Farrell High School - Reflector Yearbook (Farrell, PA)

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The School Insignia Heretofore, the different classes graduating from the high school had never thought of the idea of having a school insignia instead of finding a new design each year for the annual cover and the class ring. This idea was launched before the senior ring committee early in the year, and was favorably commented upon by these members! Finally, it was decided to work out an insignia for the school; members of the alumni and each class in the high school were called to voice their feelings towards this plan. It seemed that every one was in favor of it. After having had several meetings during which time one insignia was finally accepted, the class of ’26 decided to have this insignia on the class rings. Later it was carried over into the annual work and was found to be very nice. It was also proposed to have this insignia on the diplomas; it is very probable that this will be so. There are few high schools throughout the country having school insignias. All those having seen the insignia, commented favorably upon it. This insignia saves the class a great deal of trouble which comes in the selection of class rings and a cover for the annual. We, the Class of '26, sincerely hope that this insignia will remain as a permanent part of our high school. H. '26. 28

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if9 REFL4§ECTOR2f6 Corrections of 1926 Before the class of 1926 bows its final adieu—and with its hats already in its hands—it feels that it must take pains to correct several seeming misapprehensions which have somehow crept undejected into the text books from which it has studied with such, on the whole, surprisingly glorious results. As Socrates says, truth is to be desired even more than reputation. So, with all due respect to the books and their writers, and to our professors who have professed from them, we needs must unsheath Excalibur and fight for the truth. Long ago, when we were young and gullible freshies, the man who wrote the history book poured into our heedful ears a statement which we have since found to be exaggerated, to say the least. At that time, our respect for our dear teachers caused us to accept without comment this statement that the racial population of the world was so proportioned that every third child was Chinese. But we doubted. We began investigations. We have analyzed a fair percentage of the families not only in this city but in Wheatland and we have found that every third child was not only not Chinese, but even every sixth, ninth and twelfth child was decidely American, even to the fourth generation. There were, however, several instances in which we could not be quite certain. In these cases, with Miss Cooley carefully noting down all results, we carried out the following experiment. We sang in chorus several well known Chinese lullabys and held our eyes aslant while Miss Cooley dangled a Chinese laundry check in front of the infant in question. The child invariably took the check and swallowed it—so that we cannot ascertain the final results just at present. But in every case, the parents of the doubtful children showed not only unfriendly, but decidedly hostile attitudes towards the researches of science. When we requested them to notify us immediately in case they noticed any Chinese characteristics developing in their children, with one accord they were scornfully rebukeful. Yet, all in all, without being disloyal to our dear teachers, when it comes to a question of every third baby's being Chinese, we prefer to believe the baby. And that’s only one thing. Immediately there leaps to my mind a most unjust and unworthy slander which our infant lips were taught to repeat after the ancient Latins. They say Virgil said it. But we've often doubted it. The ancient and royal Irish race has been maligned in a manner which must not go unanswered. As everyone knows, the Irish are a mild and peace loving nation, desiring nothing so much as tranquil philisophic meditation. Of course, it’s true that most of the prize fighters, traffic cops, admirals, generals, firemen, and politicians are of Celtic descent. Yet this fact can hardly justify Virgil in referring (if refer he did) to a constellation as “stormy O'Rion, rising from the deep.” Then there’s another matter about which we are deeply grieved. We’ve loved our teachers and we’ve trusted them. And they’ve allowed us to stand at the door of our future lives with a fallacy firmly implanted in our minds which might have cost us time and money, tears and heart-aches, if we had not Continued on page qj 27

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i|9 REFLj@ECTOR46 Philanthropies of 1926 Three students enter and take places at table. Look anxiously around with signs of impatience. 1st Student: “I wonder where -.” (Enter Chairman breathless. Shows suppressed excitement. Pulls paper out of pocket and looks at it now and then.) Ch: “See here, fellows. This committee has met for the purpose of de- ciding what to do with the SI 7.16 left in the treasury- is that right?” Others: “Sure—Of Course—You ought to know.” Ch: “Well a much bigger job than that has suddenly descended upon us. A mysterious note in the hall has just been found indicating that some unknown millionaire is going to give the Class of ’26 a million dollars to be spent in the interests of—.” Others: “Oh!—A million?—Do you mean it?” Ch: “Now it is our place as Committee on Cruised Funds to decide how this money' is to be spent. I shall be glad to hear from you at once on the matter. Bob, you always have ideas about spending money. What would you suggest?” Bob: (Rises very solemnly) “Mr. Chairman and Fellow Committeemen. This unexpected fund seems most opportune. For some time 1 have been cherishing a dream—a very dear dream. And now, it seems, the cash is at hand to realize it—to make the name of the Class of ’26 sound forever in the halls of the old school surrounded with terms of praise, to make us remembered as the class who did more for coming generations of high school students than any other. My' plan, to be brief, is this: I wish to establish a fountain in the front hall. A cool, ever-flowing fountain where faculty and students may stop and slake their thirst whenever the fancy seizes them. A fountain about which coming generations may gather to praise the name of ’26. Where unborn students shall quaff double chocolates and cherry sodas. In short, fellows, I suggest the appropriation of a sufficient sum of this money to maintain a Permanent Free Soda Fountain in the front hall.” (Cheers). Ch: “That idea seems most sensible and shall go down on the minutes of the meeting. For one thing, his establishment of a Soda Trust Fund would save no end of time for thirsty students. I myself had an idea on the way to this meeting, which I noted on my cuff, for consideration. You know how long and hot and dry the period before lunch always has seemed to us? Well, why not save the high school students of the future from this curse by establishing a Fund for Starving Students. This could provide for sandwiches and chocolate milk shakes to be served in all the class rooms at 11:15, and could operate in connection with Bob’s fountain. I think $100,000 left at 2% interest would insure this plan's permanency and bear everlasting glory to the Class of ’26.” Others: “Good—Yea!.........Put that in the program!” Leo: (Rising). “Mr. Chairman, before we spend any more of this money I’d like to mention an idea I've been thinking over. I had intended myself, as soon as I’d made my first million, to donate to the school a sum of $200,000 to establish a zoological garden outside the west entrance for the benefit of botany and zoology students and for the entire student body and faculty as well. Think of the rare privilege of watching such little animals as the zebra and Continued on page QJ 29