Cochran Junior High School - Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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SEWING CLASS

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COCHRAN AERIAL , ,, the neck and then double grip on one wrist and back strangle hold. These you must be able to break. The fourth thing I had to do was my carries-the head carry, the hair carry, the cross-chest carry, and the tired swimmer's carry. As a reward you get a diamond shaped pin, a diamond shaped emblem, and a membership card to the Junior Life Savings Corps. JACQUELINE CARMES, Term VIII. 0 A COLLECTION OF CANES Most people have hobbies. One of my father's is collecting canes. He has collected quite a number of them from different countries. He has two from the United States. One is an orange stick made from an orange tree in Los Angeles. The other one he made himself from an oak tree in Quakertown. One of his collection came from Mexico. This cane was made by a Mexican Indian and is very brilliantly colored and skillfully made. On this is carved a snake and a lizard and the Mexican coat of arms. Another one of his collection is the black thorn cane from Ireland. There are two which he prizes very much, these came from the holy land. One is from Palestine made from an old oak tree, the other is a cedar cane from Mount Lebanon. These are very roughly made. This completes the collection. He soon expects to receive one from the redwoods of California. KATHRYN HEEBNER, Term VIII. ll0l THE SPOILED CHILD Percy, darling, called mother. Oh, what do you want? was his snappy reply. You know you must practice your music lesson now. I am not, I practiced my music lesson last evening, and I'n1 not practicing it to-night, dad said I didn't have to. Oli, all right, dear, you run along and play marbles, then, if your daddy said so, she replied. Gee, kids, that's another time I got out of practicing, why clon't you try lying a little bit, it don't hurt you any, said Percy. A Yes, said John, but all of us don't have a mother like yours. ALVERTA COY, Term VIII. BABY BARBARA Little Barbara is the most cheerful person in our family. As she stands clapping her little hands, her brown eyes twinkle with laughter. Every feature of her face seems to smile, for even her little nose wrin- kles as the corner of her mouth turns up. Her slender little body fairly quivers with excitement. She is the baby and rules the rest of the family with her smiles. PI-IYLLIS LEHMAN, Term VIII. 0.i NANNY HAS A COLLISION As I entered the kitchen of my aunt's house, there seemed to be much excitement. There, in the doorway leading to the dining room, sat Nanny, a fat roly-poly negress with skin like patent leather. Her cheeks were smeared with white frosting. In her lap was a mass of lumps and crumbs, which at one time had been a large, white, layer cake. I had a wreck wif my choo-choo, said Tommy. After that I then realized that Nanny had stumbled over Tommy in the doorway. After many groanings and gruntings, she rose to her feet. I's so skeered I's turnin' white, she said, glancing at herself in the mirror. And look at mah cake! All de frostin' am done slid off it! ETHEL BIRK, Term VIII. fsixty threej

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COCHRAN AERIAL gg W W THE WASHERWOMAN'S BOY He's a tall, pale-faced boy. His brown eyes look too large for his slender, puny face. His head is pointed, and covered with long black hair, stringing into his eyes. He wears a man's hat much too large for him, and a shaggy brown coat many years old, with sleeves so short that his bony hands stand out from them. His trousers were meant to be long ones, but he has outgrown them until they reach his shoe tops. He wears a pair of his mother's old shoes, which are long and narrow, Hlld have very high heels. Every day, counting Sun- days, you can see him going along playing train with the baby buggy, GERALDINE TEETER. . lilo-i1 COUSIN TIM A great gangling hulk of a boy all hands and feet, with a freckled and mischievous eye and a shock of red hair that simply would not- stay brushed-that was Tim. which he is pushing full of clothes. CARL SIGG, Term VIII. DESCRIPTION OF A PLACE There, almost hidden by the tall trees, stood the old sugar camp. For three days a continual stream of smoke came from the chimney, and the fresh smell of sugar water was distinct. About thirty feet in front of the camp, a narrow stream rushed along, sparkling over each stone. The foot bridge built across the stream was rickety, weather- worn, and much older than the camp. Frequently, you could hear the hand saws, cutting logs into small pieces so that the boiling should not cease. DOROTHY BOWMAN, Term VIII. STUCK IN THE -SNOW One day last week as we were going home from school on the Jerome car, we got stuck in a snowdrift about three miles on this side of Holsopple. The wind was howling around the car and the snow was sifting in every crack and crevice. After we had tried several times to get through, the motorman gave it up as a bad job. Then a group of boys and I decided to walk home. We went by the road be- cause it was better walking. The snow piled up on both sides and kept the wind from striking us. Before we got halfway home, we saw the car go lickety-split down the track, and we got home a half hour after the rest, cold and grouchy. STROHL CASSLER, Term VI. From my window I could see one corner of a meadow. An old log fence covered with trailing pine was partly hidden by tall green meadow grass which was waving gently back and forth in the wind. A small bird had lighted on one of the tall grass blades. It hovered for a minute. There was a Hash of red, a whirr of wings. It had gone. MARY PHILIPS YOUNG. .i1- NAN One pitch-black night Bill and I were walking along the tar road which led into the camp. Taps having blown some time before, every- thing was in stillness and nothing at all could be heard. Oh, boy, I wish we'd a stayed at camp, then we'd a got some of that ice cream that was left over. The movies wasn't worth walk- ing this far, anyway, I groaned. . ' Csixty livej