Edwin Vare Junior High School - Pilot Yearbook (Jackson, PA)

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BETTER LATE THAN NEVER WAS hurrying home from the movies at top speed in order to listen to my favorite radio program, uThe Lone Stranger Rides. I had but five minutes. Why were all the people running I wondered. It was soon revealed to me by a little boy, that a warehouse just around the corner was on fire. 1, like any normal person, followed the crowd. Never in all my life had I seen such a fire, but then it dawned upon me that I was in a hurry so I started for home. Wondering what time it was I glanced into a grocery store window and found ifI hurried I could still listen to the last half of the radio program. Just then. I started to cross the street and what did. I see coming toward me but an automo- bile. The next thing I knew I was lying in the street with a crowd around me and a woman asking me if I was hurt. I told her I was all right and once again started for home. Upon reaching our steps I sank down half dead with fatigue, my body refusing to move. Suddenly through the window I could hear the announcer 0f the Lone Stranger Rides program say, This is Archibald Finklestein saying good-night on behalf of the sponsors who bring of you the weekly adventures lThe Lone Stranger Ridesf MATTHEW GOODBODY, 9B1. ik I HAD TO RIDE WAS just entering the carnival grounds when I saw a large sign which said, HSee the Famous Child Rider. Underneath the sign was the picture of a girl with blond curly hair. After I paid my fare I walked in. I was just about to sit down when a man called me. tHe looked like the managerJ Twisting my handkerchief, I was trying to think what I had done wrong. He told me I had to ride. Ride! Ride what? I said. Youlre going to take Ali QuinineIs place, the famous Child rider. Hearing this, I nearly fainted. I was trying to think of an excuse. 'IShe has blond hair, I replied. Thatls all right, said the mana- ger, a little peroxide and a quick permanent will do. He took me to a large noisy room. People were busy putting make-up on. The manager called one of the finest ladies he had, and told her to fix me to look like Ali Quinine. She gave me a so-called fZIie 9M 12

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Rushing to the manager's office he soon had gathered. the east and stage workers. Ladies and gentlemen, you are gathered here now because I have the evidence I need to tell you who the murderer or mur- deress is. Going back a few years I have seen Mr. Richard Todd's face before. I saw him in the Justice of the Peacets house where I was spending a week-end. He was being married to a girl whom he thought he loved. Later as he came into show business in New York he found out the truth. Due to the fact the girl was also in show business she couldn,t have any scandal so she couldnlt sue for a divorce. Mr. Todd knew this and would not grant a divorce. Sorry to say the girl took one way out. She killed him. I guess youlre thinking how do I know it was a girl. I found a perfume bottle on the floor where they keep the guns. Also the only one who uses that perfume is Natalie Ritz. She is the murderess. She planned on marrying the propman whom she loved. That is why the propman would not tell us why he hated Richard Todd, but the propman is innocentu This was one more case that Eugene Westly solved. ALICE FOSCA, 9B3. OUR LANGUAGE 'IW'arejago lasnight? Hadda skate. Iatine the ice hard?U Yep hard nough. Howlate jastay? Pastate. Lemme know wenyagoin agen. You betcha.U HWell salong. Sztloxig.n TRANSLATION Where did you go last night? I had to skate. Did you find the ice hard? uYes, it was hard enough. How late did you stay? HPast eight? Let me know when you're going again. You bet I will. ltVVell, good-bye. 'tGoodihye. ANGELINA PILLA. 9B2. 11 ifte ffilfat

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quick permanent and took me before a large mirror. Then she got twenty bottles of peroxide and dyed my hair blond. With a complete costume I was ready to ride. I was placed on the horse. The manager announced me as mljhe Great Ali Quinine, the Famous Child Rider.H It came to me I didnlt know how to ride. But what was I going; to do now? The curtain was open and there I went, shaking like a leaf. I had to learn how to ride here and now I started to stand up and do tricks. Was I surprised when everyone started to clap and Cheer. When my act was finished the manager handed me a fifty-dollar check. I asked him what happened to The Child Rider? He told me that she made him work too hard so the horse kicked her off. Just then I heard shots and screams and woke up to find myself riding the end of the hedpost. VICTORIA PERRON, 9B6. wk ABNER MCCARTH Y HIS poor soul named Abner McCarthy went to Vare Junior High School. He was short, fat, and ugly. How the teachers hated him tyou could see this on his reportl. One day when the sun was shinning brightly, poor Abner got in trouble, as usual. To his misfortune instead of taking his own notebook he took the teachers roll book. The next day Abner was late for school, so the teacher had to mark it in her roll book, but where was it. The teacher threatened but no one seemed to have the book, except Abner, who could hardly think, he was so frightened. Where could he put it? In the basket? No, that was impossible. At last a thought came to his brainless head. He would put it in his shirt. The teacher said she would search everyone. Abner was stuck. He raised his hand, and his face was as pale as a ghost. Miss Brown, he said, I have a sore throat. May I go to the doctor? Yes, was the reply. Abner was soon out of the room, note- book and all. Down to the infirmary he went as fast as his legs could carry him. The doctor examined his throat, but couldnlt see anything the matter with him, so he examined his heart. Here was where the difficulty came in. Therels where Abner had the roll book. The doctor couldnlt hear the heartbeat, and thought 13 51k 918d hED CROSSMCTm