Charlotte High School - Witan Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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 THE W IT A N We, the class of June 1931 of Char- lotte High School, Lake Avenue, Roch- ester, New York, being practically conscious and temporarily of sound mind, do hereby execute our last Will and Testament. FIRST—To Miss Doehler, to take Charles Schaad’s place, we leave Bruce Mergences services for parking her car. In the event that the above-mentioned Bruce Berg- ener does not stay for another R2G2 Course, this duty will he transferred to Earl Freckleton. SECOND—To the next Glee Club, we leave page 120 in the singing book. THIRD—To Miss Goff, we leave big- ger and better Beards. FOURTH—For the coming “Gigolos,” we have created a trust fund by placing in the bank at compound interest the sum of five cents, the income of which is to be used to buy new records for the noon dancing hour. FIFTH—To Miss Cashman, we leave gaudier and more complicated li- brary permits. SIXTH—To the next senior Candy Committee, we leave a monopoly on the sale of Chocolate Milky Ways. As Personal Bequests, we leave: 1. To Mr. West, the key to the city for his watch chain. 2. To Mr. Whitney, a box of electric light bulbs for the girls’ locker room. 3. To Jerry Bishop, Nedra Tozier’s winning way with the boys. 4. To Miss Whelehan, a class who can fully appreciate her. ’ . To Charles Richardson, Spencer Bishop’s crowning glory. G. To Carolyn Carroll, Josephine Flemish's maidenly reserve. 7. To Violet Rentschler, Esther Fergusons ability to blush at just the proper moment. s. To Joe Stendarso, a six months’ subscription to the Democrat and Chronicle, so he won't have to rend Miss Sharer’s. 9. To Miss Miner, one-half dozen divans to accommodate the wait- ing line outside her door. 10. To Mr. Bird, an adding machine for the heir to the Bird millions. 11. To Ruth I'unnett, Katherine Tray hern’s brilliant conversa- tional ability. 12. To Miss Sharer, a class with none of “the rest of them kills in it. Lastly, the the Freshman class, we leave our exceptional class spirit and splendid sense of cooperation. Witnesses: Alma D. Hubbcll, George Gray, Pres. Testator. Dorothy Rubier, Sec. 23

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T H E W I 1 A N Charles Schaad, who, arrayed in a white apron, jovially waved his fork at us. Miss Doehler, over on a tombstone, was trying to settle an argument be- tween Oscar Judd and Ed. Hush. In spite of the fact that they were both well-known men (Oscar a poet of some note and Edward a surgeon) and fast friends, they still liked to argue with each other as well as ever. Miss Doehler finally gave it up as a bad job, greeted us, and ordered refresh merit to relieve her fagged brain. Merrily we gathered around the table, tastefully arranged by our one and only interior decorator, Betty LeClare. With a nourish, Chuck dished up his ham burgs and buns. Pickles and what not appealed from nowhere, under Ev- elyn Bobbin's able supervision. (She was a caterer in Chicago). I looked down the table. It did not seem possible that twenty years had passed. Katherine Tray hern, though a dramatist of some note, would probably never get over her gold-digging tendencies, for I heard, “Oh, that's just great! Pm so glad 1 can use your car after lunch. 1 know you don't mind.” What could Professor Richard Mac- Arthur do? And Jean Marvin, hap- pily married and settled down, was talking baby talk to Esther Ferguson, a gym teacher, as energetically as of old. Down at the end of the tabic Spencer Bishop was enthusiastically discussing the fine points of his last golf match with Ernest Eve, a New York broker. At my side Miss Doehl- er poured the news into my ear. Frank Campbell and Nedra Tozier owned the Tozier and Campbell Candy Company. Their long and hard.train- ing on the Candy Committee probably hail a lot to do with it. Marion Leonard had been a Pollies girl, but at the height of her career had retired to many Mr. ZeigAeld's son, and, best of all, George Gray was Governor of the Philippines. I remembered Ids ability to discuss them in Miss Goff’-; history class. Across from me Virginia Couch and Ida Diehl were talking about their boss. Though married, they both had excellent positions in the W. Water- house and Company, Publishers. Un- doubtedly Woodrows long service in the Book Exchange got him the posi- tion. Beside them Grace Tupper wad telling Julia Van Dam the way she felt when she made her debut at the Metropolitan Opera House some ten years ago. As for Julia herself, Miss Doehler told me, she ranked highest in the list of efficiency experts in the Treasury Department at Washington, near which Doris Keagon and Rose Leary worked as official dressmakers to the First Lady of the Land. Farther down, Alma Hubbell had just launched into her latest short story, when suddenly somebody ex- claimed. “What do 1 smell?” Every- one sniffed; everyone looked around, while Charles turned a deep red. One of his ham burgs had caught on lire and, spreading, had lighted the bun which lay nearby on a light wooden stand. Before anyone could make a move, that was on fire and burning briskly. It showed every tendency of spreading to the tables and, since we did not have enough pop to put it out with, one of the boys dashed to the corner to turn in the alarm» That fire department certainly de- served commendation, for it was the quickest turnout I ever saw. Careen- ing madly from side to side, the en- gine dashed down the street, Captain Frank O'Shannecy at the wheel and Jerry Purchase, hoseman, swaying on the back. It was only a matter of minutes before the fire was out, ev- erybody having pitched in to help. (That didn't include Bob Unit man, who only exerted himself at a base- ball game—he was Babe Ruth's only rival). After it was over, we plied Frank and Jerry with remains of the feast and questions, while Dorothy Rubier, a French teacher, took a turn around the block on the engine. She had finally learned to drive, and would tackle anything, even a horse and buggy! By the time we had finished feed- ing the two boys, and Elsa England, a nurse, had bound up their burns, the (Continued on Page 41) •JO

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T H K W T T A N USEFUL Marie hummed softly to herself as she bustled around her kitchen. Two stops wore required between the stove and the table and two more between the table and the wall cupboard in the corner, and, although this might seem cluttered to some people, Marie was perfectly satisfied. She had enough money to live comfortably for the rest of her life, so she never bothered her tiny, white head about anything con- cerning financial difficulties. She was so quiet and reserved that no one was aware of her existence, so only her geraniums knew how loving she was. A whole window-sill covered with pots of pink and white geraniums graced the front window. They peeped engagingly from behind the soft, tie-back curtains, out into the snowy street, upon which the sun cast a sparkle. Passers-by sometimes noticed the beautiful geraniums, but they never thought of the care that had been put into them. Marie cried pitifully when one tiny plant wilted and died, but when a new hud appeared she did a fancy waltz about the room, stopping occasionally to kiss the baby blossom. Never was a person so devoted to any small child as Marie was to these geraniums. Mr. Winks stood clapping his hands together to keep them warm and, as a lady passed who had bought a lunch BEAUTY from him once before, he courteously tipped his fur bonnet, showing his snowy locks. He was short of sta- ture, red and roughened of face from winter exposure, with plenty of wrinkles around his eyes and a smile hovering near his bearded lips. Every morning at 9:00 o'clock, Mr. Winks walked briskly down Row Street, pausing only when he came to the white cottage with the geraniums in the window. After living in a dingy apartment house with no visible vegetation, his soul feasted on their beauty. This morning, as he paused, Marie appeared in (he window with a water- ing pot and proceeded to quench the everlasting thirst of the plants. Be- ing unaware of a watcher, she unself- consciously chattered to the flowers, stooping to touch tenderly a small bud here or there. Mr. Winks was fascinated by the beauty of Marie bending over the flowers, for she was delicate and pink and white, as were the flowers. As he openly admired, something caused Marie to glance up. Strangely, she was not at all startled, but, as he gallantly tipped his hat, she smiled. Mr. Winks immediately was on his way with an animated feeling of warmth around his heart, Marie was so excited that her white hair fairly crackled. She wondered who the fine old gentleman was and 24