Charlotte High School - Witan Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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T M E W 1 T A N Edward William Vinton 221 Bryan St. Jefferson Jr. Business “The printer is one of the absolute forces of culture and intelligence ' Basketball, 4; Reserve Basketball. 4; Reserve Soccer, 3; Soccer, 4; Wrestl- ing, 3. Frank M. Waterhouse 35 Brockton St. Alfred Plant Junior High School University of Rochester “The force of his own merit makes his way.” Class President, 3, 4; Publicity Com- mittee, 2; Student Council, 3, 4; Witan, 3, 4, Dorothy E. Wedel 15 Stonewood Avc. Jefferson Jr. Post-Graduate “Whose life is a bubble and in length a span. Girls Athletic Association, 3, 4; Tri- Y, 4. Nellie M. Weeks 10 Frey St. West Lake, Ontario City Normal “A sweet, attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by lookvS. Basketball, I, 2; Girls’ Athletic Asso- ciation. 3, 4; Girl Scouts, I, 2, 3; (dee Club, 3, 4; Safety and Order Commit- tee. 3; Swimming, 4; Traditions Com- mittee, 4; Tri-Y, 3, 1 27

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T HR WITAN E. Gordon Snider 1691 Hudson Ave. Irondequoit High—4 years Syracuse University He trudged along, unknowing what he sought. And whistled as he went, for want of thought. Wrestling, 4; Hi-Y, 4. Ruth A. Statt Statt Rd.p Coldwater, N. Y, Nazareth Academy—3 years City Normal A soul as gentle as calm.” Tri-Y, 1. Harry Tarrant 3680 St. Paul Blvd. Manlius Colgate University Right years ago I was a boy, A happy boy at Charlotte. Athletic Committee, 3; Baseball Man- ager, 3; Charlotte Day Committee, 3; Freshman Party Committee, 2; Glee Club, 2; Hi-Y, 2, 3, 1; Operetta, 2; Reserve Baseball, 2, 3; Reserve Soccer, 2, 3; Safety and Order Committee, 3; Social Committee, 4; Student Council, 2; Swimming. 2; Traditions Commit- tee, 3; Witan, 2; Wrestling Manage!, o Arlene .1. VanUerhoef 21 Lake View Park Jefferson Junior Cornell University She doeth little kindnesses Which most leave undone or despise. Candy Committee, 1; Girls’ Athletic Association, 1 (Secretary, 4); Girl Scouts, 1, 2; Orchestra, 3, 4; Scholar- ship Committee, 2; Thrift Committee, 1; Tri-Y, 4; Witan, 3, 4. 26

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1 H E W I T A N Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! Martial footsteps resounded through the little town of Chingtu. The struggle in China, begun in 1927, had continued for fifteen years, until now in 1942, a private expedi- tion, financed by two American mil- lionaires, Floris Ferguson and Frazer Punnett, had arrived to shoot up the situation. Suddenly around the corner swung Arthur Chappell and Paul Martin, im- maculately dressed, followed by a double file column of rough looking characters. El wood Bridgeman lunged along at the left of the first pair, carrying a massive piano leg with which ho was cutting down lamp posts and hydrants ruthlessly. Beside him Norman Scheer dragged along, thor- oughly disgusted with the whole busi- ness, but entirely good-natured about it. “Halt!” bellowed Captain Alofs. The sudden stop sent Gordon Snider from the rear rank to the foremost, mowing down the whole army as he came. The mud of the Chinese streets was very soft and comfortable; they all remained sitting or lying as they had landed. “Booth,” said Alofs suddenly, “I want ” “ to borrow another match, I suppose,” finished Philip Booth. “No! Take a hundred men and go off to the east and capture the town,” ordered Alofs, closing his eyes. “East?” yelled “Blisterin' Billy” Andrews, famous automobile racer. “Go west, young man, go west; Pat Henry said so!” “Hey, listen boys, don't fight.” broke in Harry Tarrant, rising, “the book here says, ‘go north’.” “What do we care? North, east, south or west, let’s at 'em! Come on!” cried Gilbert Sandholzer, seizing sev- eral men by the collars and starting. “But the book says ” began Harry. “Down with the book!” bellowed Walter Couch. “Down with it!' “Yeh; it must be wrong,” comment- ed Francis Beilis, looking vise. “Well, standing heah ain’t doin’ any good,” said Frank Waterhouse. “Why not ” Just then a procession of hooded Chinamen came down the street, bear- ing a white flag. “The town’s surrendered,” said Paul Martin with a grin. “Oh, Heck! This gun won’t work at all,” muttered Richard Post, yank- ing away at the bolt of his rifle. Rapidly the Chinamen collected themselves and drew ofl their hoods. Before them stood Albert Lathrop, the peace promoter. Behind him stood a remarkably efficient appearing secre- tary, George McLaughlin. In the group were also several missionary workers: Ruth Kramer, a nurse; Nel- lie Weeks, teacher; Gwyneth Chap- man, osteopath; Roy Clark, dentist; Mildred Farmen, minister; Hazel Duffy, cashier; Robert Belknap, under- taker. When Hazel Duffy espied Harry Tarrant, she dashed toward him. After a brief colloquy, Harry rode off on a spirited merry-go-round nag, cry- ing, “Vn dee do Vo dee you do dee yo do;” end thus disappeared forever. Albert Lathrop had just begun to recito of peace when in strode James Haste Reid. “Well, hoys,” he boomed, “that's all we want to film around here, with you 28