Charlotte High School - Witan Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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THE WIT A N THE WILL OF THE CLASS OF 1926 They say it has come to pass, That ev’ry graduating class Possessed of a ouite sane mind Must make a Will and leave behind To class or teacher or to student Useful gifts both wise and pi udent. The June class nineteen twenty-six, Appoints Miss Doehler executrix; Since she starves him, wo believr To her thin dog some bones we'll leave. To Mr. Bird, for all his life. We leave a private pocket-knife, To magnetize or cut candle-wax And help expound all helpful facts. And to Miss Goff, to ease her fears, Assurance, thru the coming yeais, That she need never make the plea A plaintive sound “Do all agree? We dumbly give agreement now To what, and where, ami when, and how. To our fresh friend, John Donoghue, A self-silencer, some tape and glue, With instructions for the use of same. Curling iions, with fancy name, We leave Gale Evarts, just in case One still could recognize his face Should those ripples leave his hair, Now permanent and debonair. Konath's suspenders we donate (Without his knowledge of their fate) To future cheer-leaders, with the hope They’ll like them more th:n belts or rope. Coach Chamberlain, excuse pads pink; He’s tired of using blue, we think. Pat Wharity, the right to doze, Sleep, (or some method of repose) Thru English, French or History And his fifth term of Geometry. To Norman Scheer we leave the same, For his classes vary hut in name. Now all regrets are truly ours, We can leave nothing to Peg Pow’rs; She takes what she wants, none doubt it, With permission, or without it. There’s another reason, sad to say, We have no more to give away. Testator: Margery Wrattcn. Witnesses: Herbert Snelgrove, President Luis Wegman, Secretary 27

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T H E W I T A N pin-hole gazer, '‘they haven’t changed any. A tuft of yellow (15) meandered gayly down the street, to enter, after a while, a little shop. It merged soon, accompanied by a short, little person wearing a green hat (10); she had been a mathematical prodigy in school, which may have accounted for repeated re-election to the mayor's of- fice. ,4I voted for her,,f remarked the deep voice. As they went down the street, a slender, calm-appearing form (17) gazed after them; she seemed too cultured to be engaged in the millinery business. Her partner (18) smiled slightly as her arrow-straightness joined the scene. “Looks as if I would have to get my own supper, growled he whose hair was partially combed, as the social light of the city left her home (19). A bright young man, with hair the color of a carrot upon whose should- ers (20) rested a lean, muscular man (21), awaited the starting signal. “Oh, I read about this in the paper, said the crimson verbosity, “they’re mak- ing a dash for the pole. The big fel- low will jump it when they arrive. A tall fellow appeared to giggle as he fired the gun (22). No doubt he was thinking of the great advertising value of this dash. A grouchy-looking assistant (23) noted something down and he and his boss left the field together. A slight, young lady, by long prac- tice regarded as the best penman in the world (24), was tearfully explain- ing the sudden disappearance of her husband to two alert people, the world’s best detectives; one of whom adorned as she was by huge horn rimmed glasses, had started as a news editor on a school paper (25); liking detective work better, she had not con- tinued in a journalistic profession; the other (2(5) had given up a position in the moving pictures. They caught the culprit in almost no time at all. He had been lead astray by the en- terprising manager (27) of the local basket ball team, a man who had gained much valuable experience in that line, as well as in others, during his high school course. The last seen through any pinhole was an open air studio, maintained by four artists: a tall (28), a short (29) and a small (30). They posed alter- nately. The small one did the work; the others pretended to. There was another (31) who really ran the place, but she never showed herself. A tall lady with light bobbed hair (32) at- tempted to enter, but was threatened with arrest; she left. The four in the uprooted house were never seen again. He whose hair was partly uncombed wrote this manu- script, but he finished it late, and lost it, as it was his custom to do with everything. It was never found. Baxter Waterhouse, Class Prophet. 2f

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THE W1TAN NORTH SEA LURE I do not long for a life of ease, With a book and an easy-chair On a well-kept lawn, with a gentle breeze Fanning my graying brown hair. I do not wish for a rich-man’s place, With its cares and troubles and bores; But I long for a ship that could set the pace Ahead of the gale that roars. Then I’d head for the north, where the sea is blue, And the ice-floes grumble anil groan, Where the albatross wheels, when the day is thru, And the chill biting ice-winds moan. For pleasure I seek, in the northern seas. Where a man is a man thru and thru, Where he’s hale and strong foi a hearty song And the blood in his veins runs true. And there I'll be gay and willing to die, When this last wish is fulfilled; And I’ll seek my rest, for I'll know that the best Has been given, when my life is stilled. Harold C. Snyder TIS SPRING Hark! the birds sing, Among the blossoms gay, Just a sweet, low hymn At the close of day. Now day is done, Thru the woodlands ring The cries of forest brothers, “ 'Tis spring, yes, ’tis spring! Nellie Weeks. 28