Canaseraga High School - Chieftain Yearbook (Canaseraga, NY)

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DEDICATION In order to show our appreciation for his fostering of a bright and loyal school spirit throughout the student body, we, the Senior Class of 1941, dedicate this year- book to our principal, Dayton E. Murray. 3

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A DAY IN SCHOOL Whir-r-r-whir-r-r-r goes the alarm clock telling me that it's seven, but why get up so early? Soon a voice comes floating up the stairs, letting me know that it's 7:15, but that's still so early! Another forty winks is just what I need so why not take them? Again that voice wakes me from deep slumber and tells me that it is 7:30. In one bounce and a hop. I land in the bathroom and begin the quickest known pro- cess of getting dressed. With another leap and a bound, I land at the foot of the stairs. On the way to the breakfast table I grab my books and coat so that they will be at hand when I need them. After two bites of cereal, the sound of the bus horn enters my ears, so with my books in one hand and a cookie in the other, I dash for the bus. Seating myself, I proceed to join the happy throng of chatter. Across the aisle, two boys are gossiping and in front of me, a group of girls are discussing their dates of the previous night. The rest of the bus is in a regular hub-hub. After a short but chattery ride, we arrive at school, and now the fun begins, trying to get off all in one piece. The line is worse than any Christmas rush you ever saw. I finally manage to descend from the bus. Mr. Sick is at the door, and I respond with a hurried greeting to his friendly smile. Rushing up the stairs and through the halls, I hurriedly de- posit my belongings and hasten to the basement where I give the fin- ishing touches to my clothes, make-up, and hair. Hearing the sound of a class bell, I head for my home room. I have barely settled myself in a chair, when the class bell rings and so, gather- ing up my books I start with the mob down the hall. After leaping away from Mr. Bacon's broom, I skim lightly around a frowning monitor and pour into first period class. When I reach algebra class, I am thoroughly awakened an d ready to get down to brass tacks, at least if they aren't too hard to find. After tossing some problems around in my head and also on some paper for forty-three min- utes, the bell rings. Seated: Sick. Standing: Bacon. 4