Brookville High School - Echo Yearbook (Brookville, PA)

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age Six I .V.N7 .1 IRE ri55 mnnnnmnnmiiciuninnninnnnnmniTnniniiniiiiim n iatorij nf Irmilunll? rlumhi The pioneer school of Brookville, built in 1832, was located on the present Court House grounds. Probably many of the early settlers learned their 3 R’s in this little red school house. The first term was taught by Alexander McKnight, the grandfather of one of Brookville’s present day druggists. Several years later, in 1838, the Brookville Academy was established. This long, grey building stood on the north-western corner of Jefferson and Barnett Streets. One of the rules that existed at this time was that at nine o’clock the doors should be closed, and all late comers were compelled to go home and stay the remainder of the day. This same rule existed to a late date and many of our worthy citizens may well remember that, thanks to their kind and beloved teacher, Miss Celea Ramsey, they were often pulled through the windows. Another rule was, if the pupils had failed to pass their daily lessons, they must return to school after supper with tallow candles and study until they were able to recite them—Perhaps our “Study Club” is a survival of this old custom. This school comprised the first eight grades, and it was not until in the late seventies that a new school was required, because of Brookville’s growing population. In 1878 the public school was erected on the present site on Church Street. The property was a gift of Paul Darling, a pioneer school master, and financier, to whom a great deal of credit is due, because of his philanthropic work in Brookville. This building served as the only institution of education for several decades, but in 1898, under the leadership of Prof, T. B. Galbraith, a new building, the Darling, was erected. The intermediate grades were housed on the first floor and the second floor was an auditorium with seating capacity for about five hundred. In 1918, because of the increased population, due to the addition to manufacturing plants of Brookville, a new school became necessary to accommodate the pupils who lived in the eastern and southern sections of town, and under the principalship of Mr. C. E. Wilson, the new Longview School was dedicated in 1919. This brings us up to the present day conditions in our public schools, and we all realize the over-crowded condition that necessitated the addition to our schools. The annex, completed this spring, is one of the most modern of buildings. We appreciate our sunny, cheery rooms and our large, airy laboratory to the utmost. Let us hope that our successors may enjoy this splendidly equipped building fully as much as we have, and that they may endeavor still further to raise the standard of our Alma Mater, by remembering an unfinished task—the addition of a complete library.

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 aya h'iyht ::: .I ,V. 7 AIHE CLASS HISTORY, ’24. Four years ago the Class of twenty-four was at the bottom of a steep hill. We were told that there were slippery places, and if we weren’t careful, we would fall. To verify this statement, we only had to look around us to see some of our old “stand-bys”. We were the cause of much fun, as are all Freshmen classes, but in the spring our army of eighty-three made its first advance and won. The Sophomore year was more interesting, and it was at this time that some of our boys made their first appearance on the Varsity team. Others joined the team later and helped make a good reputation for our school. The Junior year was a big event for all. Of course our aim was to give the Seniors the best banquet we could afford. We worked hard and kept our grades up at the same time. We hope the result brought as much enjoyment to the Seniors as it did to us. But there is always time for a good joke. Who does not remember the day in Chemistry Class that Laura Greene went to sleep ? When Mr. Gayley discovered it he said in a very loud voice: “Pinch her, some-one; some of you fellows pinch her and see if she is asleep.” About that time Laura came back to earth and after a semi-lecture about attention, the class continued. Now the time has come when we have reached the summit of the hill, not the summit of learning, for that can never be, but the summit of education, that good old B. H. S. offers us. We are pleased to have reached our goal, but sorry to leave our school, which has taught us all we know. We feel so unprepared to go out info the world and take our places; yet this brings to our minds those who left their opportunity while we labored up the hill. Are we sorry we stuck to it? That needs no answer, for we are proud to say that our class numbers sixty-six. May the class of Twenty-four meet with all success, and may we never forget what we owe to B. H. S., and the faculty who were so patient and kind to us. He Certainly Must Colored Waiter—(on dining car)—Is this young man your son? Mr. Leathers—Yes, that’s my son, Frank. Colored Waiter—He looks like you sah, pefect image of you sah. Mrs. Leathers—(after a while)—Isn’t that waiter a polite man. Mr. Leathers—He’s working for a tip. Frank Leathers—Well, he must have a pretty good idea who’s going to do the tipping.