Charlotte High School - Witan Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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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!

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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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Diary of Kent Ward (The World’s H orst Liar) XSTAKTKD from Rochester in a Ford (Vintage of l‘ 09) for the west coast, niter reading a movie maga- zine. This trip was to see is» llittle it would cost to travel. After tm study of Physics in Charlotte, 1 evolved a plan by which I could travel without gasoline. 1 would coast the car down all hills. Next. I would take Don Bragg with me. When I came to a hill that the car would not coast up. Don would get out in front of the car and talk. This talk. l cing composed of hot «air en- tirely. would rise, creating a vacuum in front of the car. The cold air behind the car would force it ahead. It would hit him and knock him down a few feet ahead where the process would be re]ieated. There was only one thing wrong with that idea—it cost too much to feed Don. Hut I finally solved that problem by hypnotizing him and painting him black and white. He thought lie was a cow and fell to grazing. The hot part of our trip was our lack of trouble. Gosh! 1 got so tired watching Don fix those sixteen fiat tires we had! When we arrived at Chicago, our spare tire looked like a tennis net with the ends tied together. One day we were going over the crest of a hill when a rear wheel came off and rolled down the hill for ahmt six miles. 1 went to sleep waiting for Don to walk hack and get it. We also burned out a lx. aring or two and Don got his face so greasy fixing them 1 had to wipe my face on niy underwear for a week so I wouldn't have to use the oily towel. I forgot to say that Dave Gilkcson went along too. You see. he slept all day and danced all night so we saw very little of him. except when money came from home, or at mealtime. That fellow has more girl-friends than the sailor with a girl in every port. He has 'em every ten miles I that’s as far as Liz- zie woidd go without a breakdown). My leaps and jerks we reached Minneapolis. Dave’s “ole home town.” He is (juite proud of that place and was showing us around one day when we came to the street he once lived on. ”1 know this street by heart.” he boasted. “I’ll walk to the house with my eyes closed.” He shut his eyes and darned if lie didn't walk into an open manhole. We looked in, hut things looked rather black. He was wobbly aftei that fall so we left the town for points South. We wound up (or rather couldn't wind Liz- zie up) near a little town where Dixon Cate is supposed to live. We asked a native how to reach the town. His answer: Well, now 1 reckon it’s just up the road a piece.” I p the road a piece? Twenty-eight miles! I was certainly fagged out steering all that distance while Dave and Don pushed. We called at (.'ale’s, hut a negro “flunky told us he was having his siesta. We called every day for a week, but were always told the same. I guess Dick must have sleeping sickness. We slept on the ground at our camp grounds. Inc morning I awoke and started breakfast. I noticed a number of squirrels around hut paid them no attention. When Dave and Don arose. 1 exjiected to hear a torrent of talk hut —although their lips moved I heard nary a sound. 1 couldn't even hear myself. By that time we were nearly frantic and Dave wrote on a piece of paper—it s only throat trouble we ll go sec a doctor and get repaired. We went t«» the nearest doctor and wrote our trou- ble to him. He looked at our throats and finally wrote back—vour throats are all right. Then he began to laugh. He came over and did something to our ears and dismissed us I 11 he darned if the squirrels hadn't put nuts in our ears! But that isn’t all. ne morning we heard Don yelling at the top of bis voice. We investigated and found that the squirrels had carried him half waj up a tree. Figure that one out. We didn’t like that town so we left in good ole number 1909. After traveling aUmt ten miles Lizzie stopped by the side of a dumj where she fell apart. We buried her in the dump with an appropriate number of tears. The rest of our rides were received on the thumb system. Greeting was given us with due ceremony at home and we were hailed will flying colors—green apples, red. rijie tomatoes and black eyes. Kent Ward, ’36. i m km 11 xisa