Warsaw High School - Blast Yearbook (Warsaw, NY)

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June, 1924 T H E B L A S T Page Twenty-five after searching for awhile, found him carving his name on one of the pillars of the Hall of Fame, 'We finally dragged him away and Ken Wellman told Ping that the only place he should carve his name is in an orchard. Ask Ping why. Went back to the hotel and to bed. Monk came into our room just now. He has on a pair of lavender pajamas. They don't fit, especially around the waist. He says that the pawn ticket said they were size 36 but they look like 46's to me. I went back to his room with him. I know now how Clayt keeps that in- fantile complexion. He was standing in front of the mir- ror rubbing cucumber cream into his skin. He acted awful crabby when I kidded him and I told him he should use lemon juice as it would agree with his temper better. I almost forgot something. James Francis O'Donnell, aged fifteen, took a certain girl to the movies tonight and tia said he put his arm around her. How true it is, I know not, but I mean to ask Hud about it, Sunday Walt and Ping woke me up this morning. They were having their daily morning fight. Intended to go to church, but hung around so long in the street waiting for the president to go by that I lost my chance. Well, I saw Coolidge, anyaway. In the afternoon we Went to the zoo. When we came to the monkeys, we grew home- sick as it reminded us so much of Junior Study Hall. We left at three for the Franciscan Monastery. After view- ing the cathedral, we descended stairs that led into the reproductions of the Catacombs. This trip did Mary McGee a' lot of good as she bought a prayer book when she left. After a most instructive day, we came back to the hotel where we rested up. At seven o'clock, we went to the Congressional library where we stood with open mouths admiring the gold ceiling. Just found out tonight why that guy is wandering around the halls at night. He is the house de- tective and he has been taking notes on everything we have been doing and today he presented the list to Miss Moore. Monday Thomson woke us up this morning by shooting off a blank cartridge gun, It certainly created a sensation thru the hotel. Went up the Washington monument. Clayt helped Mew Rice up all the way. He said it was great for reducing but whether he meant climbing the stairs or helping Mew up, I don't know. Went up on the 'White House lawn in the afternoon. Kids were having their annual egg rolling contests. Louise Bristol and Albert Hemenway entered in some of them and Weewee won a prize but she won't tell what it is. A funny thing happened this noon. Seth, Clayt and Monk' went into a swell restaurant. They sat down at a table and a waiter came over looking curiously at Monk. He called Seth aside and said that he was sorry but the management didn't cater to negroes. Seth explained to the waiter when he was able to stop laughing, but for some reason Stuart Otto didn't enjoy the joke. An- other lad has gone astray. Vincent Higgins has emerged from his shell and has taken a girl to the movies tonight. Everybody down No matter how never perspiref' here is singing a new song hit. It's much a fish exercises in water, he'll Tuesday Just before we left for Annapolis, a clerk came up and took Eddie's gun away from him. He scared poor Glad Smith has been in ecatsy twhat- all day. Seems a fellow from Le Roy Dog to death. ever that meansj whom she knews ,showed up last night. Hasn't seemed natural all day. Must write her mother. At Annapolis we went thru several buildings. Enjoyed the gym most of all. It's big enough to put our whole school in it. Some of the awkward squads marched for our benefit. Some girls would fall for anything in a uniform. Mildred Weber and Lois Andrews thought they looked just grand. They never saw me in my Boy Scout uniform. Or Albert Hemenway in knickers. Wednesday Our last day in Washington. Went on a sight-seeing tour in the city. The Lincoln memorial made a wonder- ful impression on me. It seems to stand for seme- thing big and unexplainable. At five we left the hotel, carrying as much soap, towels and stationery as we could smuggle out. Arrived in Philadelphia about 9:00. This hotel tThe Sylvaniaj is swell. Monk had a hard time getting a room though. He says he is going to per- oxide his skin. Our rooms are great here. We've even got shower baths. The city of Brotherly Love. Won- der if we will have Quaker Oats for breakfast, Thursday ' This morning we went through Wanamakers and the Curtis Publishing Company. Walt Ahner was dis- appointed. He said he looked all over for the post, while he was in the publishing house. I inquired what post, and he said the Saturday Evening Post: he always won- dered if it was a hitching post or a place to mail let- ters on Saturday night. 'We had the afternoon to our- selves. Some of us went to see Jane Cowl in Romeo and Juliet . We were thrilled way through. Shakes- peare never appealed to us till we saw Jane Cowl. Others went to Keith's. Wee Bristol will tell you all about it if you ask her-perhaps. Most of the fellows thought that Philadelphia was a Quaker City, but OH Boy, if Bill Penn could see the painted wimmen that we saw, he would never go back to his grave. Teeter has purchas- ed one of Elinor Glynn's books to read on the way home. It's the Philosophy of Love. Clayton, as you know was in Nothing But the Truth. He ,ls certainly getting it out of that book. tContinued on page 3533

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Page Twenty-four T H E B L A S T June, 1924 JIllllllllIlllllllllllIIlllllIlllIlllIIIIIlIIllIIIIIIIIIIllIIlllIIIlIIllIIIIIIllIIlllIlIIIIllIIllIllllIlllIlllIIIIIIlllIIllIIllIIIllIIlIIIIlIIllllllIIllIIlllIlllIlllIIIIIllllllIIIIllllllllllllIIIIIllllIIIIIlllIIllIIllIlllllllllllllllllllllIllIIllIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllIlllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIllllllIIlIllllllllllllllllllllllllg E THE WASH1 : i GTO TRIP : ll Illllllllll IlllllrllllllIIIIllllllllIIIlltllllllllIIllIlllllllllllllllllllll IIIIIllllIllIIIlIIllIIllIllllIllllIllIIIllllllIIllIIllIIIIIllllIIIIIIIlIIIIIIllIIIlIIIllIIllllullllllllllllllllluIllIIIllIllIllllIIlIIllIllllIllIIllllllIllIIIIIIllIllIIlllllllllllllllllllllllflllllllllllllllln Elllwlllllllllllllllllglllllllllll I K 'irfiaayj iii., 18th ' At last we are on our way. 'Tis hard to believe but it must be true because here we are on a train speeding south at about sixty miles per hour. The gang's all here, including Posey. I got up this morning at four, and it was raining terrible. I felt dark myself till the family shelled out fifty bucks. At seven, carrying a bag that weighed a ton, a lunch box that weighed two tons and a lot of parting advice, I sloppily waded by way to the station. Arriving I found nearly all the Seniors thereg but grief seemed apparent. Inquiring I found that Teet Madison and 'Chilblain O'Donnell were missing. Just as the train pulled in, a. taxi drew up to the station, and alighting, attired in a new top coat that rivaled 0bie's neckties for colour, came Te,et. Rushing up I inquired if he had seen Red . Without replying, he pulled him out from under his coat tail where Red had taken re- fuge from the storm. We reached the junction in no time, 'and found we had to wait an hour. We amused ourselves by taking pictures, none of which turned out good, which is too bad for several reasons. After awhile, the Black Diamond Express, bound for New York, came tearing down the track. Just before she reached the sta- tion, a flash of light was seen beneath the engine. With what seemed incredible speed, she stopped. I was won- cracked wise forward and dering what was the matter, but quickly when an authoritative acting guy rushed inquired which one of us put the torpedo on the track. No one moved. He talked loudly for several minute-sg telling how the train would not arrive on schedule, etc. He received no satisfaction from us, but you know it is rather funny that Monk Shapiro and Dog Thomson were absent during all this. Our train soon came along, and we were all put in the same car. It's too long to tell how the day passed, but we had some time-nearly wrecking the train. If I had time I would write about many things, including Julia Ethel May's conquests, and Ken Wel1man's female from Waverly. About five o'clock, Monk felt hungry and went into the dining car. Leaving, he tipped the waiter FIFTY CENTS! Whether he thought is was a nickle or recognized in the coon some long lost relative, we will never know, as Stew is silent on the subject. About eight we pulled into Philadelphia. Here an enormous group got on the cars. At eleven, we arrived at Washington. Gosh, it gave us a thrill to look down Pennsylvania Avenue at the Capitol. It was all lighted up. We got in busses here, and headed for the hotel. We were quickly assigned our rooms and the whole Warsaw bunch are placed so that We can look out on a court. We ought to have some fun this way. It is now 12:15 and Monk, Seth, Glad Smith and Iola Baker are leaning out of their various windows and are singing. They're singing, Who'll tuck me in tonight, since I'm so far from home? I noticed a fellow wandering around the halls. 'Wonder who he is? Saturday Got up just in time to join the party this morning. It was a terrible nightg noise all the tim. Cat Schnei- der led the riot among the girls while Jimmie Reid kept the fellows in motion. This continued till about four, when for some reason the bunch quieted down. The first place we visited, was the Old Markets. These are public markets and are composed of stalls, one after an- other, all under the same roof. Dog licked his chops all the way thru the place. They also sell flowers and baked good here. The flowers interested me most, I saw a lot of funeral wreaths and I thought of sending one to our Physical Director, but changed my mind when I learned the price of one. It was too much money to waste. From here we went to the dock where we board- ed the boat for Mt. Vernon. We all certainly enjoyed the ride up the Potomac, altho the wind blew unmerci- fully. At. Mt. Vernon we had our picture taken. We went thru the house and other buildings. Mary Coleman and Mary McGee have two Romeos and won't let them out of their sight. Wonder where they picked them up? Finally we came to a building labelled Smoke house . Monk said that Martha Washington must have been pretty strict to make George come way out here to smoke. It took Seth Wright half an hour to convice Monk that the building was once used for the curing of meat and not for soothing one's nerves. At noon we ate at a little lunch room near the grounds. Several of the fellows ordered a big meal and then left without paying for it. How they manage to get away with such things, I don't know. I can't. Seven of us had to wait for our order from 12:15 till 2:40. We were ready to chew raw meat by the time it came. There was a woman at a near table smoking. She didn't seem to mind our staring at her. One of the fellows took a picture of her. We stayed at Mt. Vernon till three o'clock when we boarded a trolley for Alexandria. Here we went thru the church Washington attended and also the Masonic Lodge of which he was a member. The last place we visited was Arlington Cemetery. We lost Ping here but

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Page Twenty-six T H E B L A S T June, 1924 alIIllIlllllllllIIIllIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIlllllllIllHlllllllIIllIIIIIllllllllllllIlllllllIIIlIllllllllIIIIllllllllIIllllllIIIIIllIllllIIllIllIIIIIIllIIllIIllIllIlllllllllllllllllllllll llIIIIIIIIIllIIllIIllIIIlIIIIIIIIIllIIIlIIllIIllIIIIIllIlllIIllIllIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII THE CLASS FIGHT Juniors, listen to this tale of accomplishments and learn ye a lesson thereof for the future. Into the dreary darkness plunged that gallant crew of Seniors. What cared they for the cold and the ear- liness of the hour? They had set out to accomplish a task and accomplish it they would. Up past Joe Moore's ice pond they tramped and on into the forest beyond to where the mighty pole lay ready to be borne on stalwart shoulders. Then back marched the Seniors all the time planning the downfall of the Juniors. On the beautiful surface of the School lawn they finally halted and placed the pole on the ground. fCer- tainly someone's wagon wheels will speak in the days to come for the town's supply of axle grease soon adorned the pole.l Into the yawning hole that Clayton had man- fully fashioned, the Seniors lowered the pole. Far up among the leaves of the neighboring trees the red and white unfolded to the breeze. Then from somewhere a bag of lime appeared and lest someone should be in doubt as to who had done the great work, they inscribed a marvelous 2-1 on every corner of the sacred build- ing, Hours of waiting now followed and well may the surrounding neighborhood testify that those gallant Seniors never relaxed their guard. Finally came the hour of school opening and the opening of classes. The classes assembled and as the roll was called many vacant seats were found. Why? My curious friend, that is a secret everyone knows. Did- n't you hear of the conference between our noble Pres- ident and the Monarch of the school Didn't you hear how his Majesty protested against the shameful decor- ation of the beloved building? Didn't you see the Seniors assembled out on the lawn across the street? Well, then you missed something. At last the long day passed with skirmishes of some little importance in which the girls battled desperately, to the rulnation of dress, complexion and-and-etc. The most notable one and the one best remembered was a contest between Ruth Embury and True Wilson. Every one conceded it to be the best of the day. Some of the linemen working on a nearby pole enjoyed the fight bet- ter than others, since they had ringside seats. Another important engagement occurred in the afternoon be- tween Monk Shapiro and Glad Brownell, and although Monk struggled desperately, he was finally vanquished. At last came the dismissal of school and with it the rush of the Freshman and Sophomore urged on by the Juniors. Then indeed the fight became desperate. Then it was that the mighty Hemenway hurled himself into the fray. Oh! Everett, 'tis well that you were not there, or he might have conquered you, Then it was that James O'Donnell struck down his foes. If he were an old time gunman his gun would carry many notches. Then it was that each Sophomore and Freshman bounded away from the gallant Higigns. 'Woe to those who came within his reach. Then it was that Chief Parkhouse wielded his tomahawk against our noble President. tBy the way ,Juniors, where did you get all the axes that were lost?J Then it was that men lost their shirts and the girls their hair. At last they withdrew, apparently vanquished. The Seniors were thinking they had won the fight pretty eas- ily, when five or six suddenly appeared in a nearby tree. Heading the list of these was Maurice Gardner, a gallant Sophomore. Torches were applied to the flag and fell to the ground harmlessly. At this time Mr. Ted Slater dis- tinguished himself by throwing an oil-soaked lighted bag into the crowd. Finally the time limit was reached, and the flag was triumphantly lowered amidst much rejoicing. Then, through the streets paraded the victorious Seniors. Through the streets of the town they passed shouting cries of Victory. As each battle-scarred veteran passed, the onlookers must needs remember some scene in which that one held the stage. There was Thomson. who climbed all over everything. There was Charlotte Camp- bell who disfigured Muriel and fought a breathless draw with Kay McGuire. Then the noted Ruth Embury, the heroine of a fight earlier in the day and conqueror of Evelyn Waite. Next the noted Karl Weber. Ah! Most innocent Juniors, I fear they were forced to blush when he told each one their place. There, too, was Kendrick Richardson who vanquished all who met him, the was in his stocking feet.J Others of that famous battle also passed through the streetsg there was the wild twins of Siam, Louise Bristol and Elsie Schneider, who were in so many fights that no one can be attributed to them. Oh! What a valiant crew when one sees them collectively. No wonder the rest of the school fell before their on- slaught. Then came shrieks and wails after the chants of victory. But it was only the nursemaids of the Juniors enforcing their authority, and so the onlookers turned to others. Oh! Eugene Rissinger, where did you get those brown cheeks. We'll tell if you don't. And as they departed for home they told of the funny things they saw. Of how Grace Marr took a shower bath, fContiuued on page 443