Charlotte High School - Witan Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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MIXED A' VERSE Class Will E, the class « f January 1936, do here by publish our last will and testament! 1. To Miss Doehler. we leave the memory of Bob” Wright. 2. To sonic ambitious chemistry student, we leave Donald Bragg's way with Mr. Bird. 3. To the coming senior class, we leave I-ee Phillip’s high pressure salesmanship. ( You’ll need in. 4. To Miss C ashman, we leave the rest of the Delta Beta Delta Fraternity. 5. To him who can best use it we leave Leroy Johnson’s height. 6. To Judson Wagner, wc leave our modesty. 7. To Charles Small, we leave, with good intentions, George Brown’s athletic prowess. 8. To future teams we leave some of Eddie Grabowski’s. Jimmie Clark’s, and Dick Maw- son’ ability. 9. To Howard Burritt. we leave t Jordon DeMato’s knack of wearing clothes. 10. To Lucy Lyons, we leave Clara Shea's coquetry. 11. To future Memorial Scholarship drives we leave Janies Krickmire’s |H rsuasivc pleas for supjion. 12. To Mr. Enright, we leave the perfect stage crew. 13. To the next class we leave our place in the front of the assembly where you can plainly hear the squeaks of the stage floor. 14. To little John Dev, we leave Charles Carson's physique. 13. To Miss Goff, wc leave the hope for a perfect history class where everyone does his assignment. We do hereby appoint Miss Bitter and Mr. Tichenor the sole executors of our last will. To them we leave our ever bountiful appre- ciation and the hope that they have still a few liairs not turned gray. Oh, I am (i jolly hum. a jolly hum, I live like a royal Turk; have good luck in bumming ami chuck' .bid never bother to work. Along the railroad track one day A piece of paper I spied: ft said. If we draw your number next May, Around the world you'll ride. f hopped a freight to Albany In hopes and dreams of luxury; Of places filled with milk and honey. To be mine as soon as I got my money. reached my destination Tull of hope and anticipation: I hopped off at the station And proceeded on my way. The hall teas bright and glare-y. And I began to get bleary. With cigar and cigarette smoke Strong enough to make one choke. The din was most unreal; My limbs seemed made of steel. As the number was drawn from the box; I could hear the ticking of many clocks. The number six. six. six. six. one as shouted I started as if I had been clouted. My nit in her was six. six, six. six. one; M legs seemed to weigh a ton. My throat was dry. my chest a heaving felt very diccy and scarcely breathing. I showed my ticket, for it was mine. I heard one say its one. nine. nine. nine. nine, nine. My head slopped whirling. My legs grew light, Well, anyway it was one swell fight, f had awakened as from a slumber Only to find I had the wrong number. LkRov Johnson, '36. Class Testators. tuna hex

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The Conquest Now. boys and girls, since Caesar and his army have at last invaded Caul let us trace their development and effect on this noble country. What a queer, sham- bling old place this country was. (the old building in 1930. if you haven’t caught on yet) But they had to settle down, choose their rulers, and prepare to convert those hardened Gauls to their own customs, i the class of ’36 for those of you still in the fog) So a great mass meeting was called and strange to say, in tliat great country, they really found the grandest lady to pilot them, a Miss Ethel Caragher. Caesar ( James Clark) was then decided on as president, Roberta Hunt as vice- president. and Howard Edmondson as secretary. What a grand time that army of people had during their first two years in the new country. Though looked down uj on by natives it l othcrcd them not. so en- grossed were they in their daily business. A frequent habit was to “cut” a morn- ing session to see some good entertainer in the native theatre and lunch room. (the old assembly hall, first lunch jxrind for you still lost) They didn’t like it so well but what of it! Well, after two years the country liecame reconciled to the invad- ers and when they reached the eighth division oi intelligence the native assembly hall was given over to them tor a party. And what a time they had! True Roman food such as that assembly hall hail seldom seen, and «lancing such as will never again be seen! Stanley Root, in the true style of our old Roman aedile, favored his public by running the old popular instrument, the victrola. for dancing. How thrilled all the young ladies were to dance with Mr. Miller, another native who had consented to show us around during the second year in our new country. Miss Bitter, a guest, aided by conducting a game of Truth or Consequences. Finally came the time when we were entitled to join the ranks of the natives, our first year as important people. The ceremony, held in the assembly hall was an impressive one. At this time a group of people because of superior intelligence, were admitted into our rank to join in the Iir t year. They were naturally resented at first but since that time have developed into part of the cream of the crop. At the ceremony, music occupied a large place on the program. Phyllis W’olz played The Itlne Tells of Scotland (what a job, shipping those over) June 'flipper played Tramnrrel on the flute and James Clark played Chanson Triste on the cello, i He was so noble strumming away high up on his toes) As a grand finale a chair which looked suspicious l cforc-haml collapsed 'ncath the weight of an enthusiastic spec- tator. But that was bound t » happen. At last they were building a new country. That old one bad been used long enough. A few of the natives were allowed to spend part of their time in the new republic, (the new school to you). But in a few years the new city was complete ami the entire country, natives and invaders |Kissed into its noble halls. In the course of the four years there, the old army became steeled to the customs and jxisscd into leadership in many fields. They felt at home and held more parties and picnics as a result. Now. though Caesar (Robert Wright, our president) and his army are ready to leave this great old place and conquer new worlds they will ever rememlicr this place which first trained them in the technique of conquest. Class Historians wnj.va

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