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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COCI-IRAN AERIAL having ambitions, but he was not always successful in attempting to carry out his great ideas. I am going to tell about his first horse ride in a saddle. Jim had often ridden in a wagon with horses pulling it but that did not satisfy his wishes. He wanted to ride on the back of a horse like t. e ether boys. One time his wish came true. He was visiting a farm and the owner of the farm said that he might ride one of the work horses. I went out with Jim to the stable and helped him into the saddle on one of the work horses. Jim said that he would ride down the road to a bridge about a half a mile away a11d the11 ride back. He rode down to the bridge and back in safety and nothing happened to him. VVhen Jim got back to the stable, he said he was going to take another ride. just as he was about to start, some kind of an insect bit the horse and made him jump, and he kept on jumping for about fifteen minutes. It was a funny sight to see Jim bouncing up and down on the back of the horse. He was so scared that his face was 'as white as a sheet. He tried to stop the horse, but could 11Ot. First, he would be sitting in the saddle, then he would be sitting on the neck of the horse. He was holding on as hard as he could to the horse's neck, but he could not hold on very long. The horse gave an extra hard kick and Jim fell. He landed in a pile of hay about ten feet away. For about five minutes he did not move but just sat on the hay looking at the horse. When he did stand np, I thought he would fall again at every step because his knees were so shaky. I have often had a good laugh at his expense whenever I tell about his great ride. CURTIS HENNING, Term IV. ..,..O.1. A FISHING TRIP Last summer I was camping with my father, mother, brother, sister and a preacher. He was very fond of Fish 3.11Cl suggested that we go fishing. VVe knew of a stream not far from Ogletown which was a half-mile from our camp, and so decided to go in our car. We dug some bait, got out our lines, and started. Wlieii we arrived at the stream, we found a vacant cottage close by. VVc investigated and found that all the beds and other furniture were turned upside down. We decided not to go upstairs and to go O11 with our fishing. VVe had good luck and caught nine. They were all trout but were rather small. We went back to camp, fried the hsh, and ate them because it was now about six o'clock. Two days later we heard that the cottage that we had been in on our fishing trip had been raided the night after we had bee11 there and a still was found in it. If we had gone upstairs, we would have found the still and found why everything was upside down. The men had left the night before in a hurry and did not want to leave anything. It was lucky that we were not there at the same tlllle as the moon- shiners. FRANKLIN REITER, Term IV. O. THE TOY SHOP The big clock in the toy shop had just struck twelve when all of a sudden the toys jumped down from the shelves to visit. The little tin soldier ran as if in an awful big hurry. Then he turned off to the side and here he met the pretty French doll, whose name was Mademoi- selle Rose. Theytin soldier's name was Jack. The two met every night at the old pump in the toy shop. Both were wishing someone would come and buy them, so they could see the outside- world. Cforty oneb