Angola High School - Key Yearbook (Angola, IN)

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(§nv 3fanttflr It is no small task to take caie of a building as large as our High School building and do it well. One unacquainted with the situation could not realize the amount of work and responsibility on the janitor of a building of this size. The sweeping alone takes up considerable time, while during the winter months the care of the furnace more than doubles the work. Added to this, the janitor has literally scores of small things to see to, such as changing seats, fixing window blinds, slating blackboards, oiling floors, washing the blackboards weekly and numerous smaller details which require a greater or less lime. The janitor also has charge of discipline in the halls during recess periods. The present janitor — John Walsh — took charge of affairs after the holidays, and has proved moit efficient. The building has never been kept as well as it has been since he assumed control. In a very short time he maSered all the details of the position and has proven the be janitor the school has ever had.

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John Walsh Our FaUhful JanLor

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WHEN THE FURNACE ACTED UP. ' The frosty waves of our steam heat Were rolling o ' er our frozen feet, Each purple nose, each stinging ear Told us the freezing point was near. But not a bit of heat would go From oflf the fire so far below. We squeezed each others hands that day To keep the biting cold away; Around the radiators sat Each boy and girl in coat and hat. The shaking books were torn and rent As o ' er the leaves the students bent; Or seemed to totter in their grasp As breath they drew with icy gasp. Nor was the room of teachers bare; We saw them hover here and there. Nor naught for working did they care As out upon the snow they ' d stare. The casements all were heaped with snow And all the ground was white below. Woe worth the day! Woe worth the dayl To sit and freeze, it doesn ' t pay. Serenely yet we bore in mind ' Twas no fit day for us to grind; So bravely through it all we stayed Until the heat so long delayed Did once more come to thaw us out And all our freezing thoughts to rout. Thomas Pocock, ' 09.