Charlotte High School - Witan Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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THE WITAN You are so near to us just now, Charlotte, We cannot realize— Three weeks, two weeks, one week, and then, Charlotte, Then we are gone. Ten years from now we'll be but history, Mere names upon a dusty record book, Forgotten e'en by those who put them there; But will we care? 1 scarcely think we will; It is not rooms and empty halls and desks And dust beneath the lockers that we love The friendships we have made; the pals we've found; The thrill we feel when we have won a game; The satisfaction of some work well done; The deep respect and happy comradeship Of those who are our teachers; these ere what. Ten years from now we’ll fondly recollect. Some other people's friends will then be there Filling our halls and desks; some others' friends Will win our games and do the work we did; Perchance some other teachers then will fill The places our instructors used to hold. We will not rare so much—ten years away. Put now—you are so very near, Charlotte, Wc cannot realize— Three weeks, two weeks, one week, and then, Charlotte, Then we are gone. .30 Marguerite Heydweiller.

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T H K VV I T A N g’uys. Then turning, he beckoned, and the great Ferguson-Pun nett” moving picture organization drew up in the street. The rest moved on down the alley, where they began im- mediately to match pennies. 'T guess the love scene comes next, doesn’t it? asked Reid. “Love scene, my eye!” bellowed John Donoghue, “it's the murder scene.” “It is not; it’s the happy home- coming scene,” said Marguerite Heyd- weiller, “You’re crazy, yuh Dutchman; it's the murder scene,” cried John. “Well, I wrote the thing; 1 guess I ought to know if anybody does,” an- swered Marguerite. “Let’s see the manuscript,” said James Haste Reid. The manuscript was produced. Ev- erybody began unrolling it and pull- ing on it. Soon yard after yard of paper had been unrolled and was either wrapped around everybody in general or was on the ground. “Guess we went by it,” said Mildred Grant. Accordingly they tried to follow' through the tangled mess again, but this time back end to. “Oh, T got it,” piped up Rose Schwarts. “It’s right here in the middle. Wasn’t that funny?” she laughed. “Wait a minute w'hile I tear it out. and then we won’t have to roll up all this mess again.” She ripped it out. “There, that’s better. Now throw all this stuff away and let’s get busy, because w'e haven’t much time left.” She looked at Florence Smith, eminent New York music teacher, late- ly returned from Italy, w’ho passed her a broom. Rose had hardly taken it when Ed- ward Vinton came rushing in with a movie camera, bumping into her and smashing the broom. “Well, folks, here I am. Better late than never,” quoth he, setting up his apparatus. “When does the shooting begin ?” “Guess the shooting begins right now, boys.” said Director Reid. “This finally turned out to be the scene where a mob of women try to mas- sacre another mob, but the meeting is finally broken up by the arrival of Bruce Cambies. Let’s go!” Katherine Bates, Ruth Lott, Mary McLaughlin, Dorothy Wedel, and Ruth Statt formed a line at the comer, so as to be invisible to anyone approach- ing from the side street. Kathryn Ihrig, the property lady, passed out an issue of rolling pins. Eddie Vinton made ready to grind. Louis Gordon, the company’s sign painter, began posting danger signals at fifty paces distance. “Camera! Skate in the wheeled dummies! Action!” called Reid. At that moment, it so happened that the VanDerhoef Trust Company, owmed and directed by Arlene VanDer- hoef, hud sent a delegation to China, which w'as just then arriving at its point of business by rounding this par- ticular corner. Hobart DaBoll, the company’s engineer, was the first to stagger clear of the melee. Bruce Cambies stepped in to break up the fight. Meanwhile Donoghue had been quietly but vigorously busy with a pencil. “There! ! said he, “that’s the big- gest header the New' York American has ha«l since I got out of high school, bp jabbers.” Irving Mix also had himself re- arranged before the others were ready. He presently bawled for his secretary. Gladys Miller promptly ap- peared. “The contracts are ready?” he asked her. “Yeah, I got them right here,” broke in Karl Naramore. “1 take no chances with a secretary. I keep them right in my coat pocket.” He turned to his secretary, Margaret Seholes. “What did you do with my coat ?” She produced it. “Are we ready for business?” asked Arlene VanDerhoef, looking them over. “We are,” said they. Arlene turned to the picture com- pany and asked for the boss. Nobody knew anything about him at all. (Continued on Page IS) 20

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T H E WITAN ♦{3 Sr +s ♦ 4 ' ♦ «-3 (®ur ICaat Will W WS V»rf(v» v» v» WWW rwrwm .’wmrvKrwwrmvtmrviwfVMvirnivMvifvuyMvi rvwvim wmrr mmm ,iy We, the class of June 1927 of Char- lotte High School, Rochester, New York, United States of America, be- ing in full possession of our senses and of sound mind and memory, do hereby ordain and establish this, our Last Will and Testament. To those who have yet to suffer in this unex- celled institution of learning, after due consideration and meditation, do we bequeath the following (M y they abide by these, the last wishes of their departed schoolmates): 1. Though forced in leaving to take with us our well earned reputa- tion of courage and bravery, to show our unselfishness we, “dauntless as a wolf, bequeath to the Junior class— “Our fangs. 2. To the girls of the freshman class we leave a new sheik, Howie Fraser, to replace the old standby, Jimmie Reid. 3. Those who were honored by ad- mission to the Senior Ball, well know the ability of our social chairman, Mildred Grant. We do hereby desig- nate said esteemed position to Mertie Carmichael with the hope that Harvey will leave her in peace long enough to enable her to give this office the time and attention it deserves. 4. To anyone who will take them, we leave the miscellaneous auto parts belonging to young men of the class. A true mechanic may be able to con- struct one whole car. 5. To all true Irishmen, with proper qualifications, we are delighted to leave John Donoghue's blarney- stone. 6. To Harold Stienfeldt, little Frankie Beilis wishes to bequeath his basketball togs, provided Bouncer puts in enough tucks. 7. The whole school will mourn the loss of the Nation wide athlete, John Alofs. We leave his uniforms and equipment (if they are turned in) to Thomas Baggan, selected as the most likely to be Nigger’s successor. 8. To the girls of Charlotte we leave the old floor register, the gath- ering place of the elite for the latest news and scandal. May it keep their hands warm when we are no longer there to see that the job is done prop- erly. 9. To our successors we leave a teacher who has aided and guided us through four years of diligent (?) study. We are truly sorry to leave behind us our class adviser and true friend, Miss H. Jean Carter. 10. We trust that our example in the great wide world will be an in- spiration to all underclassmen. Ex- ecute our decrees faithfully and you will be rewarded with the happiest school days possible. It is with sorrow that we take only memories with us. CLASS OF JUNE 1927. Harry A. Tarrant, Testator. Witness: John Alofs, President Marguerite Heydweiller, Secretary. Miss Cashman: “Which way is the Mr. Biddle (in assembly): Now- rain coming? we’ll sing America the Beautiful and Vinton: “Down. pass out.” 31