Cochran Junior High School - Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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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

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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 breeze fanned our cheeks, while the bird chorus rose higher and higher. As we came out of the field to the road, we saw pastures on either hand, all fenced in with barbed wire. There were horses in one field and a herd of cows in the other. Beyond, sheep dotted a rocky bit of hillside, the thin, sweet baa-as of the lambs reached our ears. Long haired creatures they were, but the solemn old leader of the Hock stamped his feet at us as we crawled over the broad stone wall to get a better view of them. Somewhere on the other side of this stonewall there was a spring, but we were not to enter the goat pas- ture. We were a good distance from the wall when we heard a crash- ing in the bushes behind, which startled us. My, what's that? demanded Mary. Sounds like animals, I remarked. It's an old billy goat, sung out Mary, as the horned head of the herd came suddenly into view. We must run, Mary, I declared. The goat just then shook his head and charged. Mary was not far behind. Oh, there is a tree we can climb. I I can't climb a tree. All right, you stay down and play tag with Mr. Billy Goat. Me for the high and lofty! As I spoke, I sprang up and clutched a low limb of a widely branching cedar. ll b I'l1 never leave my pal! Mary declared, and jumped for another im . just in time, for the goat leaped up with his front feet against the trunk of the tree. My goodness me, gasped Mary. I-Ie's going to climb it. Goats are very sure footed, I flung back. But I didn't suppose they could climb trees. I The goat gave up that attempt, but he'd no idea, it seemed, of go- ing away. He paced around and around the cedar,. casting wicked glances at our dangling feet, and shaking his horns 1n a threatening way. D Don't you suppose he'll ever get tired? I questioned. He looks as though he could keep this up forever. What a sav- age-looking beast-such whiskers! , I wouldn't make fun of him, I advised timidlyg I believe he understands, and it makes him madder. Oh, see him! Mr. Goat suddenly banged against the tree, trying to shake us down. Oh, the foolish billy goat, screamed Mary. We're not ripe enough to drop off yet, but he thinks we are. You can laugh, I complained, but I don't think this is much fun. f 11 i'Let's shout, maybe someone will hear us, said Mary rather hope- u y. We raised our voices in unison, again and again. But there came no reply. A whole herd of nannies crashed through the bushes, and looked at us perched so high above them. l'Ba-a-a, ba-a-a. 1' lflfhe same to you, and many of them, replied Mary, bowing s ig t y. . Well nevecii get down unless someone comes to drive the beasts away,.'l moane . f gAnd I'l1 bet that no o11e ever comes over to this end of the farm or ays at a t1me.' b ll'That's it, keep ong make it just as bad as you can, I snapped ac . But we can't stay here all day. If you want you can just go and make a closer acquaintance with Mr. Billy Goat. Ugh! You came pretty near falling that time. Cseventy twoj