Charlotte High School - Witan Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

Page 33 text:

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

Page 32 text:

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.

Page 34 text:

I H i: W I T A N STRANDED It was gone!—pone—lost! She had no more idea where she had lost it than..well, than the grinning street urchin staling at her standing bewild- ered and very much surprised in the middle of the road. She looked about her a no anxiously scanned the busy street, but of course it was not there. The passing crowd saw a slim young girl, smartly dressed in a plain but expensive blue suit, with tan shoes, stockings and gloves. She pre- sented such an appealing, pretty pic- ture of helplessness that some of the crowd inquired her misfortune and ad- vised her return to the last store she had been in and inquire. So she re- traced her steps, with a feeling that she would not find it. Her last faint hope was dashed to pieces when the clerk replied that she had not seen a dark blue and tan purse with a little silver buckled strap. Then with a gasp she realized that she had no money and that she was stranded in an unknown city, where she knew nut a single person! All she had was a little new hat she had just bought. Ah—her pockets—just perhaps—. She ripped ofT her blue and tan gloves and eagerly searched. A little sigh of thankfulness escaped her as she finally extricated a single car check. At any rate she did not have to walk to her home, ten dusty miles away, even if she couldn't finish her shopping. She had come two days before from a neighboring state to attend a col- lege in this city. The buildings over- looked a picturesque lake which the doctor had recommended; and to shop one must go to the city. Things seemed so strange and new but she would get used to that. It was fun to be her own boss, she mused. She walked leisurely down the street, wondering about her purse, when suddenly she realized that the little paper floating down toward the gutter was her car check! With her heart in her mouth she saw it disap- pear! For a moment she stared spellbound at the spot which had swallowed it up. Good heavens! she said weakly. “Why, she chokingly laughed, I'm stranded in a strange city. The title of a movie which she had once seen flushed across her mind— “Stranded in Paris. Now she had her own movie with Reena Roberts as the star. She must make it a good movie. As a good beginning, she took out her new hat and, after tossing the old one to a wide-eyed little foreign girl, she set her charming chapeau jauntily over her reckless, flashing eyes. 32