Cochran Junior High School - Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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ADVANCED ORCHESTRA

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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

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COCHRAN AERIAL , g H V , , H Oh, me! Oh, my! said the French doll, I do wish I would soon get out into the world. Yes, but we could not be together and that would be worse, said the tin soldier. just then the little Spanish dancer came up all excited. Oh! she said, I had been looking out the window and all at once it was opened. Now we can go out, said Rose. O goody, goody, goody! All three went to the window, but to their disappointment it was closed. Perhaps you caniopen it again, said Rose. . ,: jack tried and tried, but all in vain. just then the door opened and in walked the toykeeper and they all scampered back to their places. All was quiet. 'l he next day a lady came with a little girl and bought the French doll and the tin soldier. ANNA MAE ROCK, Term IV. . .O . THE BATTLE Nine years ago I was in an entirely different CO111111l111llIy than I am to-day, for at that time I was witnessing one of the battles of the World War in Europe, and many a time I nearly became' a victim of it. But I'm getting ahead of my story. Mother. grandmother, Aunt Nancy, our servant, and I lived in a rented house in Ukraine, which stood at the end of the village Osiwtzi. Its gardens were on the banks of a small river called Strypa. VVe had boarders, an army doctor and his two servants. The doctor was a nice old man. Every time he went to the neighboring town, he took me with him on his horse, and I was sure to get some goodies. One day he seemed very sober and not nearly as jovial as usual. After an interview with grandmother, he went with his servants to the garden a11d began to dig in the corn plot under a tall poplar tree. In the CVCl1l11g I went exploring and found that they had dug a large hole under the roots of the tree and the corn. Two days later I found myself in that awful hole, screaming, wailing and kicking. I lay in the servaut's lap while above us raged a terrible battle. We were between two fronts. The Russians were on the other bank of the river, and the Ukrainians behind the house. The bullets, cannon balls, and shrapnel made a terrible din, but it seems to me I made the most noise. Thus passed four days a11d when the battle ceased, nothing re- l113lllCCl of our house but a pile of ashes and ruins. All that was left for us to do was move to another village, and so we kept on moving from one place to another trying to escape the dreaded war. At last escaping the war, we landed in America. GLORIA CI-IAPELSKY, Term III. ii0. BIOGRAPHY OF AN ERASER I am a little eraser. My mother is a large tree along the Amazo11 River in South America. We lived very happily together until one day a man came around and tapped the tree. My brothers, sisters, and I were then taken away in a bucket. ' Our family was now very scattered. We entered every vocation, becoming tires, rubber bands, raincoats, and all kinds of things. I be- came an eraser and my new home was in a store. , I did not live there long before a small boy bought me for two cents. The hardest part of my life now began because my new master was u11kind. He took me to school. There he rubbed me so hard Cforty threel