Charlotte High School - Witan Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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You’re Telling Me The Story of Two Boys Who Were Tired of School Second Price OB CARLSON threw open the loor of his dormitory quarters and stamped in to find his room-mate. Sandy Payne, standing before the only window in the two-by-four compartment. Without a word he tossed his l»ooks upon the l ed and flopped his lanky frame into a shabby old chair. He shuffled unconcernedly through a pile of soiled and torn magazines, but soon tired of it and sat back to think. The Imy was in an ugly mood. This day had gone all wrong; in fact, the past week or two had been “oft with Boh. Just now there was a problem on his mind that demanded a prompt solution: Is it the host way out to run away from school in search of adventure ami a natural education? This was heavy upon Bob's mind when Sandy sud- denly spun around and informed him. “I'm sick of this school. Bob. and of all schools! Some dark night Pm going to clear out! For a brief moment Bob stared blankly at his companion. Then his whole countenance brightened and he leaped across the room and clutched Sandy’s hand in his own. “And I’ll be with you. pal. he ejaculated. J feel the same as you do about this school stuff. Let’s get out and hum up real adven- ture !” “Do you mean that?” Sandy demanded en- thusiastically. “Gosh ! That’s swell! . . . Sav. what are your reasons? They couldn't he as good as mine, whatever they are.' “That's what you think? said Bob. flopping down upon the bed. Why, ever since I came to this ‘high class' education joint I’ve had nothing but bad luck. But the last couple of weeks have been terrible. First I got kicked out of geometry for not doing enough home work. Then 1 had a row with my English teacher and socked him. That almost got me exjielled. Oh. lots of other things have hap- pened. Today I flunked a I-at in and a biology test. . . . Sounds darn sweet, doesn't it. Sandy ?M “Well, said Sandy, leaning against the wall, “here's a sample of my (jood fortune the past week or so: First crimes the accusation that I've been taking hooks out of the library here in school without having them stamped. Sure 1 was guilty, but I didn’t like the idea of being called into the office about it. So I pleaded ‘not guilty’—and got away with it. Then I was awarded four successive zeros on French tests. And today I was given fair—though it’s really unfair—warning that 1 must show my note book for this term in Physics or drop the subject. Well, 1 haven’t taken any notes. . . . The office told me to get somebody from class to help me—but I’ve got no stand-in with any of those guys. “Let’s beat it tonight. suggested Boh. “Not a chance of getting caught. It'll he a cinch. “Suits me fine. Sandy said as lie rushed to the clothes press and hauled forth a battered suit case. “1 have thirty bucks saved tip; ami you said the other day that von had forty-five tucked away. Say! That’ll he swell! We’ll live like kings in Sandy stopped short as the door was flung open and a bright-faced youth stepped hur- riedly into the room. “Hello fellows! he greeted in a jolly tone. “Chuck Watson told me to tip you off that there’s gonna Ik? a swell dance at the Holly- tune tomorrow night. Better get a Little Dainty piece to whirl around that swell floor they’ve got. . . . ril-be-seejn’-ya. The door closed and the gay lad was gone. Sandy turned to his room-mate and said sheepishly: “I I guess we’d better put off our depar- ture until tomorrow, after the dance. Don’t you think so. Boh? “We-1-1, I guess ’twouldn’t U a h-a-d idea at that. Boh was hesitant to answer. Then lie quickly continued. “I think I’ll go ri'dit down and give Betty Dayton a ring. She’ll have to do. “I'll go with you, Sandy quickly said. “I suppose I'll have to ask Ruth Turner. li. well, can't always get the cream off the top. As the last minute of the following day ticked slowh away. Boh Carlson and Sand Payne entered tlieii little room. The dance at the llollytunc was over, and the girls had been safely delivered to their homes. Ah, what a time! Boh exclaimed. “What rn t: i r sums

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His Grand Day First Price II.Bl'K PRIK'IVAI. SMITH.known in In's partners in mischief as Burr, turned his head to the left and in- formed his impatient mother that lie was dressed, washed, and would he clown to breakfast immediately. After five more min- utes he climl cd out of bed. At the same time that Burr had decided to reach for his first stocking, a juvenile whistle was heard in the front yard, directly txmeath his window. To think was to act with the Smiths. In five min- utes Burr was dressed, had washed his left ear. the tip of his nose, and three fingers of his right hand, the ones that held the wash cloth. W ith a clumsy bound he rushed out of the bathroom, leaving three towels and a tooth brush on the floor. He expertly dodged the dog as he skidded down the hall, hit every fifth step of the stairs and finally catapulted at full speed into the dining room table. His mother, in the kitchen, heard the uproar with an en- during and significant smile. As Wilhur Per- cival sauntered nonchalantly into bis mother's presence, the cellar door opened and his father entered the room. Pa?” pleaded Burr. Now don’t start that again, first thing in the morning.” said his father fiercely. “Is that all you think of?” “Mother, can’teha tell ’im that all the ln ys got knickers?” “Listen, son. his father started. “I think that Standard il Stock is—1 mean you're not old enough to wear jxints. Oh hah! What arc you standing there for? Eat your break fasti It’s almost nine o’clock.’’ No! I'm not going to school unless I kin have knickers like the rest of the fellows.” 1 say you are. Who's lx ss around here? That's what I want to know, bellowed Mr Smith belligerently. Now, father, please. said Mrs. Smith. Thai’s how all you women are, always in- terfering an’ trying to make your boy grow up a sissy. Don’teba think I know how to handle boys?” “Of course, 1—” “And furthermore, now that we’ve started. Why did you tell the storekeeper I'd pay him on Monday ' You always commit me to my business acquaintances. You're always nag- gin' and demandin' money. Do you think I'm made of money?” But by this time M’ort Flyn, Burr’s friend, and Burr were on their way to school. They were trotting along in a grotesque fashion, one moment their legs stiff, the next moment they were wrapjied rhnmmily around the neckties, at the sum time administering a severe jolt to the chin. Burr was riding his favorite steed. Lightning, and Mori bestrode his equal!) favorite charger, Mike. Just as Mort had run his lance through the villain and Burr had deftly loaded his deadly six gun. they pranced into a Ik v. resembling, somewhat, Mort's vil- lain. Oh. 1 see. You're tryin’ to put somethin over on me. hey? the villain remarked sar- castically. Mort decided to do a little quick transform ing. and liecame Mort again. Burr also de- cided to drop the cuwlioy act. They cringed hack against the side of a building and turned dazzling, if somewhat toothless smiles on Jack Garner, the villain. Jack was big. |xxir, and a rather diffident bully. He was fourteen and had seen two lioats and a soldier at the Fair- jx rt County Fair, lie was. therefore, an ad- mired and awing individual. Today Jack wore a commonplace, undistinguished shirt, a pair of shoes with a past, and a pair of bulgy, dirty, but gallant knickers. His uneducated eye. very shiftless, fell on Burr’s shorts, a pair of invigorating pants, with French seams and a blue and yellow check. Gimme dem pants, kid. or i'll take 'em. Ik. said, coming closer and poking a suggestive fist into Perci vaPs face. Burr started to refuse, and fight like a cow- hoy. six guns roaring, when suddenly he had an inspiration. Say. Jack! If I give ya these, will ya gimme them ] ants of yours?” he said with an ingratiating smile. Well—()kay. kid. it's a go. Jack imme- diately step| ed behind an ash can and began to peel off his clothes. Although Jack was anxious and excited at receiving a new pair of pants, our friend Burr (Turn to Page Thirty-nine) nron' six

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a dance! What a dance hall! And what a girl! “And what a siveet little kiss she can give a fellow!“—my sweetheart, 1 mean.” supple- mented Sandy, wiping a bit of red from his lips with the hack of his hand. “Yeah! Boh agreed. “But guess what luck 1 struck. Betty is going to let me take all ot her geometry home work tor two weeks hack, so that 1 can get hack in class. . . . She's .raW all right!” “That’s nothing,” boasted Sandy. “Both said I could take Iter phys.es note hook and get my notes caught tip. So now I won’t gei kicked out of that class.” With these happy words Sandy broke out whistling a gay tune. At the same time he spied his suit case laying open upon the bed. half full of clothes. He snatched it up. dumped the contents u|xm the bed. and slung it into tin closet. “Come on. pal.” he then said, let’s get some sleep. You won't catch any teacher saying I look as if I'd been out all night. Xo. sir. . . . And wait till they come to marking my report card next. Won't they hate to put down those nice-looking marks I'll he deserving.” “You’re telling me!” Bob exclaimed in a flash. Volney Lacy. .17. ♦ — The First Day Second Prize The first thing I did when I entered Junior High School was to look up and down the long corridors for someone I knew. When I saw only strangers 1 went into the ollice where I found many of my old grammar school chums. The girl at the desk told us where to go and together we old friends went to our home rooms. When we finally arrived our teacher told us that there would Ik an assembly and school for only half a day. In die assembly the principal spoke and introduced new teach- ers. After the assembly the rest of the morn- ing was sjKMit going to classes, in getting ac- quainted with and meeting many new people. Altogether my first day in Junior High School was interesting and exciting. Lillian I. a no. 9B. As the Milkman Sees the World 'I’lie milkman sees the world when it is first waking in the morning. When lie goes out on his daily route everything is quiet, except for the “clippcty clop clop of the horse’s shoes and the sound of the bottles. Then, at about five-thirty, as lie goes along the street, a light pops on in some house. From a quiet world it slowly becomes noisier and noisier as the sun climbs higher into the heavens. Finally he is making his way lack to the dairy with cars and trucks whizzing by him at breakneck speed on their way to business. I think you will agree with me that the milkman sees the world from an unusual point of view. Lloyd Chase. 9B. Vain Kitty Burr. purr. purr, purrs my little yellow kit- ten. who is sleeping before the fireplace, his smooth glossy, fine. fur. shining in the reflect- ed firelight. As you look at the happy, peaceful, little animal on the warm slabs of stone, you won- der if it is possible that this same cat was the one who tipped over his milk, jumped on the table, slept on mother’s bed, and walked across the kitchen floor with muddy paws, making cute, little tracks on its smooth, clean surface. X’o, it couldn’t he. for he now is so still and sweet, but it must have been him. You wonder what he is dreaming. Perhaps he is dreaming of the tiny little mouse lie caught this morning and proudly displayed as his first catch. He seemed to enjoy his little, black Scotty dog playmate ibis afternoon, perhaps bis dreams are cloggy.,f Whatever it is, he is immensely contented, fur now, he is smiling, flic corners of his little mouth are curling up and his whiskers are moving a wee hit. He is awakening. He rises, stretches, and yawns. He strides steadily and proudly across the room, while all eyes are fixed on him. What a proud, vain, little creature he i . and so contented with life! Eleanor Allen, 7. I II MS IV i.’IUll!