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

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17262 --Wfga E The rose blooms forth over night. The rose we have reference to is one, Floyd Cooper, he of the admirable smile and a vocab- ulary all his own. Floyd, as we know him, was always a good fistic fanatic, but only lately, exactly two weeks ago, did he blossom forth in all his roseate glory as an athlete-a soccer player of, if not the first, at least the second water. Floyd himself claims to have been surprised at his sudden handiness with his feet. His first experience on the soccer pitch was .the day of the third practice of our noble soccer squad when the Dour Scot mustered courage enough to fall in at the end of the line of soccer hope- fuls. Tichenor spotted him, admired him, and de- clared him a master of the honorable Dutch Contest. There is a powerful moral lesson in this. It is: Little do we know our own possibilities until we give them a chance to show off. MINCEMEAT A singular honor was conferred upon us the other day. VVe were allowed the liberty of placing our personal scrawl in the autograph book of Kenneth QDukej Haskins. We got more satisfaction, if possible, in carefully going through the thick covered book, than we did in placing our Hancock on one of the pages. Notable are the signatures therein contained and more notable are their owners. Strange enough, the more beautiful half of the student body seems to possess the best sense of humor. Where the quotations of the males are at times pointless, those of the ladies are spicey, artless and full of meaning, not always hidden. We have suggested to the Duke that his Eighteen book of knowledge be placed on view in the library during the forthcoming Know Your School VVeek. Eh-VV hat ? MIN CEME.-XT The Fervent Faculty now asks, nay expects, us to dig right in to our books and assimilate facts, educational and otherwise. Personally, we think the F. F. takes a lot for granted when it assumes we are in a fit mood to tackle and conquer brain-paralysing studies because we have been allowed to separate ourselves from them for the all too brief period of not quite three months. . Nvhat to do! -M RHNCEMEAT A After all-how ignorant we are! The young ladies of the institution have now proceeded to locate and emphasize waist lines, something we had come to think they never possessed. Gone are the snaky effects. Gone are the sweeping long skirts. In their place the high waist line and medium length skirt. Somewhere, somebody is accumulating any number of shekels just sitting still and think- ing up new arrangements of ladies draperies. That's our idea of a position. J. H. K.

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WEST HIGH JOUR AL VOL. III. OCTOBER, 1924 NO. 1 Our Motto-Many a high hat coversa low brow. LES MISERABLE' By Dauber Chapter I. A man sat on a wall. Walls were invented by somebody and improved upon by somebody else. The Chinese were the greatest customers of the wall factory. The man still sat on the wall. Chapter II. The sun went down. It got tired of staying up. Darkness came on. Darkness is a great shadow which arises from the earth when the sun gets underneath. The man got down from the wall. He was afraid the wall would break. It did. That's why he got down. Chapter III. He walked across the street. Streets are good things. Walk in the street and you can collect your 75c accident policy. He went into a house. He saw Marie, his sweetheart. She was kissing another man. He was shocked. Chapter IV. Marie said to him, I will marry the man who brings me a stewed lobster. Stewed lobsters are patentedg all those appearing with- out the author's signature are infringements. They will be only prosecuted. A Chapter V. Our hero was tall and handsome. All heroes are. All the girls like heroes. Some heroes like girls. This hero liked but one girl. Marie is the heroine. The other fellow is the vil- lain, The villain is dark. He has a mouse- tash. All villains have. Chapter VI. The hero faced the moon and said, I will do this even tho my life be forfeited. All heroes do this. Then he took the villain with him. Marie cried when they went. The heroine always cries. Chapter VII. They approached an inn. The villain rapped on the door. The door opened. They walked in. The villain ordered gin. The hero drank milk. The villian got intoxicated. Intoxica- tion is the state one experiences when large quantities of ethyl alcohol are blotted up. Chapter VIII. ' The hero reached in his pocket and with-' drew a block and tackle. He tied a cable around the intoxicated villian. Then he drew on a rope and turned the villian upside down. Fighting is prohibited in this stateg only pugilists can fight. They get money for it. When we fight, we get thirty days. Chapter IX. He put the villian' on his back and carried him to Marie. Marie was all dressed up. She said she was going to marry another fellow. The hero handed her the stewed lobster which he made from the villian. She spurned it. The heroine always does. Chapter X. The hero went home and put on his red flannel B. V. D's. Then he went and ate the stewed lobster. He liked to eat stewed lobster. It reminded him of his father. His father was a bootlegger. Chapter XI. The heroine came from her house on her husbandis arm. He was a very strong inang he must have been. She saw a man lying on the walk. I-le had stewed lobster sticking from his throat. He had died a noble death.. Bride sings: And at the coronerys inquest They called it suicide. Seventeevi

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