Canastota High School - Toot Yearbook (Canastota, NY)

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3 THE TOOT Your School and Mine By Supervising Principal E. G. Simmons Too often we think of public institutions as something apart from ourselves and for which we have no direct responsibility. But each citizen is a joint owner of every public institution. We must learn to think of each public institution as something we have created, some- thing we will help to maintain, and something whose policies, pur- poses and products are our handiwork. The schools are not different from other public institutions. They depend upon the people for support. They are a concrete expression of community spirit. Their improvement depends upon the time, thought and money furnished by the people of the community. As the measure of a nation is its public institutions, so the measure of a community is its community institutions. Nothing is more directly derived from the community than the public school, and nothing has a more direct influence on the community of the present or future than the public school. It is true that no factor, not even the school, can take the place of the home in moulding men and women, but the home is a product of the family, the school a product of the community. Man gives of himself to his family through the home; he may give of himself to the community through the school. There is no better medium through which we can provide for the future welfare of our community than the public schools. Every improvement in the elementary or secondary school system has its source in a fuller realization of civic oppor- tunities on the part of one or more citizens. At the same time it has a definite effect in the increased opportunity for every boy and girl— the future citizens. The Canastota of tomorrow is built upon the Canastota Public Schools of today. Continued on page 24

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THE TOOT 7 The Board would “ toot,” too, for The Toot. Canastota High School has long needed a periodical wherein the achievements of her sons and daughters might be recorded. The Board of Education hails with pleasure the advent of The Toot, an organ which will bring us in closer touch with the activities of the school and which will stimu- late a greater interest in all phases of school life. Let it bring to our attention the examples of those who have won fame and distinction through their scholastic or athletic ability. Let it encourage a greater loyalty for the Red and White and foster a greater respect for the traditions of the school we love. Wm. Dobson The Toot extends its sincere sympathy to Mr. and Mrs. Simmons in their recent bereavement. The Staff wishes to thank most heartily the contributors, both in art and literature. Those contributing cuts were: Anna Barott, Ethel White, Helen Winkle, Alma Snyder. Those contributing stories were: Herman Fowler, Anna Barrott, Margaret Dailey, Mildred Williams, Gertrude Tubbs, Mildred Denel, Madelene Bettinger, James Culver, Pearl Bushe, Florence Sherman, Lois Te Winkel, Darwin Gregg, Helen Te Winkel, Ruth Tufts. The thirty-seven dollars received from a candy sale, held in Pres- ton’s store and the various school halls on November 12, enabled The Toot to start its bank account. The staff of The Toot wishes to show its appreciation to those who in any way helped in the candy sale; especially to the committee in charge—Leona Bell, Kathleen Tuttle and Edwin Maynard. L. E. T. It is not easy— To apologize, To admit our mistakes, To begin over, To be unselfish, To study, To take advice, To be charitable, To endure success, To forgive and forget, To shoulder a deserved blame, —but it always pays.

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THE TOOT 0 CLOCK TICKS WVYW- —»YWYy I--U-»-yy-K-inr«-ymn— --«-imrnnrt ooooor I am Seth Thomas, the tyrant of the Study Hall. These atoms of humanity seated before me watch every position of my face and each movement of my hands which directs them hither and thither. I am stern and harsh; I am exacting in my commands; I am old, so old. Since the days when your fathers recorded the passing hours with pebbles and stones I have measured the ages to eternity, and long after you have ceased to worry over Miss Kimber’s harsh rule and have passed out of the world of motorcycles and sewing machines, I shall still remain relentless in my powers. So be it. Yes, Darrie, I see those lovelorn glances which you cast upon that girl with the curl over her shoulder, but stop and consider the long years before you shall be an accomplished Jesse James and will wish to ask this little girl for her hand. Oh, Betty, do not become jealous if he looks upon another but remain true and he will return to you. And Charles, with your pretty rosy cheeks, why do you use those kid curlers? You think the girls like you so much more because of your good looks? You tell’em! Avery, my child, why are your jaws in perpetual motion and why do you persist in being teacher’s “pet”? The shaking victims who are awaiting the time when they shall speak before their fellow classmen and enemies need have no fear. I, with my masterful hands, will protect you. Oh Teddy, and Don: why not hasten your footsteps to reach the halls of learning on time. Of course, I see those rare occasions on which you do come in before the last bell, but your teacher does not always see you. Reform and break aWay from your family custom. I see Travis’ mournful glances as he gazes upon his lady love while Susan, with her head held high in her new responsibility, goes to answer the call of the office telephone. I also hear the whispered confidences between several female members of the Junior High School. As the days roll by I see Katie in her front seat with her refractory curl, vamping all the young speakers, and I watch the animated conversations between Dorothy and Peggy. “ Gene,” in his pink shirt and noisy tie, sits near his beloved teachers everywhere he goes, and there in a back seat I see “Dor” using her eyes and other various charms on all her friends. In the back row are the stately Seniors who “seam” always to be studying, and in front of them the society of the “Busy Bees,” mem- bers of the jolly Junior class. Next come the Sophs and Freshies, 1 J