Cochran Junior High School - Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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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

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TERM VI

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INDIANS