Cochran Junior High School - Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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COCHRAN AERIAL 1111159 ' T z ' !!! e --I EEE E U: !!! 2 VNNUIIIIIIIUNNNNNIIUNINNNNNINNINVNU!!! ENGLISH COMPOSITIGN A SCENE IN THE CORNER RESTAURANT At noon the men began to arrive at the little corner restaurant. As they were crowding in, each one dashed for a table. In one corner of the restaurant sat a short, chubby, old gentleman, with his plump feet propped on a chair opposite him. A large white napkin was tucked under his collar, while in his hand he held an empty glass. Hey, how about some water? he called in a gruff voice. No sooner had he swallowed his water, when a waitress brought in his tray. At once he began eating. As he finished a drumstick of spring chicken, he spread some of the mashed potatoes over a piece of bread. He was about to eat a row of green peas from his silver knife when a fly parked on his shiny, bald head. In a rage he dropped his knife and growled and muttered something to himself. Then he began eating his chocolate pie, and sipping his coffee from his saucer. A tall, slender looking young man came in and sat directly opposite him. He wore a high white collar and a red and white necktie, while his dark blue serge suit was neatly pressed. As he spread the white nap- kin on his lap, the waitress asked, Anything I can do for you sir? XVhy, yes, thank you. If you will be so kind, please bring me a few crackers, a glass of milk, and a small dish of spinach. JOSEPHINE GUZIK, Term VI. ,.l. 0...iT- COMING HOME AT MIDNIGHT Que night about twelve olclock when I was coming home from a party I heard footsteps on a porch. I looked around and saw two men trying to get into the house. I thought to myself, Watch me fool thein. 'I'hey'll think I'n1 a policeman and run. I said, I-Ieyl and you should have seen them go. But I stayed in the open too long and one of the men saw me and gave chase. I thought, VVhat shall I do? I kept on running and running till I came to a well-lighted street and then yelled, but it seemed that everyone was dead. When I reached the next block, the men either saw some one or were tired of chasing me, for they disappeared. I reached home tired, sleepy, and scared. Every time I pass that place I think of that night. VVILLIAM BOERSTLER, Term VI. ..,l..0l1i- AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY I was born in an empty room at the back of a store. Almost the Hi-st thing I can remember was the sharp pain of a knife cutting through my tail. We were a large family of pups, seven in all. One day a man came to see us. I-Ie picked me up and after looking me over, hnally said he would take me when I was old enough to take away. Not long after that he came and took me to his home. I-Ie and his wife were very kind to me, and they named me Tip, One day, while I was playing in the yard, some boys began throwing stones at me and I ran. They chased me a long time, but I got away from them by hiding under a porch. When they went away, I wandered Cthirty sevenj

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TERM VI