Cochran Junior High School - Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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TERM VI

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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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COCHRAN AERIAL around the street, but couldn't find my way home. While I was walking along, an old woman picked me up and took me home. A few' days later she? took me back to my master. After that, when any boys came, I always ran into the house. One day a woman who lived near us gave me some very bitter, black stuff in a little dish. I drank that and went home and the last thing I can remember was that'I was lying very sick in my box. I heard the master say that I had been poisoned. But I soon got better again. I am a very lively ROBERT MYERS, Term VI. -. O 1..... A CLOCK IN COCHRAN I am a clock in Cochran Junior High School. This morning a bell rang above me a11d made my head ache. I heard voices in the hall and the door opened. A teacher came in and soon some pupils came in. The pupils were talking rather loud. I heard them say that they didn't have their lessons done. CI don't see why some pupils don't do their lessons.D Another bell rang and there was a rush in the hall. About five pupils rushed into the room because the warning bell was ringing. Not lo11g after that' another bell rang and everything was quiet. About Five minutes after that a boy came into the room. He did not lift his feet when he walked, but shuffled them along the floor. A bell rang in forty minutes and the pupils trooped out. In three minutes another bell rang and everything was cfuiet again. Then the lessons began. Some pupils were stupid and some did not have their lessons done. The teacher was disgusted with them and told them to study the rest of the period. Somepupils studied hard, others wrote IIOICS. One boy I remember quite well. He was a boy who sat in the rear of the room. Every tive minutes he would look at me and grumble because I went so slow. The day went along monotonously except at noon when I had one hour of rest. In the evening the pupils were dismissed, and they made a great deal of noise. It is very quiet now and it is cool and everything is dark. I am locked in the room for the night, and I have a chance to sleep. MARY KIMMEL, Term V. 0 DEscR1PT1oN It isn't always the well-bred dogs or those who came from the best homes who prove the most devoted friends afterward. Our little dog is Hobo, both by name and by nature. He is a little white poodle dog with coal black nose and eyes. He has the cutest' brown cars and a big brown spot on one side. He was a little tramp dog who made friends with a Boy Scout troop in Tyrone a few years ago. Later the scoutmaster gave him to us. He did have very long hair but each summer we clip him and now most people think he looks more like a sheep than a dog. Poor dog, he is getting old now. He has had a lot of toothache and lost a number of teeth. Also he gets rheumatism in damp weather. Each week we bathe him twice and he is a very good dog both while he is getting bathed and while he is being combed. After he has had his bath and been combed, he is very pretty with his soft, fluffy white coat and his coal black eyes and nose. Although he has been a tramp dog, l1e is the best plaything we have ever had. We had always wanted a dog like Hobo and we got our wish. MARTHA MYTON, Term V. .lol jIM'S FIRST HORSE RIDE jim was a boy of about nine or ten years of age. He was some- what smaller than niost boys of his age. Jim was a great boy for dog. Cthirty ninel