Cochran Junior High School - Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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I I LITER RY I I WHO ISAIT? In the morning she is always the first one up, and I know she is often more tired than any of us. She first sees that everything is right before calling us from bed. We always come down stairs to a hot breakfast and then start off to school. She always sees that we have everything for our school work, and sometimes when we are half Way out the door, she calls us back to get a handkerchief or something else we may have forgotten. After everybody is gone she starts with the cleaning. ln the hottest days of the year every- thing must be cleaned, and thoroughly. She Works the whole day long, running from the room she is cleaning to the kitchen to see how the dinner is cooking, and then back again. At noon she al- ways listens to our troubles and good news as we call it. She always has some consoling answer that somehow makes us feel good. At noon there is a steaming hot dinner waiting for us. Then we must have something Warm to drink before going back to school. We never wash any breakfast or dinner dishes but sometimes help with the supper ones. No wonder her hands are not as beautiful as they would otherwise be. After we go she does perhaps the ironing or darning and sometimes sewing. When someone comes to tell her his troubles she is always a sympathetic listener. She works hard, I know, but she always greets us with a smile, when we re- turn from school. I hardly remember the day that We came home and didn't find her waiting for us. Supper was overseen just like dinner and after everything is cleaned up again she would help us with our nightwork, first giving Amy spelling words for her test the next day, then hearing Carolyn recite her eight-time tables, and listening to a poem I have to learn for the next day. At-nine o'clock Amy and Carolyn must go to bed, and she al- ways sees to it that they are tucked in properly. After that she comes down to darn some stockings, sew a few buttons on or do some other task that could not be done during the day. After everyone is asleep she is often awake, trying, trying to make things better for us. This is my mother. THE RUNAWAYS I As he walked out of the house, Jim wiped his tear-stained face and mumbled, I don't careg they don't treat me fair. I won't

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JUNIOR ORCHESTRA

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HARMONICA BAND JUNE 1927