Charlotte High School - Witan Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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treasurer. On November 5 the committees and Senior Annual Staff were appointed. It was then that things began to hum. Everyone could see how busy the seniors were. On December 26, the Senior ball proved to he one of the most enjoyable occasions of our entire career. The hall was most tastefully decorated and was indeed a credit to the committee in charge. The music was furnished by Hainan's or- chestra. We have done our best to promote the spirit of good feeling and co-opera- tion in the school and to bring the school standards to their best. We sincerely hope that our successors will imitate our course with equal enthusiasm and success. Erma Shaw. Class historian

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Anno Domini 1934 How hard lo teach when one’s mind is far from the unruly pupils! Would the day never end? Ten years ago to-day I was graduated from dear old Charlotte High, hoping to return there some day to teach. But alas! Here I am in a western city with only one life-long friend. Flor- ence rlidge. head nurse of the city hos- pital. near me. The school day finally ended. Then at my hoarding house— Telephone. Miss Sage.” It was Florence Arlidge. all excited about a great magician who was to give a performance at the city hall that eve- ning— “And Sagie—he is one of our school friends!” “Who?” “Joseph Pickens, and they say he's got the Thurston of our school days heat a mile. We decided to go. Perhaps we would learn something of our old friends. At least, we would see Joe. Although we arrived early, hoping to see this man of extraordinary ability and talent before the performance, crowds even then were filing in. so we took front seal-. Perhaps we might obtain a glance of recognition from this notable person- age. Amidst loud clapping in walked Mr. Pickens, not the Joseph Pickens of our days, hut a tall thin man wearing a long black wig curled in judicial style. Florence nudged me, and like the Florence of old days giggled, “lie's look- ing at us. Indeed, he was smiling directly at us and speaking. “My friends, there are two here to- night whose interest is not particularly in my work or in me hut in the fate of the January 1921 graduation class of the Charlotte High School of Rochester, New York. For their interest and your amuse- ment I shall present as many of the mem- bers of this class as time permits, each engaged in the work to which lu has been called. After taking a large opera hat and making certain passes over it. he set it on the lloor. Out stepped Mary Castle, almost un- changed from school days except for a more dignified carriage. She sealed her- self in a large chair. The stage changed into a most magnificent room. I recalled a picture of the Conference Chamber of the Hague. That was it. A number of men appeared in the room, from where I do not know, and seated themselves in amore nm school LIBRARY 4115 LAKE AVE. ROCHESTER, NEW YORK