Cochran Junior High School - Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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COCHRAN AERIAL a11 eighth of an inch hole in the head and the tail of the dogs to keep it together. To make the dog wobble we had to drill the hole away from the center of the wheels, then put a string around his or her neck pull. This makes the dog wobble. The material cost twenty cents. The fun CLYDE DAVIS, Term VI. ...l.01.i ANOTHER VICTORY John, where are you going? demanded Mrs. Craig. Aw, just out to see the gang. You're not going out this evening. You've been out every eve- ning this week. Well, what do you think I am, a little kid? Well, I don't think you're a man, at any rate. 'Tm fifteen, said John proudly. That makes no difference. You're not going out. Oh, Mom, I just have to go. V Go where? To a Boy Scout meeting. Look out now, young man, don't you lie to me. The Boy Scout meeting was last night. J Oh, I forgot. You tell me the real reason why you want to go out and don't make up any lies about it. Well, it's this way, Mom. Our secret club, 'The Dirty Dozen,' is having a meeting to-night. Just then a cry was heard from outside. Hey, John! Well, you may go this time, said Mrs. Craig. John ran out the door as fast as his legs could carry him, before HELEN GLESSNER, CADDIE COSTLOW. .,0.11.. DESCRIPTION OF A BALLET DANCER The ballet dancer looks like a Huffy tarlatan doll. Her costume is pale pink, yards and yards of material gathered together to form a skirt, with silk roses decorating it here and there, and a large rose on the shoulder. Her hair is like gold, curled into ringlets with a tiny sparkling band fastened to it. Her stockings are pink silk and her dainty slippers are of pink satin, tied with ribbons. Her skirt, at the side, is fastened to her wrists by ribbons so that when she holds her hands straight out or up from her side, it gives the effect of a large pink fan standing upside-down. When she goes to go off the stage, she stands on her toes, and throwing a kiss to the audience, she disap- RUTI-I MILLER, Term VIII. .... .-Oi..l. TOMMY It was the day before Christmas and Tommy, with a bundle of papers under one arm and his hand shading his eyes, stood in front of a large department store gazing at a sled. He was almost hidden by a large overcoat which must once have been his father's. His trousers were torn at the bottom and splashed with mud. He had a large brown cap pulled down over the side of his face. Tommy was not selling his papers very fast that week. Someone had forgotten him. HELEN SANNER, Term VIII. making them was worth the money. his mother could change her mind. pears behind the curtain. Cseventyl

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COCHRAN AERIAL and ask our parents for some money to get some lumber. After we had the lumber, we decided that John could saw the boards and we would nail them together. I went over to the house and got a bucket of old rusty nails which were hard to drive in the boards. When we had all the boards nailed on I went and got some tar paper and nailed it over the roof so that the rain would not come in. We got some old glass from our cellar and used that for Windows. CLYDE BURKE. l,lol..1 MAKING A RAFT One fine day last summer I decided, with the help of my friend, Russell Mills, to build a raft. The Hrst thing we did was to walk up the creek to our old swimming hole. When we got there I started off through the woods in search of some wood with which to build the raft. I hunted until I found eight logs, about eight feet in length and five inches in diameter. I carried two of the logs back to the creek and my chum and I made two more trips after the remaining six logs. When this was done, we laid them in a row and nailed them securely with four other boards. That much of the task completed, I set off again to look for a long, slender, but strong stick. I soon found it and I returned with it to the raft. DIXON LEES. 1 TRAPPING RED SQUIRRELS Last summer my uncle's orchard in Maryland swarmed with red squirrels. They clipped apples off at the stem, causing them to fall to the ground. In one day they could make a heavy laden tree look bare. A rabbit trap that worked automatically was placed under the porch. Although it was not the season for nuts, we used chestnuts which we had stored away as bait for the squirrels. Every ten min- utes a squirrel was trapped. I had Five in a cage and as I was putting another one in, the five that were captured escaped. They jumped all over me and skirmished towards the woods. Although I had trapped nearly a dozen, I could only save six from escaping. I was going to bring them home with me, but the hired man let them out. ' ROBERT ANDERSON. . 0i-..- - LOADING BRICKS One of those very hot days last August, I was down at Bolivar visiting 1ny brother. He had been building a home at that time and the bricks for it had just come in from Ohio by railroad. Seeing that he was short of men, I said I would try to help a little. I put on some old clothes, hopped on the truck with the rest, and started for the station. My job was to throw the bricks to a man on the truck, and he would pile them up. After I had helped to load about three truck loads, I thought I should never be able to stand straight again. We quit at four o'clock but I did not work during the rest of my week's visit. ISADORE KLINE. .ii0.i.i THE WOBBLE DOG In toy making last term the class made wobble dogs. Mr. Mc- Gahan laid out the pattern and told us to divide into groups so each one would have his own task to do. This dog consisted of five pieces, head, body, tail, axle, wheels. After all the pieces were cut on the band saw, we had to drill an eighth of an inch hole in the wheels so as not to split them when putting in the screws. We also had to drill Csixty ninej

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COCHRAN AERIAL IN A FORD We'll see you in an hour and a half at Bedford Springsf' and Ruth hung up the telephone receiver. We rushed out to the Ford, climbed in and were off, reaching Jenners in twenty minutes. just before coming into Buckstown, looking straight ahead is a piece of road known as the seven-mile stretch. To the right of the road can be seen bits of country life, a white farm house with red geraniums in the porch boxes, while close by a modern barn with a few horses standing around impatiently stamping their feet. A little farther on a field of grain is swaying in the breeze. Then Buckstowng a village, store, and garage combined, a church and a few houses. At the gate of a well kept, prim house appears the usual sign, Rooms for Tourists, Beyond the town are scattered farm houses. Leaving these in the background, we began to ascend the moun- tain on a narrow, dusty, winding road. Let's stop and get something to eat, said Ruth. For we had reached the top of the mountain and to our left was an ice cream stand. The smell of hot dogs made our mouths water, for we had eaten nothing since early morning. Many people were standing around eating ice cream cones and drinking pop. Stopping was out of the question, so stepping on the gas harder than ever we turned the curve and were going down the other side of the mountain when a look of fright came over Ruth's face. Harder and harder she pressed on the brake, then the reverse, but no result. Dark figures and objects seem- ed to Hy past us, while here and there we could see patches of light through the trees. Finally we found the cause of all our troubles to be a broken floor board which I adjusted. Point Lookout -there before us was a magnificent view, one which is indeed rare, for there in the valley we saw the land of seven counties. Some land was green, the deep green of the forest. Others were brown, denoting fields of grain. Still going down the mountain, the next place of interest was the Old Shot Factory, although now it had all the appearance of a modern summer home with its wicker porch furniture and gay cre- tonne covers, its white pillars and velvet lawn with its splendid swim- ming pool at one end. Could it be that this was the Old Shot Fac- tory where in bygone days the stage coaches stopped to change their horses and pause on their journey? From here we continued our journey down the mountain and finally came to Schellsburg, a quaint old town of one street, with trees on both sides forming an archway overhead. Our journey from now on was on level land and just as my watch showed that we had been on our way the given time, we came upon Bedford. just ten minutes later we arrived at the springs. At that we are only ten minutes behind schedule, said Ruth as we climbed out of the Ford. TI-IORA PROCTOR. TREED The third day at camp May and I were chosen to go for milk to a farm house two miles and a half away. At five o'clock the next morn- i11g, two hours liefore the rest of the camp arose, we started out. Day- break was just behind the eastern hills. A light mist wrapped itself about the silent current of the river. Here and there, along the watei-'s edge, tall oak trees seemed floating in the air, trunks cut off by the drifting mist. The birds were twittering and singing in the great maples along the way. The dew sparkled on leaf and bush, the cool Cseventy onej