Albion High School - Chevron Yearbook (Albion, NY)

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MISS VVRIGHT: Oh and look! Here's a splendid one by - - MISS ADAM-S: Miss VV1'ight, I'm terribly sorry-I just remembered-I had an appointment with Miss l isher about that faculty party and I'm late alr- MISS WVRIGHT: Oh that's right. I was supposed to go, too, but I have so much work to do that I don't th- MISS ADAMS: W'elI, I'll see you later, good-b- MISS WRIGHT: Tell me what happens at the meeting. fiIli.v.s' Arlams dashes oui, nearily colliding with two girls e11tering.j MISS YVRIGH'1': Oh, girls, I'm glad you came in. I'vc been wanting to hear about the Sophomore party the other night. FIRST GIRL: lVell, they certainly had a lot of pep. That always helps at any party. SECOND GIRL: I thought it was pretty good. too. Almost everyone who went had a good time. MISS YVRIGHT: I heard that the entertainment was especially good. FIRST GIRL: VVell, I thought that there was a fine variety of original games. Iflieryone seemed to enjoy them and Miss Filkins acted as a very good! chairman. SECOND GIRL: I liked the Virginia reel the best of all. Miss Adams was a good sport to play all that time for us. I'll bet shelll never want to play Turkey in the Strawn again. I guess Frank Saehelli helped her in The Man In the Flying Trapeze by singing the choruses. FIRST GIRL: Jim Bailey must have had a goo-d time pouring cocoa for Dick Touseyj I'll bet he slept soundly that night. SECOND GIRL: Yes, and the party was a financial success, too. VVe made six dollars. MISS VVRIGHT: VVell, I'm glad it was such a success. And thank you for telling me about it. There goes the one o'clock bell. I have to hurry over to 238 be- fore somebody starts a riot. CURTAIN End of Act I - W-, - !9Ff4iiiggIGY '- QQQ QM .26 1936 CHEVRON

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The Punishment of Armetus Years ago, before the time of Caesar. the sky was just a dull, gray mass ol clouds with no beauty. At this time, there lived in Rome a very vain man named Armetus. He thought he was superior to the Gods and conceived the idea of making the sky beautiful. One day he took many colors of paint made from various plants and herbs and began to work. He was painting the western side of the sky when the gods saw him. They were very angry and determined to punish him for his vanity but they could think of no suitable punishment. Suddenly, one of the gods pointed to the painted sky. The sun was set- ting and it made the heavens very lzeautiful. The gods then decided to punish :Xrmetus by making hini paint the western part of the sky evr-ry day at sunset. Armetus is still doing this and that is the reason that the sky is so beauti- ful at sunset. -Albina Gruszcynski Learning To Cook Learning to cook, when printed, sounds very easy, but learning to cook when put into practice is a very different matter-a case of severely burned fingers, flat cakes and watery custards. Take my experience, for example.-a week ago. when I found time on my hands, I wandered into the pantry in search of food. I found in the larder, a sponge-cake. I abhor sponge-cakes. I found also a large pan of baked beans, some crackers, a pound of cheese. lots of material for sandwiches. some left-overs, and some dill pickles. I consumed two pickles and took from the shelf two cook-books, from Baker's Chocolate Co.. and Royal Bak- ing Powder Co., respectively. In one I found a recipe for Angel-food cake: in the other a recipe for devil's food cake. VVhy not combine the two, I thought, and have something at which even George Rector could point with pride? I took the ingredients of the angel-food cake one by one, then those of the devil's food, divided each by two, then added the results to- gether, put it in the oven. I then sat down to wait, consuming two apples in the process. To my delight and your surprise, when my original concoction was re- moved from the oven, it was as tall as a skyscraper. I poured over it a fudge frosting and bore it into the dining-room right proudly. When the cake was cut, and sampled by my helpful little brother, the expression upon his face was horrible to behold-without further invitation, I eased the ill- fated cake out to the chicken-house, where there at least it was appreciated. -Muriel Fancher A Cmquaine A spark Flies from within The bonfirele heart, to float A breath in space and then quickly To die. ' --Mary Hamilton 1936 CHEVRON 25.

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