Canastota High School - Toot Yearbook (Canastota, NY)

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THE TOOT 23 At this point the musty old document, with its torn edges was so defaced that it became illegible. We leave the rest to our reader’s imagination. THE JINGLE OF ’21 By the Twinkling Stars Once there was a little bird. ’T would fly about, ’T would spy about, T would tell what it had seen and heard. One day it told me this. There was a class in Oniontown Most noted for its great renown; The classmates hailed from far and near; Twas thought by all a group most dear. This class of ’2 1 forsooth, if you must really know the truth. Had members ten. Jim Culver graced the president’s chair. From Chittenango station fair. In all athletics he does shine As well as in the scholar’s line. Mildred Williams, they all say. Will be noted some fine day.., She’s good in almost everything, Can speak, can write, can even sing. From Perry ville our treasurer comes. To him the class entrusts its funds. His name is Darwin Gregg, by chance If you at him should hap to glance. The secretaryship is held By Lois Tewinkel, I’m told; She’s well known, you can’t mistake her ’Cause she’s editor of this paper. Mattie Belle Smith from Clockville Is a Senior in our school; Gifted in both speech and pen Prize winning is her goal. Ruth Bettinger with curls so neat Plays often strains of music sweet. She’s bright and funny as can be In that we all will soon agree.

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22 THE TOOT CURIOUS OLD MANUSCRIPT FOUND As the workmen were busy clearing away the ruins of the old Canastota High School building, which burned last month, some pieces of paper, yellcw with age, were found hidden in the corner stone, laid in 1921. They proved to be a curious old manuscript, the contents of which we are publishing, believ- ing it may be of interest to some. Suddenly my spirit released from its weary bod soared toward the heavens. In mid-air it stopped and I beheld below me a broad field surrounded by green hills. The hillsides were crowded with people and in the field the famous international games were in progress. A great shout filled the air. Culver, the world-renowned athlete, had saved the laurels of his country by making a heme run in the great American game of baseball. Gradually the noise died away and I saw a broad expanse of dark red flowers waving in the breeze. Among a group of people admiring them I immediately recognized my former classmate Betty, proudly exxhibiting her famous Darwin tulips. Next the lofty buildings of New York City appeared and in the clear light I read the following sign: “Lois E. Tewinkel, editor-in-chief of the New York Times.” Scarcely had 1 reccvered from my surprise when I saw the White House at Washington. A conference was being held on the lawn, and to my amazement the president’s chair was occupied by Marie Gustafson. Associated with her was Mildred Williams, who had become a famous lawyer and now held the position of Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court. Women have indeed invaded politics. While I was pondering cn this situation the scene changed. A group of college students spell-bound by the oratory of the speaker addressing them appeared before me. Miss Esther Bauer, now president of Har- vard, was discoursing to the young men on “Bauer's Theory of Love- Making.” As this sight disappeared from my view the famous “Theatre Comedie- Francais” arose in the distance. A huge sign in front of the building read “Mattie Belle, the Celebrated American Vampire, here this evening. Mattie was still exercising her charms upon the young men. As the lights of the theater faded from sight I saw a farm house. Before the fireplace in the living room sat a youthful figure whom I recognized as Eloise. She was reading to a group of small children which I should have taken for a kindergarten had not one of them called her grandmother. This picture of domesticity was followed by one vastly different. In a magnificently furnished apartment sat Darwin with an open paper in his hand. With apparent self-satisfaction he was reading an advertisement which said “Cure for Bettyitis Discovered by Darwin L. Gregg.” Mr. Gregg suffered with this disease for many years and while pursuing his profession as a druggist he compounded a remedy which he guarantees will cure even the most severe cases.

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24 THE TOOT Of Esther Bauer next we’ll speak; One could hardly call her weak She’s calm and quiet during all Regents can not her appall. Tillie Thompson is our prophet, When she starts something, she’ll not drop it. She studies late into the) night. And that’s the reason why she’s bright. Our valedict, Marie, we chose for lawyer too She’s clever and always ready to hatch up something new. Perhaps you’ve heard this thing befoah. It’s her favorite saying, “Oh ma cellah dooh.” Last but not least comes Eloise Curtis, She’s small but then, you see she can’t hurt us. She too in another vicinity lives. But to us herself as a schoolmate gives. Now you’ve heard all there is to tell We surely hope you’ll like it well. TWO IN A SEAT (continued from page 6 on the question. For the good of your own children, for the good of fu- ture Canastota, to boost your own pride in your village, vote “Yes”. ATHLETICS Who says Canastota High School ain’t in athletics? New material couldn’t handicap old C. H. S. in stagin’ her victories on the basket ball court last winter. We says she's got some infant prodigies in that line. And baseball! Say, we’ve got a bunch of kids that know how to behave on a diamond. Why you can’t see anything but the smoke on some of them pills our star twirler “Arch slings across the plate. But, my land, it ain’t only the pitcher that grabs a game but the whole team from catcher to right-fielder has got to be on the job, and believe me, our boys don t indulge in no beauty sleep. Naturly, you say there’s room for improve- ment. Well, who’s opposin’ you? Of course, our batters aren’t all Babe Ruths as yet, but give ’em lime! Can we run? Well I guess! And jump, too, if you’re askin’ me. Maybe you aren’t wise to it so let me acquaint you with the news that there ain’t a thing we’ve tried that we ain’t had some success in. Now, 1 calls that goin’ some for first attempts. We may be biddin’ good-bye for the summer but you just wait— there’s years cornin’ ahead and no tellin’ what we may do. Here’s hopin’ we do it!