Cochran Junior High School - Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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COCI-IRAN AERIAL Dear me, let's call again. This time there was a response. I-Ie1lo! called a voice. Hello up there. I h Hell,o yourself, shouted Mary. Oh do, do come and drive away t is goat.' There was a hearty laugh, and then a man appeared. I h Well, well, my dears, how long have you been roosting up t ere? Get out, you rascal! This he said to the goat, who started for him with lowered head. Mr. Steele leaped to one side, and whacked the goat across the back witih a stick. fTlhe goat kept right on down the hill, evidently having ha enough o t at play. You can come down now, young ladies, said Mr. Steele, but I fzv1?uldn't come over into the pasture to play much. The goats don't i e strangers. ' We had nlo business to come over at ally we had been warned not to come over t is wa l. gh, indeedghzre ycqu from the Sunshine Camp up the road? es' said ary ooking at him curiously. Well, well, by the looks of those pails, which have been badly damaged by that ill-mannered Mr. Billy Goat, it strikes me that you will need someone to straighten them out. If you happen to be going to Mr. Caslon's farm, you can just hop in my wagon and come along. X ELEANOR LLOYD, Term VIII. i1O.i.. DESCRIPTION Standing in the doorway of a log cabin out in the green mountains, I could not help admiring a little ice-covered creek which wound in and out among the trees. Here and there was an open place from which the clear water bubbled up as if to get fresh air. Perched on the ice-rim at one of these little holes was a little red bird drgnkengs lO THE STOKER Standing beside the stoker I watched him fire the great boiler. The white glare from the roaring fire lighted up his face and gave a new tint to his faded blue shirt. The intense heat scorched the hand with which he shaded his eyes. The peak of his cap was wilted and droop- ed. Sweat broke out all over his Brey red face, forming into tiny streams and dropping from the end of his nose and chin to the Hoor. 0 MISCHIEF - Her yellow head did not quite reach the top of the table. She stood looking up at her mother with mischief shining in her big blue eyes, which matched the color of her rompers. She stood with her hands behind her back and a smile spread over both red cheeks. Now, Betty, what have you done? asked her mother. Looking around the room she saw an empty jam jar in one of the corners. i.-O...l... A CHANGE OF FRONT Two dollars and fifty cents for a gallon of sugar water! Well, I guess not! I can make it for nothing. Our home was quarantined with diphtheria and John was stay- ing in the country with his aunt. A row of sugar maples grew in front of the house and it seemed a cinch for a boy of ten to tap those trees. It never occurred to him Cseventy threej

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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

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COCHRAN AERIAL how much hard work was ahead. First he collected a number of pieces of wood about two feet long. This had meant many trips to the woodpile. Next he secured an auger, bored a hole in each tree and into each little hole placed a little hollowed piece of wood which pointed downward. From the roadway below the maples was an unpaved road. Here he gathered a large pile of small stones. These he placed at the foot of each tree and across them he placed two of the boards from the wood pile. He ransacked kitchen, cellar and pantry for buckets and large tin cans. He washed these at the kitchen sink, placed them on the board at the foot of the trees, and sat down to Wait for the flow of sweet water. Laughing about it now, he says he thought maple syrup came down in bucketfuls, not in a drop, drop of dirty water into the bucket. Hour after hour he sat there listening to the constant dripping. As it was nearing evening, he poured all the sticky, dirty looking water into a live-gallon can and carried it back into the house. He placed the cans and buckets under the spouts. Each time he wakened in the night he wondered whether or not his vessels were filled, and early in the morning he dashed down to the trees. Hurrah! each was nearly full. A chum helped carry the sugar water up to the house. All day they truclged from kitchen to cellar to trees, watching the drop, drop, drop of the sugar water with great care. After three days the five- gallon can was full of sweet water and it was placed on the stove. It boiled and boiled and boiled. John looked at Aunt Jane and back to the stove, wondering whether the sugar would ever be done. He went out to play, but every little while he must have a peep into the kettle. The day seemed very long. Aunt Jane laughed, say- ing, Have patience, ,lohng give it time. Sometime later, Aunt Jane poured a little in a saucer. It tasted all right, but it looked all wrong. Aunt Jane beat up the white of an egg, stirred it into the syrup, placed clean cheese-cloth over a pintujar and poured the liquid in. Four days of hard work for a ten-year-old boyg but it had paid, for he was allowed to take it to the front door of his home and proudly say, I made it myself for Betty. Two dollars and fifty cents is too much? Well, I guess not! 11,01-T CLIMBING THE HIGHEST PEAK OF THE SAN BERNARDINO RANGE, OLD BALDY Old Baldy is some fifty miles from where most of the party lived. We traveled by autos to the foot of the peak, the highest point that can be reached by auto. There are two methods of ascending Old Baldy -by riding a burro, or walking. We decided to hike upg there- fore we ate a lunch at Camp Baldy, then, seeing that our canteens were filled with fresh water, we started our climb at about one o'clock. Just after leaving the camp We traveled up a canyon, down which a stream of sparkling water is rushing. A score or more of cottages are located along this small stream, anyone of which looked like an ideal place to rest over a week-end. After leaving the canyon the ascent became steeper, calling on us to lessen our pace and conserve our energy for the harder part of the climb. We soon arrived at Bear Flat, a small level plot, and the only level place on the long climb to the top. Here, also, is a fine spring of Water, the source of the stream which attracted our attention at the start of the hike. After a rest and refilling our canteens, we again started our up- ward climb. The bright California sun shining down upon us began to tire us and our stops for a rest became frequent. We soon arrived at Cseventy fourj