Cochran Junior High School - Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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JUNIOR ORCHESTRA

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'COCHRAN AERIAL that I thought I was on fire. He stuck a pen in me Yandbit parts of me and threw the pieces at boys andgirls. Finally, I realized he could not use me any longer, so he threw me into the waste basket. Somebody emptied me into a large can. From there I was thrown into a large fire and that is all I can remember. WALTER BECK, Term II. .-M..-Oii. HOW THE STATES OF THE UNITED STATES WERE NAMED Every American boy or girl should be interested in the naming of the states of our country. Many bear Indian narnesg a few received names from European sovereigns and other individualsg and one bears the name of a fabled island of romance. Indian names when translated generally tell of some natural fea- ture of the region: of a river, a mountain, or a lake. But even when these names are changed and translated they are beautiful and no names brought from foreign countries can equal them for beauty. lt was hard to translate these names, for the Indians had no alphabet and the white man had to do the best he could. Out of the forty-eight states we find that twenty-five bear names of Indian origin, twelve are English, six Spanish, three French and two that must be considered American. The English named are: New Hampshire, Rhode Island, New York, Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, West Vir- ginia, New Jersey, Delaware, Maryland, and Pennsylvaniaq Those that are of Frenclrorigin are: Louisiana, Maine, and Ver- mont. Nevada, Montana, Florida, Colorado, Oregon, and California fwhich is the fabled isla11d of romancel were named by the Spanish. The ones that were named by Americans are: Washington and Indiana. All the rest are Indian named, so you see that the Indians have provided more than fifty percent of our states' names. DOROTHY WUENSICH, Term II. Oi...-.... AN ADVENTURE WITH A HORSE One very bright sunny day Louise was going to go for a ride on a race horse. Her mother told her not to take the race horse, but she would not liste11. She said the pony did not go fast enough for her. It was about nine o'clock when she started. She decided to take a lunch along and come back for dinner. At First the horse went very slowly. She thought it was because he was very old. She whipped him with all her might. He ran so fast she did not know what to do. She became very tired, and screamed, but this didn't do any good. NVhen crossing the bridge the horse threw her into the water. She could not swim, so she called for help. No one was around then but a small child. Soon after, the small child came with help, and she was taken to a house where she was given hot tea, and soon was able to go on her way home. When she reached home, it was about ten o'clock. Her mother had been very much alarmed. Louise never went for another ride on the race horse. She was satisiied to take tl1e pony. ELEANOR COYLE. 1.0 A TRIP THROUGH CAMP ' . One hot afternoon in camp my uncle said to Bill and me, Jump in, you can come along. I have some business to attend to up at Division .I-Ieaclquartersf' f Cforty Fivej

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COCHRAN AERIAL We immediately jumped into the large Packard twin six and with a muffled roar were on our way to the headquarters of the Twenty-eighth Division of the Pennsylvania National Guard. As we skimmed over the shining tar road, we passed the tank company, which was on the field slowly rumbling up and down in battle formation of three abreast like a tribe of small clumsy elephants. just then Bill exclaimed, Look over there, the 'lllth' are having their bayonet drill. Oh, boy, look at 'em charge! There they go over the top and into the other trenches, they are ramming their bayonets into a bundle of sticks that are supposed to be men. But look here to the right, I said, nudging Bill. f'The cavalry are drilling. Look at the Major on that firey roan, and the Captain just behind leading his regiment. A As we turned around from the cavalry drill we saw just ahead a company of infantry, under the command of a first lieutenant, han- dling the big, clumsy army rifles. By the way they handled their rifles and the stern, crisp orders of the officer, we knew that this was the despised awkward squad. The car, however, was traveling at such a rate that we had soon passed that squad and as we rounded a curve, Bill pulled me to one side and pointed to the side of the road. 'fThe engineers have nearly finished their road, he said. Sure enough, the engineers, who had been building a road through the woods, were just putting the Hsnishing touches to it. The men were pitching shovels full of soft earthwhile the sweat was rolling in drops off their sun-scorched shoulders. just then, as the automobile carried us out of view of the laboring engineers, we began to hear the sharp crack-crack-crack of the army rilie and quicker spat-spat-spat of'the machine gun. From this we knew that one of the companies was out on the rifle range, and in a few minutes we were whizzing past the range See that private who is lying behind the sand bag? Watch his rifle kick when he shoots, said Bill. I, watching, could see the man's shoulder jerk back as he pressed the trigger. Above him, on a slight knoll, was a machine gun, sur- rounded by a group of guardsmen who were being instructed in its care and use. To their left, another machine gun squadron were shoot- ing, seemingly streams of fire, from that destructive weapon which was pointed at a row of moving, tiny-loking tin men about siii hun- dred yards away. Now we were driving up a slight hill i11to Division Headquarters where Major-General Williani G. Price, Co1nmander-in-Chief of the encampment, and his staff had their ofnces and tents. The long row of tents were streched out along the top of the hill with the General's huge wall tent in the center standing out like an ofiicer at the head of his regiment. The tall, narrow Hagpole rose up in front of the Com- mander's tent and under this each night a detail of three men slowly let down 0ld Glory while the strains of The Star Spangled Banner echoed through the ranks of the five thousand soldiers standing rev- erently at attention. 'My uncle stopped here and disappeared into the General's tent, leaving Bill and me dreaming of the days when we would become stern, resolute ofiicers. - HOMER RESSLER, Term VIII. 0. A TRIP ON THE EXPRESS Jimmy Arnold sprang up to the platform of the old iron horse, slapped Duck McCabe, the engineer, on the shoulder, then got his shovel and set to work. jimmy was young-about twenty, I guess, Cforty sevenj