Charlotte High School - Witan Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

Page 27 text:

T II E W IT A X Departure The gliding years have numbered four, Since first we came within this door; A merry band,— All emerald green. So very young, so very shy, All seemed to mock, to terrify. The years have taught us brave to be. And now we're Seniors, you and me; We love the school— We hate to leave, But now this door is open wide, 11 8 ours to go and look outside. A greater world is waiting there, A greater task for us to bear. But we are brave— We have no fear. We’ll joyful go to have our fling, Ah! Comrades! What will the future bring? Florence Rich, Class Poet 23

Page 26 text:

THE WITAN Motto: Tlu best Mty to arrive is to keep going. Colors: Crimson ami Blue. Flower: Crimson Rambler. 22

Page 28 text:

In the early fall of 1925 there entered the hoary halls of Charlotte High, a group of scholars in a never ending quest for the truth. For many years there had been similar entrances of similar groups into the same halls but yet, in a measure, different, for from the very outset this group—to be known as the Class of 1929—showed itself unique. It is therefore the chronicles of this class, its woes, its pleasures, its suc- cesses and failures, which I propose to set down for the consideration of posterity hoping that it may profit by the experiences of the Class of 1929. Early on September morning, in fact very early, there collected in room 202 a group of new children about to enter a new life, high school, with the fullest realization of their unimportance and the greatest fear of the lordly grown ups in the halls: That day was the first of a succes- sion of pleasant memories punctuated with curt reminders that we entered wrong doors, took wrong stairs, and went to fifth period class during third period. That passed the fastest of any during four eventful years. We went home knowing we were children—but with the queer feeling of not knowing exactly what we were. We had embarked on that period adults call “adolescence.’’ For a time things went smoothly, when one day came the solemn warning of a “freshman” initiation—the first held in several years. The day came; the missed years were avenged. Our “broken bodies” were carried to Kodak High and new life was instilled by dancing for those who could not punch, raw macaroni lip stick and soot for those who couldn’t. Time passed. We had our loves and forgot them. The second year found us with a new member—our class advisor, Miss Donovan, who happily has remained with us to the end. During the year we started a succession of social gatherings, commonly called class parties, beginning with a Hallowe’en masque, the experience of which still remains in our memory. That year was the signal for a dancing class where many a worthy man learned to “hotfoot it” with little more music than the rhythmic stamp of men's feet. In the same year each of us chose the things we were interested in: baseball, soccer, dramatics, or music; but with these choices came a division into social groups which was the cause for many months of civil strife. But time passed. We had our loves and forgot them. The third year many of our members came into prominence in athletics and school life. The leadership of the school was slowly coming into our hands. There were still parties with increasing zest but decreas- ing members. The civil war continued. Then came a hurry call for help; the class of 1929 was chosen to present a play, “The Words of Washington,” at the Eastman Theatre for the Washington birthday pro- gram. Tryouts were held and the tedious drill began. For once we had the thrill of seeing a teacher accept the same excuse five times in a row. Those of us who went to the Eastman Theatre that morning will long (Continued on page forty) 24