West Rochester High School - W Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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xx I ! ' ff f FSQCIDEA Q' 4 know, if I came in early for a while, and I did. Twelve-thirty every night for a week straight! Isn't that wo-onderful? Please, could I? Oh, I knew you'd let me, and Freddy will you round me up slews of men? It'll just be gee-lorious! Then we-i' And sobon and on till at last Dr. Edimetz, who was almost overwhelmed by this avalanche of- feminine prattle, called a halt. 'I suppose I might just as well say, yesfnow and have it over. You'll manaQge it out of .nge anyway. But while you're both here, I'd like to have a little talk with yougffl VYoufife been himto jerk down the windows with a jfew terse and pointed remarks. ' p I Then he turned to his masterpiece and after adjusting affewknobs andelevers, leaned back in his chair to 'await developments. -At first nothing happened. Then gradually, vague forms began to take shape on the whitie screen. -- Tense. in his seat, the inyjQ.U,'GQE Watched. Then, as thedigures, grew more-dfistinct, he gasped in astonishment. -Forithere was pictured almost tl'fe,frelp,lica of the scene below, ,excepting thatuit was-1-fworse! having a good tune all summer andnow I think' ' it i its about time that you begin tovthink of more serious things. You young people of today' .WA fail to realize the, great responsibility',being placed on your--J' ' o Oh, Freddee4ee! .interrupted she of the shorn locks, Let's have it tonight! The Green Rooster eight are in town and we could get them if we ran right into town! C'mon-get a car,-mine's on the Fritz-an' let's go! I ' She grabbed her brother's hand and together they made a rush for the door. But, I-, began the distracted parent. Save it Dad, 'till we've more time! 'Saw- fully hard to get ahold of this orchestra, floated over Freddy's shoulder, and they were gone like that. No time for anything but jazz- ing, speeding, playing, always playing! I-Ie didn't understand this younger generation. That night the Edimetz home was one of buzzing activity. Down in the garden, festivity was at its height. Girls in frocks of every description and hue were waited upon by youths, slews of them, each the counterpart of the otherf For the most part, the young people were grouped about a band of sound- makers, who were going through all sorts of physical contortions to produce what was being broadcasted, by their audience as those- Sad and drearee-ee Make me wearee-ee Blu-e-ue-es. These weird noises reached the ears of Dr. Edimetz, high in his great laboratory, causing .,i.. ,K-1' ' HE scene was laid in a garden much like his'own. Girls, with hair shorn except on the tops of their heads, where it was frizzed unmercifully, wearing dresses, made with an apparent scarcity of material, with stockings openly and unmistakably rolled, tilted around on four-inch heels, held by youths garbed in trousers much resembling the voluminous skirts which our grandmothers affected, wide belts, and decollete and sleeve- less shirts of silk. They were moving Qone could not call it dancingj to the music repro- duced by a queer-looking individual, unlike anything on earth, who was performing on an instrument which was a cross between a saxa- phone and a modern washing machine. Shudderingly, Dr. Edimetz twisted another knob of his contrivance, to shift the scene. It could not all be like that first exotic glimpse. This time a peaceful country-side scene was flashed upon the screen. For a moment all was still. Then suddenly something huge and black darted across and was swiftly lost from View. Excitedly the spectator, quickly adjusted his machine, enabling him to follow the fight of the strange object which sped through space faster than anything he had ever ,seen on earth. But gradually the vehicle was slowing upg finally it stopped. Again the scientistfgasped. For this speed demon was only an automobile. fContinued on page 251 - Seven

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,X I l 1 X, SDXXQCIDQ DX' 4 'Why Fathers Turn Gray ! 'By Doris Garnish HE eminent Dr. Edimetz drew a long sigh of relief. At last, his fondest dream was realized! Before him reposed, completed, his wondrous invention known only to himself. It was to show, first him, then the world, the truth concerning that much dis- cussed, but sphinx-like planet, Mars. Every- thing was in readiness for the decisive test which was to take place that evening with him as the sole audience.. The weird-looking machine was of the nature of a motion-picture camera. A powerful tele- scope pointed toward the heavens, through the huge opening in the ceiling of the laboratory, while a vast number of lenses focused upon a screen resembling that of a movie emporium. Innumerable wires were woven in and out of the contraption in an interesting and elusive manner. However, the machine, as a whole, possessed a very innocent appearance for a factor supposedly destined to affect the futures of two or more worlds. Pride of possession radiated from the owner's whole being. Here, at last was the child of his brain, waiting to print his name forever on the pillar of fame! Vague vissions of his own glory and honor passed delightfully before his eyes. Wonderful-wonderful-. This pleasing meditation was suddenly cut off by the ,equally sudden entrance of the scientist's young, and happily, only son. Two words can most fitly describe this important young person. And those--Joe, College. There you have him. Flapping trouser leg, baggy coat, screeching tie, inevitable pipe, col- lar-ad profile. H'lo,- Dad, -how's business? Have a smoke P was the casually pleasant greeting. f'No, thanks, shortly. A Not at all abashed, his offspring continued- Beastly hot day, what? Should think you'd lay off for a while-er-a little golf or the like-nothing like it, you know. But I say the ole invention's coming right along---whadye Sin' , call this thing ? picking up a small lense from a table. Please don't touch anything, Frederick. And now to get at the real issue, how much am I indebted to you for this visit ? Freddy had the grace to redden? Well, it's like this. Dad, you see, I-that is to say-Billy Schuyler and I-er-well, had sort of a smash-up the other night and- How fast were you going ? Well, I was only doing about, well, not more than sixty-five, but he was doing eighty anyway. It was really his fault but my buggy is pretty well banged up. With an air of long-suffering patience, Dr. Edimetz drew out his cheque-book. How much will it take ? . Freddy named the amount, slightly raised, on general principles. After receiving what he had, verily, come for, the young man stood for a moment playing with the cheque and frown- ing a little. Not enough ? queried the father. Well, you see, Dad,'I really need some new clothes. Getting so I've nothing to wear. Sorry, but that will have to do for now. You've already had twice your allowance. Now, when I was your age- Further discourse was interrupted by the entrance of a third member of the scientist's household. This time a girl of about eighteen years was the interloper. She also was typical of this swiftly-moving era. With the aid' of sleek bobbed hair, rouged cheeks, dress so short and sleeveless as to be almost no dress at all, and the other common and well-known accessories, she flapped her way blithely and irresponsibly onward. I-I, how perfectly darling to find you both here ! she gushed. Daddy dear, please, I want a party! Just a wee, little one, in the garden. You said I might, you

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.. '? f ' I 'L , 'J 5 5Vf L'i -r-Hr X , N1 ii ei ig Qf -rl if , s, Wy L' A Q' A 1 .45 Ps V -- . r-'Fit - 1 ff M' 1 'ii -' h y' ' P W -'lf 1 S I I' , . , ii -X , I up xl f. Q i' 5' - . C I n F: l W l Fl f ' A if ' 5 Entered as second-class matter, October 23, 1906, at the Postofiice at Rochester, New York, under Act of Congress, March 3, 1879. OCCIDENT STAFF ROBERT G. HARMON. ,,.., ....... E ditor-in-Chief C. RAYMOND NARAMORE ....... ...... F aculty Adviser FRANK R. ZIERER ,... ...... Managing Editor EUGENE M. REMINGTON .,.,.., ........ S tudent Adviser JOHN M. KOENIG .,.,.......,...........,...,... .......,.., A rt Editor JOHN A. WHITTLE ....,.....,,..................,,.. Business Adviser EDITORIAL BUSINESS PAUL WOODBRIDGE ....,,....,..............,.,,,...,.,.,.. Sport Editor PAUL ADSIT ....,.,...,......,....,.....,.,,...,,...,,.. Business Manager HARRY MEYER ,.....,.,,....,...,, ..,... A ssistant Sport Editor ALLAN SITZENSTATTER .,.,,....,., Ass't Business Manager DORIS GARNISH ,,,..,..,....,,...,. .,...,..... ,........ . , Literary Editor LOUIS LaFONTAINE ..........,,.........,,... Advertising Manager KATHARINE McGENEGLE ....., Assistant Literary Editor RICHARD EVANS ..........,. Assistant Advertising Manager DOROTHY STOWELL ,.......... ...,,....,.,..,,.,.. E ditorial Editor KENDRICK LYDDON. .... ...Assistant Advertising Manager AUSTIN BLEYLER ..,...,, ............,.....,., L ocal Editor WILLIAM HUMPHREY ..,.......,. Ass't Advertising Manager CARL FISHER ,,,,,.,,.,,.,,, .... , ..Assistant Local Editor LAURENCE PLATT ....,........,,....,.. . .....,,,. Publicity Manager HELENE MURPHY., ,... .........,,.... E xchange Editor' RALPH FISHER ............ ...,... A ssistant Publicity Manager MARY STOWELL ,..,.... ...,.. A ssistant Art Editor EMBERT LUSINK ...,.... ....... A ssistant Publicity Manager FRANCIS SEARLE ,.,,.,...... ...... A ssistant Art Editor ELSIE STANDING .,..... .,.....,...,,...,..,..,,....,....... S ecretary KINGSLEY HORTON ,,...,.i.,...,.,,,.,.,.,.. Assistant Art Editor MADELYN REED ....,...........,,................. .,..... S ecretary REPORTERS MAURICE FAUGH EDNA MANLEY MAY COLLINS HELEN HARMON GLADYS RIDGELY MARY BETH WI-IALEY CHARLES SHANTZ GEORGE CLARK RAYMOND KIRKPATRICK ROBERT SCHROEDEL Something is wrong somewhere. A mild riot of consternation ensued in one of the recent class meetings when the faculty advisors announced the new bug bear Why? -pardon us-ruling, providing that any student a member of the eighth period, was debarred from class offices or from membership on the school executive board. There is no consistency in this ruling which shows unmistakable evidence of the faculty's desire to force a student who is not the best 'of scholars to become an outcast as far as stu- dent activities are concerned. The new rule would perhaps be a bit more bearable if it were carried out in all these activities, but at present it applies merely to student officers, class offices, and council membership. These are the offices which demand less at- tention and application than the sport teams, to whom the new ruling does not apply. The council meets occasionally, perhaps once a month, for generally a period lasting less than a half hour. During the athletic seasons, mem- Eight bers of the teams are excused from the eighth period regularly to attend practices. Mr. Stowell tells us each year that we are all members of the XVest High School Student Association and as such entitled to vote and hold office. This same rule is in effect at our sister school East High, where there is no eighth period. We hope the faculty executive board can explain this ruling which is appar- ently a puzzle to the student body. ooo, Can you laugh with your pupils ?,' This should by all means be a stock ques- tion among the list regularly asked hopeful pedagogues seeking em- If Our Teachers ployment. Superintend- Would Laugh ents arrange interviews T ' with applicants at which they insist upon credentials of training and ex- perience, but never upon that gem of all ex- istence-a finely cultivated sense of humor.