Albion High School - Chevron Yearbook (Albion, NY)

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Autumn Reverie The autumn woods made a de'ightful picture from my place on the hill, it seemed as though some giant artist had tripped in the near-by brook and. falling, had let his huge paint pots spill all over the woods. The dark green landed on the pine trees making them even darker. The crimson and yellow splashes on the maples. As the giant fell, his hands scraped all the leaves from the birch trees and his usual silver paint had coated the white birches. Some of the trees had escaped his paint and were still green while some were dashed with yellow, green, crimson and purple. The srmac had been right beneath his pot of scarlet paint and was fairly dripping with the color. On the ground, the plants had received their share. There were flowers bathed with purple painted asters, and some with brilliant yellow goldenrod, while the leaves torn oft by his fall lay like a heap of butterfly wings. Suddenly, l heard 11 thud. Was it the giant coming back to get his paint? It cer.ainly was not. It was my history book which I had intended to study falfing to the ground unopened.-Betty Elson 1-t1ll, Getting To School on Time Harrison! Time to get up! Harrison! Harrison. Get up! Ho hum! Why did I go to the show last night? VVhy can't I stay home and sleep? I could have a sore throat or a stomach-ache but I've had them so often lately that I don't dare have another one for fear that I will have to go to the hospital. Oh, well! I can't be sick today so I guess I'll have to get up. I,.et's see now, the clock says ten minutes after eight. I could sleep ten more minutes and still be in school on time. I guess I'll go back to sleep. Harrison ! get up or I'll come up and pull you out of bed. , O. K. mother, I'll get up. I'll have to sleep ten minutes extra tomorrow to make up for today. ' Oh! where are my socks! Here they are under the bed. Now my shirt! VVhere did I put it? Oh! Iill have to put on a clean one, I suppose. Now my pants are missing, where could they be? I guess mother is pressing them for meg they needed to be pressed anyway. Now where are my shoes? Gosh darn, that dog is always chewing on people's shoes! NVell, I'll comb my hair and brush my teeth and then go downstairs and eat breakfast. Good morning, mother! I'll have coffee and griddle-cakes, if you please. just pile them on my plate and I'll go to work on them. Is it half-past eight yet? Oh my gosh! twenty minutes to nine. W'ell, I'll have to run all the way if I expect to make it. Good-bye! I'll be home about six o'clock. Have supper ready! Oh! hand me my lunch, will you? I wonder if I can make it. There goes john in his new carg the lucky stiti' doesn't have to hurry. Nuts! there goes the three minute bell! Come on locker, open up! Let's see now left 2, right 6, left 12, there it is! , I.et's see I need my History book, English book and notebook and Science book. Where is that English book? Here it is! Now to get to homeroom. The clock is slow this morning, I hope!!! I can hear our teacher. she is calling out the names beginning with M now. Ah! Here I am safe in my seat and not late ! Harrison Phillips ? Yes, teacher, present ! 1936 CHEVRON 230

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Lesson In Canoeing Paddling a canoe looks like a very easy job. IVhen I saw a popular movie hero paddling down a moonlit stream warbling to a beautiful heroine draped gracefully over the front end of the canoe, I thought that even I could learn how to paddle. so simp'e did it seem. The handsome young man hardly took his eyes from the lovely lady to steer the canoe and the rate of speed he made for the number of strokes he took was marvelous io behold. I determined to learn to paddle a canoe. It looked like the easiest thing on earth to do. I had my chance during the summer vacation. IXI y aunt rented a canoe for the season and my sister and I were taught to paddle. I learned how to pad- dle in the front and Virginia in the stern of the canoe. I'erhaps to the one- looker both jobs seem the same but there is really quite a difference. To steer the canoe from the stern takes skill but the person in the bow has to do most of the paddling and that takes just plain muscle. I never realized that my job was the harder until the day when I finally persuaded Virginia to just let me try steering. I was surprised to Find how easy it was. OI course I landed unintentionally two or three times and rammed into a few snags, but on the whole I, if no one else, was very much pleased with my efforts. As practice is supposed to make perfect. I naturally jumped at the chance of steering the canoe whenever I could and soon I managed quite well. One day while on a picnic we discovered that we had no can opener. Now a can opener is very necessary to a picnic, so I offered to go back for one. Wfe were having our picnic on the creek bank about half a mile from our cottage and we had come up in the canoe. I never thought I would be per- mitted to go, as I had never been all alone in a canoe before. Therefore I was overjoyed when I was given permission. I set off very happily and some- what zig-zaggled down the stream. Everything went along smoothly. I only bumped into one island and I made a very good landing at our dock. I hurried to the cottage and was soon back with the precious can opener. I was paddling along very serenely Isitting in the bow of the canoe. to steer, but not knowing the differencej when I heard some one yelling at me I saw a small boy pointing to a baseball in the middle of the creek. He asked me to get it for him, and not having done my good deed for the day. I was glad of this opportunity. Coming up to the ball I reached over and got my hand on it. The next thing I knew, I was in the creek. the ball in one hand and the side of the canoe in the other. It was a funny sight. but not to me. Cushions, lazybacks and paddles were floating merrily down stream. If you have ever been swimming in 'I creek perhaps you have become acquainted with the slimy reeds growing on the bottom, near shore. XVell. I did. Swimming along side of the canoe as I pushed it to shore, the nasty things twined around my legs. It gave me the most pleasant sensationflike snakes squirming around. After the canoe was on shore. I swam out and collected the other things, including the ball. I hope the boy appreciated it. VVith the help of a man who had been near by. I managed to get most of the water out of the canoe. Then I paddled mournfully to our picnic grounds, prepared for the worst. which I certainly got. liven now some kind person brings up that embarrassing subject. be- fore company, of my first experience alone in a canoe. Though hard earned. the ability to paddle in the stern of the canoe was well worth the struggle. Now I can raise the loveliest quarrels with Vir- ginia over who will steer. That, if nothing else, is well worth my rather wet experience in learning how to paddle a canoe.-Betty Iilson 021- 1936 CHEVRON