East High School - Orient Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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Preface This annual is the outcome of the precedent which was established by the class of June. '04. and which the succeeding Senior class somewhat modified by combining with the Clarion. It is intended simply as a pen and picture memorial of June, '06, together with a record of other school activities. Arrangements for this issue were only concluded at a late date, and the Annual is not what more time might have made it. So following the usual custom of such publi- cations. we also have any apology. May future classes have no need of one! Nevertheless, here it is and we hope that it will preserve only pleasant memories of our class.

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A Corner in Bugs TT Only death can obliterate the memorable date, 1920. from the minds of those who were so unfortunate as to be alive during that year. Its terrors will ever darken the pages of twentieth century history. Spontaneously, on the thirtieth of June organized bands of potato bugs descended upon the eastern states of the great republic of America, and began a campaign of unparalleled devastation and universal occupation. Abject terror seized every home which had not already been occupied by these ravishing hordes. Traffic of every sort was paralized. Electric cars were forced to a stand- still after hundreds of futile attempts to operate them, automobiles slipped over the gore of crushed beetles only to come to a sudden stop and people scarcely made their passage through the streets of the cities on the backs of potato bugs that cracked and collapsed under the unusual weight. Millions of these beetles were killed and millions of others took their places. Where they came from or when they intended to leave were questions of dispute and speculation. But the fact remained that they were everywhere. They infested men’s jxxrkets and ladies’ hats. One might awake in the night and discover several potato bugs on an expedition of exploration in his mouth or ear. The fields were devastated and famine threatened the people. Unsuccessful attempts were made to exterminate these fearful pests, and fabulous rewards offered to the fortunate man who should devise a practical method. The usually quiet village of Chugs was likewise disturbed and excited by the beetles. The scene in this place was a repeti- tion of that in other districts. Probably the only serene persons in the vicinity were Professor Charles Quack and Mr. James Harry. The one was a gentleman whose hands or brains had never earned a red cent but provi- dentially his respected sire had thrust a fortune upon him at his decease, while incessant dabbling with chemicals and repeated unsuccessful experi- ments had caused the unearned title of “Professor” to be prefixed to his already significant surname. The other lived mainly at the expense of his friend and various jobs of all sorts and descriptions which lie found irregu- larly during summer and winter gave him the fitting nickname of ‘‘Odd Job” Harry. The only resemblance the two curious characters possessed was that both allowed their imaginations to soar heavenward. Whether it was a movable hen roost or a noiseless nut meg greater whose excellencies the “Professor” was preparing to reveal to the gullible public was of little moment to James. He sat almost daily amidst the din and smell of the laboratory with a pipe in his mouth and a satisfied smile on his face. Prob- ably the reason Mr. Quack had adopted “Odd Job” Harry was because the latter proved such an attentive listener and flattering approver of his flighty notions and probably why this adoption satisfied James Harry was that it improved him financially and enabled him to indulge in tobacco and idleness more than before. For several days past, wild schemes for the extermination of the potato bugs had flooded the brain of Mr. Quack. The night of liberation arrived in due course and. as usual. “Odd Job” Harry was the receptacle of his ideas. The “Professor” opened the conversation. “James. I have been considering this question of the extinction of the