Ruth Shank*a defin
itio n of superoalafaduliatioexpealidooloue
i s , " I t la the last word one apeaka before be
d ie a ."
We a ll wish to extend to Helen a hearty
"thank you" for a very lovely time.
— Goldie L.Hummel
All AFTERN0011 OF GIGGLES
Did wo .have a good time? That doesn't
describe i t . As soon as we raoeived our in vitation
®, inviting us to the home of Merna
Brennemaii, m knew we would have a good time,,
Soon after we entered the Iremnemar home,
our hostess and her sister entered the room
with slips of paper end pins. These slips
were pinned on our bs.oks. Each alip had the
name of a Bible character. The game wns to
guess whose name was on our baoka. Next we
played a game of ” Go T i l l You Guesa."
We were then served with a delicious
lunch, the climax being ice oream and chocolate
cake* As the sun had then begun to ahino
W'. wer.t out to have our pictures taken* This
finished an afternoon of a good time plus
After the evening services, the eleven
girl® who had spent the afternoon there, were
very much delighted to take Merna to her homo
in turn for what ah© had don© for us in the
EARTH'S rOMDROUS BEAUTIES
Blosaomsl do you breath their odors frag ant
Ae the dew-drops are fa llin g at mom?
They're ic graceful, lovely, radiant
That a note of cheer by them is borne*
Don t you lev© to hear the birdies s?ing
Whether at dawn, or at evening fair?
Pheir floating melodies gently do ring
Through the stillness of the summer a i r ,
Wei admire the work of the Master Painter,
As we look o r t h e beauties of today«
The ’way* of the world w i l l strangely grow.
Anf our live a w il l tcicf i,n a' brighter ray*
- -DoH a Showt 1 te ?
I t was on Tuesday afternoon
Ythile tha faithful sun was on inlug bright
l;hat we strolled across the graesy h ills
For a very delightful night®
We revelled in the lark's melody
And watched the frisky calves romp in play®
Our goal was the Oberholtser octtage
To honor little Mary's birthday*
We laid aside a ll'c o lle g e dignity
.'ad pretended we were children too
By. coloring pictures and telling stories
©f "Baby Moses" and "Truthful Suo."
Soon we gathered around the table
Where atood a oak® with oandles fourj
We revelled in country ha:u and egga
Until there was no room for mr,ro.
For Mary we sang, "Happy Birthday"
And light ed the tlr.y oandles whit,1?•
She responded with a birthday spesch
Whioh afforded ue a heap of delight*
Then our host ordered the Raddle on Queen
For the greatest eroitement that night,
Oould anything ba core thrilling
Than a horse back ride in the moonlight?
After bidding kind frienda good-bye.
We returned to school refreshed in mind
Determined to master every task
And in our studies much joy to f in d .
— Mina and Elisabeth
Six members were present for the final
meeting of Soriblerus. "Janet Comes To Our
Home", by Miss Rohrer, ima a delightful picture
of a neighbor child-— half fe.iry, half
e l f . With the author we were astonished when
Janet, a mischievous sprit© at the neighbor’ s
house, proved to ba an effic ie n t 'mother's
helper11 at home* Grace Wenger read a poem,
14Ravelation# " a description of willows in
spring. Brother Brackbill had us chuckling
ae he "read "Time A i n 't N u t h i n l * Mina Gliok
read a c h il a 's story, "An Afternoon With a
Pony", in which Lester learned a valuable
lea son in honesty. Soft drinks kept ue cool
ea we listened to theae interesting numbers.
Soriblerus eays, "Many thanks, Brother
Braokbill, for making po* sible the mjpat inter-
< sting, moat i n f o r m ! , ar i moat challenging
rtooiety in the school.
— Grace Wenger
Overheard in the dining rooms
"E .M .C . w ill never have another Rese t I*
OVERHEARD BY OSWALD
Beware, young nan, bo-rare I
O il of wintergreei may smell good
like perfume but an shirts it acts
like its true name— Sal Acetic
a c id . Ask Prank Irunk about his
silk shirt, ho m ,j explain how
th© holes got there.
Mahlon Ho ray, the noted ginger, was die-playing
some of his talent on Saturday morning
-sshen he m\o suddenly interrupted by one
‘ who mis interpreted his song, ''Hey, give that
calf more repo.1'
I t must bo spring, must be spring*— Norman
Uerstin® gets rather mixed up at tin.os. The
other day when he was at a ta‘ ;le with five
giria someone acted h3jn i f he wanted some more
milk, "Gi-re the ether girls seme f i r s t ,w he
After Ruth Shenk answered one of those
questions on the ethics exam, she said, "W e ll,
I hope Brother Cheater gets the point to thati"
— She Eavesdropper
LITTLE THINGS I LOVE
On. a Summer morning I love,
The song of a bird while i t ’ s s t il l dark.
A lovely, delicately-tinted sky.
Dew pearls on a spider’ s web.
The crisp, fresh a i r .
A dog's affectionate morning greeting.
On a summer afternoon I love.
The cool shady spots to rest i n .
Th® drone of honey bees.
The gentle breeze that stirs the honeysuckle
v llQ S .
The delioious lazy feeling that comes when
there’ s nothing to do but read in
On a summer evening I love,
A oow b e l l 's distant tin k le .
The b ir d s ’ good-night songs.
The grass that’ s cool and fresh to your
t O 9 0 a
The fir e- flie s ’ darting fl ig h t .
The feel of the cool breeze stirring your
hair while you watoh the moon.
— M .K .
"COME TO E .M .S ."
Have you been trying to t link why you have
that homesick feeling with evsry thought of
leaving E .M .S .? Don’ t you reaember our Rally
Day program last Tvednesday morning? The double
octet with their new interpretation of that
old southern melody certainly brought baok
vivid memories of the y ear’ s events. I know
each one of us would have gladly joined in the
appreciations of E .M .S . as they wore given by
several of our numbers. Some of you, I'm sure
were near to tears as Brother Braekbill told us
how he and Mrs. Braekbill would not come back^
to E .M .S . next year. Did you hear the sigh of
r e l ie f that w*nt raving bnok through th© ohapel
(C o n 't at bottom of next column)
I never knew that
The fairest g ift o
Until the April af
Their fairy loa.fl®
How, somber clouds
The restless lake
And,, sharply etohe
Three willow trees
A llo w trees oould be
? springtime to the vale,
iemooa we watched
~a dancing in the gale,
foretold a venial storm,
i033®d plashing wavelets high,
i against the glooming- gray,,
were laughing to the sky.
I never knew that spring oould be so f a i r ,
The laka so mad, t ,e April wind so frea,
Until the day wo e-;ood together there
Your presenoe lifted Beauty’ s veil for me.
— Grace Wenger
HAPPY BI iTIIDAY TO YOU!
Saturday evening at 6 :3 0 found twenty
students. running t .irough the rain to room M.
Their purpose was bo help Robert Keener celebrate
his birthday. Most of the evening was
spent in playing many interesting and well-planned
games. Ora was a story to -which we
supplied the adjectives. Among the many funny
descriptions which resulted v®s the Henry
Weaveri(3h horses. Have you ever tried talking
without using the pronoun " i " ? We tried it
and forfeited a bean every time wo did so.
Even our English teacher, Miss Wenger, was
heard saying, "Me want a b e a n ". After we had
received partners »e ware ushered into the
beautifully decors bed Art Laboratory. We
found our places around the tables and were
served toasted chesse sandwiches, chocolate
milk, ice cream aid cake. At the close we
sang hymns and listened to Miss Wenger read
a few selections cf postry on friends and
friendships. We were much impressed with the
thoughts she gave as we sat silently in the
dim candlelight recalling the many friendships
we had made here at school. We closed
with a few sentence prayers, and hurried baok
to school. V/e 5/ich to thank our hostess,
Ellen Keener, for a moat delightful evening.
--Betts* Lee Bonder and Phoobe Shenk
when he explained, "How oould I come back when
I w ill not be leaving." The '’ obsolete” songs
sung by the Faculty Quartet were new to us.
D id n 't we enjoy the personal invitation Brother
Chaster gave us to aoma baok? Yes, w e 'l l all
come baok, all but a fewl
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