Charlotte High School - Witan Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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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

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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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Jupiter’s Cyclone Just twenty-five cents folks, one-quarter of a dollar! Do not miss this collossal. spectac- ular. thrilling ride on the world s largest and fastest ride of its kind! Minutes of breath taking thrills you'll never forget! Step right up and buy your tickets now!” I looked up at the subject of the excited barker's description and stood transfixed. Like an enormous snake, coiling round and round, up and down, was the Cyclone. A small train of cars stood ready to accept the first group of thrill-seekers, hut 1 was none too eager to be among the group. People around me whis- pered about the one hundred fifty foot drop, almost ])erpc!ulicular. Others talked of the dangerous square curves.” 1 was. literally, scared stiff to be near the thing. But the crowd I was with was. for some very obscure reason, thrilled and excited about the ride, and each was eager to go. Result: 1 had five supposed pals on mv neck, trying to persuade me to go. 1 told them 1 had indiges- tion. I pleaded a headache, but to no avail. I knew, if I wanted any peace for the remainder of my visit at Crystal Beach, I would have to ride on the Cyclone, .so I braced mvself. grit- ted ni) teeth, and prepared to go through with the ordeal bravely. I know I will never experience again the feeling I had when J got into the place re- served for me on the train of cars. I saw my- self thrown miles in the air and finally land- ing in the midst of the great network of coils. 1 saw my softly lighted casket; I felt that death was stalking up and down that one hun- dred fifty foot dnip. After a few seconds of awful waiting, die little train began slowly, ominously, to creep forward. It barely crawled, on,on. on, each minute nearing the crest of that terrible drop, so slow, like a lion stalking its prey. And then, before I realized it. like a thunder bolt hurled by the mighty Jupiter, we went crash- ing down, down into the very depths of the earth and then up again, around curves, under tunnels, down more hills, hurtling through the sky at a terrible s| ced, until the train began that slow homeward crawl. When we finally ranu to a stop at the gate 1 was too weak to move, too afraid to speak. I had a queer feel- ing I would never walk again, but with some assistance from mv friends I got out of the car and into free air again. The rest of the crowd turned back many times to look at the enormous structure which had carried them through tlie air as if on wings, but I never glanced at it again. That weak feeling in m stomach couldn’t stand much more. Phyllis Wolz, '36. WHAT IS MY FUTURE' I Hint has the future in store for me? If only I hail the right to see. .-fill I to work in a factory. Or sit nt a table ami serve tea.' Ti rhups I will travel far and wide With a handsome prince at my side. Hut. alas this is too far envoy For even me to say. II ho knows just what there is in store For me. a weakling on a desert shore? Shall I cast my lot upon the sea. And drift on aimlessly? Or shall I smile and say. Sail on, sail on. 'fis not far away. Then perhaps I shall see the light That makes me Mint to fight and fight. Clara Siika. '36. YOUR ( HARLOTTE TEAM Charlotte student, Why don’t you get out, And know what your lea a i is doing. And what it s all about! Pon t you feel a thrill It hen you see the green and white ? Pou t you mean it when you say. Fight, team, fight?” Isn’t it worth it to shout? Isn’t it worth it to cheer? If it is. get out for your team. And they'll win through the whole school year. Pk i scilla Thompson. •---------- A FRIEND They say true friendship never fades As night does into day; That a friend is very precious 11’ho in your heart does stay. Mary Simosds, '36. mini i i