Canaseraga High School - Chieftain Yearbook (Canaseraga, NY)

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BOY'S QUARTET Seated: Pratt Standing: Swain, Dieter, Wilson, Heagney. A DAY IN SCHOOL Once more I take my books and barge down the hall to Mr. Pratt's history class. Here I spend a period jotting down notes on ancient happenings and also listening to a few jokes which are thrown in on the side line. Before I know it, the bell rings a- gain, thus ending second period. Now, with a Latin book tucked under one arm, I start toward Latin class. I stop and talk with a few members of the passing crowd, but I soon arrive at the class room where I, with a handful of other kids, undertake the job of translating Caesar's Gaulic Wars. This is a torturous job for everyone concerned. Leaving Latin, I drift down to English class where I Spend a period reading SILAS MARNER. Along with the reading of this novel, we illustrate the most touching scenes by drawing pictures. Soon the bell rings dismissing classes for the morning. Piling my books in the lock- er, I go to the gym where I enjoy games and dancing. At 12:05 the bell rings so into the cafeteria I troop with the rest of the gang. Under the watchful eye of Miss Pease and Mrs. Wheeler, I am careful to buy a bal- anced luncheon. The kitchen is a beehive of activity as pupils who help during noon hours wash dishes and stack trays. After I have lunched, I am faced with the pleasant prospect of assembly. lt is an amateur show, and what a show! Our dignified faculty members break down long e- nough to sing, play, and perform magic. And what talent we have in the student body! The boy's quartet is greeted with applause as soon as they make an appearance. Ac- companied by Mr. George Pratt, they sing Madelon so well, that everyone begs for an encore. 5

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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

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A DAY IN SCHOOL Before the assembly closes, the cheerleaders led us in some enthusiastic cheering. No wonder we are so successful this season. The beginning of the next period finds me in the shower room getting dressed for gym. In the gym we go through a series of exercises and then Coach takes pity on us and lets us play basketball. Boy! VVhat a game we all played. While taking showers everyone shouts at the top of her lungs. Seeing that French is the next class on the list, I mosey on up the stairs and down the hall to French class. Arriving there, I at once begin to read about the French he- roes and the history of France. Next period is study hall and what fun! No one seemed really ambitiousg maybe it is Friday afternoon let-down. Basketball game tonight! Most of the minds in this room are miles away from the books that lay open in front of them. Soon the bell rings, but none too soon for all in this room. Hauling my coat and a stack of books from my locker, I make a bee-line for the bus. The riders are in the usual chatty mood on the way home. Groups are discussing the pros and cons of school work, and others are quietly talking about the basketball game. As a whole, the bus is a jolly, happy-go-lucky bunch of school kids. Reaching home, I immediately drop my books in a heap on the table and head straight for the funnies in the paper. After finishing the paper I make plans for the basketball game tonight. At six o'clock the bus comes and piling into it, we start on our way. The game is thriller-diller, and we all yell until we are hoarse. The good old green and white team wins the game which tickles us almost to death. Once more we are seated in the bus-a happy but sleepy group--starting toward homeil Most of the way the air is filled with songs, slightly oif key but still full of oomp . When I finally reach home, I am about half dead. On my way to bed I walk past the table with the stack of books on it. Giving each book a dirty look, I crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head. It's the end of a PERFECT DAY. -ah I txq CAFETERIA PERSONNEL Front row: Sommers, McGuire, Wheeler, Went- worth, Pease. Second row: Jackson, Novell, King, Glover, Wilson. 6