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September 211, 1044 EASTERN MESSHCIIITE SCHOOL Vol. VI, No. 4
STUDENTS SCAMPER ON SCAVENGER SEARCH
Equipped w i t h lists of rare and highly
amusing articles and filled wit h zeal and a
keen sense of adventure, the student b o d y
divided into groups of nine and scurried off to
m a n y parts of Park V i e w as Saturday n i g h t’s
scavenger hunt got off to a good start.
Before leaving on this unusual excursion,
all students met in the ohapel and Dorothy
Metzler issued instructions for the hunt.
Everyone was asked to knock only at doors
tagged w i t h yell o w slips of paper, to bo
courteous and to be a good sport, to be care*
ful not to damage property, and to return to
the oampus w i t h as m a n y items as possible
b y 8*30 o ’olook. ,
Neighbors in the community were most
cooperative and wen t to a great deal of trouble
to supply seeking students w i t h a great c o n glomerating
of miscellaneous itams ranging in
character f r o m items such as Swans D o w n C ke
Fl o u r to turkey feathers and bird nests. ^Each
group had to procure a piece of candy nibbled
b y a minister and a n interesting number of
ministers in Park V i e w got a taste of the
Of the thirty-aix odd items on the list
thirty-four was the highest number to be obtained
in the quest. This number w a s secured
b y a group comprised of Esther Mast, Ethel
Mumaw, M a r y Kurts, Bernice Berkey, R uby Berkey,
.Anna Weaver, Mae Schrock, and Edna Mae Mast.
The girls were rewarded for their efforts w i t h
a large b a g of candy.
Unless sufficient calls for it justify,
Soriblerus will n o t funotion this year.
—M. T. B.
A T LAST
For several days and night® the students
of E. Mo S. had b e e n under the strain of a
’’when-wlll-lt-hapjen" feeling* Those c h i l d hood
fire-fears wh i c h we thought w e had over-come
were again roylved. Students lay awake
for hours, expecting at any minute to hear the
siron. Boy s slept in their ahirtn and trousers,
(honestly), w i t h billfolds under their p i l l o w s a
ready to make their e s o a p e 0 Horrible dreams of
burning buildings haunted ua nightly. Our
appetite® left ua and table-oonvereation turned
to pertinent firo questions and students were
propheoylng as to w h e n the drill would b e 0
Then W e d n e s d a y evening, it dame. Students
had to leave their studies, committee meetings
were b r o k e n up, and everyone but the fire-squad
moved out. I n several minutes everything was
under control, end at the ringing of the gong,
everyone moved sadly in.
Really though, it could have b e e n serious.
There might have been a real fire so l e t’s take
these fire-drills seriously, move out as rapidly
aa possible, and if you wan t to boys, keep on
sleeping in your trousers 2
Lawrence B r u n k
I. Q. TESTS
”Brlng your pencils along to chapel
tomorrow morning,” w a s an announcement received
in chapel last Wedn e s d a y morning. Most of ua
k new what to expect—nothing less than an
Intelligence Quotient Testo
A n earnest and enthusiastic group received
the teat the following morning. They found the
test divided into four sections. The first two
ware concerning the definitions of words, the
latter two seoticns—ar i t h m e t i c . Everyone
seemed to enloy those few minutes of relaxation
b e t w e e n the w o mai n seotions. ,
Moat of us are glad this test is completed,
bu t won't w e look forward to the I. Q. lescs
w i t h the same eagerness next yea if
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W E A T H E R VANE
September 27 / 1*944 Vol. V I , No® 4
Editore • u a o s t o s J o Lester Brubaker
Literary c » s ® o < > e < , M a r y Kurtr
H ews a o . s o o o o o o John Miller
Feature . . o o . » . » Anna Sauder
Art o e o . o B o . a o Norman Kraus
Sub-Staff— Rhoda Krady, H e l e n Good, Pearl
Hoatetter, "The Eavesdropper”
"The 0/1 o'1
Production Staff—R oaalyn Brenneman, Merna
Brenneman, Alma Brunk, Daniel Baer,
Sponsor * * . . « . * . . Ms T® Braokbill
THE V/GATIER VAI’E ia published" weekiy
during the school yea r b y the students of
Eastern Mennonite sohool
A m 1 Christian?
Do I act like one?
Wo u l d Christ do it that way?
W o u l d He say that?
May it be eoo
*"~Ma T a Bo
The young philosopher bends wea r i l y over
his book-laden desk* Hia pale face, his knit
brow, hie tired eyes show long hours of study*
For days, yen, for weeka, ha haa b een absorbing
the philosophies of Plato,, Soorates, Aristotle
and a host of others. Ee oeeke on. He
must find truth*
Two m e n olimb wearily up a rosk-strarjm
path* Oxi thoir shoulders sits an old manj his
feat ate but sticks. His akin ia leathery,
and his eyes are sightless. Coming to a round
pillar they solemnly lift h i m up. As the aun
rises in the east the old man turns hia passion^
lesa faoe toward it. He has followed that
a r m’s orbit for thirty years. He followa oru
He mus t find truth.
Slowly, deliberately, tho small, y e llow
Japanese inserts the blade* Hia faoe writhe*
wi t h pain as he pulls to the right and then to
the left. He fa lie f onward—dead. He has
followed truth as he knew it* He follows ,o
m o r e 0 Hia search for truth is f i n i s h e d *
Are the tired philosopher, the Hindu sun
worshiper, the fanatical Jap* w h o hare no God
and k now not where truth lias, more ardent in
their aearoh for truth than w e who have a
God and know where truth ia?
ARE YOU TICKLISH?
Whera ia your tlcskiiah spot? It-a not
your riba, nor the solea of your feet* It'a
your shouldera. Oh# students don't mind the
friendly a lap which says,, " Y o u’re a pretty
good fellow*” but they do mind the criticism
whioh touches their ahouldera saying,, wY our
posture need a improvement »'* That'a a pretty
This ia discovered each year during he^th
inspections. Posture lathe hardest item fco
mark* Sometissos you solicit the 8tu<?ent’« help
and aak him if he thinks it should be graded
good, fair, or p o o r s Usually he is too
ticklish to say wha t he t h i n k s 0 So let ua
help one a n o t h e r <> Ninety-nine perocnt of ua,
including the one w h o ia giving this advice,
need to improve our poature3<- Tap your friend
lightly on the shoulder and say, ”t see y o u 8re
not tioklish« H o w about pulling these u a ®”
Then w h e n his turfa comes to tap you, Co not
forget your gracious, "Thank y o u ' u *"
">"Elis5ab'3th S., Erb
Were you at the basketball gem9? If not,
d o n ’t read about it becauae you willbe atruak
wit h remorse to think of w hat you *ni* ned. The
enthusiastic Smithsonian®, Bita of Punctuation*
and under classmen gathered hastily*
The blast of the whistle stung both teams
into a c t i o n » Had we paid for a basketball
game we would have gotten a bargain because wo
aleo aaw fragments of football, vclloy ball*
and even soccer*
A t the approach of the la at quarter everyone
was standing on tip-toes.—usually not their own
however. The last quarter was fought amid
suppressed gasps and quite unsuppressed shrieks*
Incidentally, let's remember the next time that
"booing is the wind passing through the empty
cavities of the cranium*" M<r.ny people ate at
least halp a teaspoon of finger nailn before
the viotory of the Smithsonians ended the gams
w i t h a aoore of IS to 11*
““Barbara L« Keener-
For him who would hear the message of G o d 1-.
love f rom the stars of Heaven, the light of
dawn oomaa too soon. Celestial thoughts are imported
to ua in a beautiful w a y as we become
familiar w i t h the sparkling gems of the skies,
end learn to call t h e m b y name, and gre w into c m
appreciation of their greatness, and hear over
and over again the aonga they so Joyously sing?
Glory to God in the Highest* Pralee Hie Holy
N a m e * .
September 27, 1944 ~3=>
I T ’S OF AUTUMN THAT ISSING
A u t u m n J Just feel the melody and solemn
loveliness of the very name,,
W h a t a splendid ohat I had w i t h the trees
last night. Delightful plans were whispered
to me of stunning n e w gowns in w h i c h they will
appear w hen October gives her party. The y
plan to astound the worldj the y do I The "Maple
Maido" will wra p their graceful forms in
rustling, orimson cloaks, wh i l e the "Oaks" nod
w i t h satisfaction over their golden glitter*
They are artists I tell youj everyone of
them! Just w a i t until you sight their tasteful
And w h e n the party is over} h o w thrilling
to w a l k eialeasly about among those matchless
fragments of party leftovers and see the vivid
frooks flung oaralessly in the lap of "Mother
Earth," w h o gently folds t h e m a w a y in soft
white ootton until the next A u tumn party.
—Alma B r u n k
BARR E N OR FRUITFUL?
I stopped into a large and b a r r e n land,
and then I stopped and gazod for miles around,
till suddenly I bowsd m y head and wept, for
there were scen©3 unploaaant to describe.
I saw where withered flowers onoe bloomed
in fragr&noa fair, but n o w were soorchad by
summer's hsat and t rodden in the hard, brown
And then, I saw across tha fields,
miniature gorges, carved b y merry, laughing
streams, that skipped and frolicked over
rooks, but n o w heard only feeble noises.
Trees bowed low thair faded leaves, and
fields for acres skatohed a fainting scene.
But still I knew that soon release would
come. I w a i t e d—and then I heard that gentle,
mystic song, refreshing rain.
»Twas then I saw the forests clap their
hands, the brooks resound to former happy d a y s,
and fields revive to glowing health again.
I pondered long, and thought h o w many
hearts there are that live a barren, fruitless
life, that wither., faint, and die f r o m s i n ’s
cruel heat, and than I k n e w that there are
m a n y longing for rileaaa.
So m a y we tell t hem of the One w h o giv©H
n e w life and sing to t h e m the songs of lasting
—M a r y Louise Shank
A N E. Mo S. SUNRISE
One morning as I eagerly peered toward the
mouriteinsg from m y lonely oave I hoard the
haarty voice of a f a m a r as ha called his
reluctant cowe home f r o m their luscious meadows,
sprinkled w i t h star~dust.
Looking toward the sky at that tiaa one
could sea dark, purple mountains, majastio
against a faintly tinted sky of pink. Watching
breathlessly, I noticed that heaped clouds were
rushing toward the formidable mountains. There
they reaohad long, alow, but oompetent fingers
toward the mass of golden haza w h i c h aaomed to
fuse f r o m the base of the mountains.
One moment more and the light and happy
olouds toased the yellow mazo up-up into tha
rosy background* Than amidst tha glorious
bad wh i c h they had made, the w e a r y olouds, like
a tirad child, reclined, long, complacent
croaturaa of ease. Howavar they had not long
to rest beoause soon tha grinning sun, thair
play-mate, emerged fro m tha mountains in robas
of rad and orange. Then tha clouds gambaled
off to rnaat h i m and I, as I paused before my
cave, thought how wonderful is our God—tha
maker of the sun-risa.
C R D C E V 9S l Z < r > S R l > / C E t J ?
THE MODERN PIED PIPER
Aorose tha campus tha musician stopped,
Smiling first a little smile,
As if he kne w w hat music alopt
In his Instrument all the while.
Following closaly in his wake
A group of girls, in anticipation
Of hearing musio fro m his strings,
B e t o o k themsalves w i t h adoration#
In a far corner, sacludad and shady,
Thay otoppad in joyous abandonj
Resting his b a c k against a troa
lie played refrains at random.
M a n y a couple pasaing b y
Stopped to rest and listan,
While he played on in aoetacyj
Eao h l a s s i e’s ayes aglistan*
W h o is this mode r n Orpheus
W h o haunts tha campus after two?
Calls forth the ladies dark and fair.
A n d leads thorn to his r e n d e z v o u s(
~**Elva M. Kr a d y
OVERHEARD B Y OSWALD
W h e n someone made disparaging
remarks about the overgrown "kitten'’'
found b y the winning scavenger
t e e m „ Ruby B e r k e y retorted, "I
just aaid,, ’Here K i t t y , kitty ’ and
this thing walked right up to me V
The oonveraatlon w as S F o u F oTiaperonea »
' u’denly Janet Weav e r b e came poetical.
”1 never satt a chaperone,
I never hope to see one
B u t this I will say any w a y
I ’d rather need than be one J"
M y dear Xeirine’tK"1 t e a s V j ' ' *
Tak, tskj, tak*
Most sincerely j.
*-T h e E a v e sd ro p p e r
a h i n t t o t h e o p t o m e t r i s t
Said Brother Kor,tetter to an a s s e m b l y of
avid Avians: "Look at the Blue Jay with the
W H A T ? N O OPOSSTJM IN C M ADA?
”A r e t hey those little round things?”
thought Agnes Roth* (Aloud) W e soon learned
aha was thinking of persimmons J
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AS ITHEHS SEE US
When 1 perched cn the pulpit railing
to observe the Sunday morning wor~
ship service* I was disturbed by the
sound of e parching army. As I
\ a J ruffled my feathers in preparation
for flight., I happened to sea tha
cause of the disturbances It was only a group
of students entering the chapels W i t h t h e
absence of carpet and the scarcity of rubber
heels., a silent and graceful entrance is d.iffi^
cult, but I believe that thoughtfulness and a
little effort would ©lixoinate m u c h unnecessary
Af t e r an impressive song I w e s dismayed to
hear a series of loud thuds os hymnals were
dropped carelessly into the racks® L e t ’s try
to do it noiselessly*
W e r e you indignant because you were* kept
waiting in the vestibule while the first hymn
was being sung? The ushers wore doing their
duty* Y o u hadn't dona yours.. Be prompt next
time* Through a long life of observation I
have diijcovered the truth of the maxim, "The,
early owl gets the m o u s e «'*
OPEN LETTER '
'L a m an Armerian. I a m a member of a
society of proud and noble standing* Proud
because we have on m a n y occasions tasted the
fruits of victory® Nobler because we take
defeat w i t h a audle* Dear Artist* I hate to
aee this proved and, noble society misre p r e s e n t e d 3
To portray t h e m in a state of dejection after
so trivial a defeat as one basketball game, I
feol is « grout: misrepresentation!. Wsl forgive
y o u , But remember, dear Artist, whether in
defeat or victory the countenance of an
Armerian retains, if nothing el*e< a smile*.
— jo Mo
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