Gowanda Central School - Valley Bugle Yearbook (Gowanda, NY)

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THE VALLEY BUGLE ANNUAL 3l Oh, I like that, don't you? Well, good-bye. Meanwhile Pete was anxious and nervous. Aw Virginya! Did y' tell 'er not t' come? I mean-Heck I mean--maybe she ain't isn't comin'. I'll call 'er up ! ' But Mary wasn't home and she hadn't started for Peter's house. The following morning Mary walked on the other side of the street and she -didn't an- swer Peter when he spoke. But Peter was still neighborly. In fact he had an idea! He went straight across the street and knocked on the door. Is-is your girl-your daughter-I-I-mean is she going to school this morning? Why, yes! Come on in. She was going alone but I know she'll be glad to go with you. - Louise! - Where do you live ? 'f 'Cross the street. Gee don't you like Louise-I mean, don't you think Louise is a prettier name than Mary ? Why, yes. I always thought so. Peter found Louise a very nice companion. In fact, Louise and Peter were going to sit on Louise's steps and listen to the park concert that evening. Louise said she wanted to know more of the boys and girls if they were all like Peter. Peter was humming and keeping time with the park band and Louise was close beside him. Peter thought Louise's eyes had more of a sparkle than Mary's, and her voice was softer, and her manner was gentler. She lived nearer, too, and she didn't say P e t e r. Petie, do you know these kids coming up the street? I mean this girl and fellow? Me? Oh, yes! That's Mary Donner and Donald. We call 'im Skin. They're both good sports, all right. Louise loked at Petie. Peter called to Mary and Skin. Hello, Miss Donner! Hello, Peter. Say, Skin, y' goin' over to the park? Yep! Wanta come? Sure. During the concert the injured intimacy of Mary and Peter was not mentioned. How- ever, after the girls had been returned to their homes, the boys came back to life. gay, Pete, have y' got your poetry thunk? Y' know t'morrer's Fridayf' .. eps, VVhat'd you poet about? T'aint cuz why, I bet. Nope-Mary uset' be my gurl. But don' aluz rely on friends. Skin went and spilt it all, And now wez just 'cuz whens. But Louise, she lives across the way. She just moved in the other day. And Mary, I'm glad Skin took 'er. She's not half so good since I shook 'er. Louise's got a better dress. Mary seems to look like a mess. And her face ain't half so-. Hey, leggo my neck ! Well, then, promise to leave 'er alone! e Alright 'But-- Pe-t-e-r! It's time to come in! Comin'. As he started for home he broke the promise secretly. Yeh-but Louise is nicer-and- and her mother said---Heck! Anywayz, I hadda have sumpthun' to give the teacher t'morrer. MARION BARR

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30 THE VALLEY BUGLE ANNUAL 'Cuz why, what's 'cuz why? Oh, y' know I went back to grab the letter. Y' didn't take Jinney's letter did y', Pete? Oh yeah, but I gave :it back. What for ? 'Cuz she'd a told Pa, -Sa-ay y' know a new family moved in across from us today? Yeh? Any boys? Dunno, but a squallin' kid wuz there and a kinda' nice girl came and took it in. She had on a pink - Gee Ruzalem! Wonder what Mary'll wear t'nite. No! Well, she had on a pink dress and, say! I'll ast ma if she'll cook it for y'. See ya' in the momin'. Say, Pete. Yeh. Got your poetry all thunk? Nope, have you ? Yep-The bass is in the water still. The trees is on the bank, The pies is in the- Say, Pete, did y' save that pie? Yeh, 'n gosh ! Your thing's swell. Betcha Ill be able to write a better one after Mary goesf. Never mind. It's just 'cuz when after 'cuz who eats 'cuz why's cuz when I'm gonna be able to write 'cuz why! Yeh ! Yeh, say, Skin, there's Sis sittin' on the hammock a readin' a letter. Gee! If I wuz s'much in l-ove I'd knock Mary - 'cuz why I'-d not let a pie burn - Aw, heck. S'long. S'long, Pete. As Skin went toward his rooms, which his brother provided, he again reflected. Mary,-'cuz-why-, fish he'd caught himself, Supper, apple pie! Yep! That's it! Mary Donner's gonna be there t'eat t'nite. Golly ! Here she comes now. 'Evenin', Mary. Hello, Skin. Been fishing again? Yep, And did Peter catch anything? Sure. Then Peter was with you? Yeh and he said he hoped the pie would'n' burn an' maybe he'd be able to write poetry 'cuz why, and that you wuz eaten' with him t'nite and, and-. Peter said what ? And he wondered if your dress'd be pink like the dress the nice girl that just moved in across the street had on-and, and, if he wuz as much in love as jinney he'd knock you fer- Skin-stop! Did Peter say that? in Sure! VVhat's the matter? CGOsh, guess it's spilt now alrightjf' Oh, nothing much, I was going-Say, Skin, what are you doing tonite? Oh, I was goin' over to Pete's, but I'm not gonna butt in on you two. Guess I'll see the show. Oh, Skinney! I'd love to see that! Gee, Mary. It's all right. Peter needn't expect me and I have the money here. Sure, I'l1 call at seven. That's fine, Skin. Say, Skin, your name's Donald, isn't it? l6Yep.!! xx H If H u is U H KI tt H ' 951, . , at T A K , at

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32 THE VALLEY BUGLE ANNUAL Class History Tonight as I sit here all alone, a, feeling comes stealing and creeping-a feeling of long- ing for the past. Here in the flickering firelight under the spell of fading twilight, I slowly rock myself into that past-that past when we, the Juniors, were happy-go-lucky freshmen and foolish sophomores. Those pleasant memories haunt me and make me wish for those days when I was a member of the FRESHMAN CLASS True we were fun-loving and were always doing the wrong thing. We thought we were pretty big. Why, just think, we were in high school now. Beware, Seniors, don't try to tell us anything. VVe know all you know and much more. I remember the first Freshman meeting. I can still see that notice on the study hall blackboard. Fresh Meet, 3:35, History Room, Very Imp. - I see a dumb Freshman gazing stupidly at the notice, then swaggering up to me in his self-important manner, pound me on the back and retort, Ha, that's a good one. I suppose some Senior wrote that one. Imagine selling fresh meat fin the history room at the hour of 3:35 and calling it important. And they even go so far as to write meat, meet. I hope I never get that dumb. However we managed to find out what the notice meant and experienced our first very informal Freshman Meet. Rushing and pushing, we surged into the history room. When we emerged from the smoldering ruins of the abused history room, the class officers were elected as follows: FRESHMAN OFFICERS President .................................... Helen Fmnkhn Vice-President ................................................-..... Secretary .........,,,.. .......... L onraine Glair Treasurer .................................... Arthur Forness - Class Mother .................................. M iss Winner The year passed along swiftly. We grew and grew-that is, our heads grew-until it became a general worry as to what was to be done f'or more room in the building for the Freshman Class. June and examinations, and now I see myself a member of the: I SOPHOMORE CLASS Our heads had now somewhat diminished in size. VVe received just a faint indica- tion that we didn't know so much after all. We began to look upon the Senior with just a little more respect. Then we made our fatal mistake. We began to ask the Seniors foolish questions and they had the laugh on us. But we continued to wander aimlessly about and found just a little more time to spend more seconds-on our studies. A Soph meeting was called with the following results: SOPHOMORE OFFICERS PfCS1dCHt ,,....,............................... Lorrazne Glaw Vice President ............................ Lloyd Sherman Secretary ,........... ............... A rthm' Forness Treasurer .................... . ............ Elizabeth SChlwCk Class Adviser .................................... MV. Wilhef We managed to pull through the examinations and now we are members of the junior Class. The first meeting was called and resulted: ' JUNIOR OFFICERS President.. .................................... H elen Franklin Vice President ............................ Chester Chfmel Secretary ................ ........ 1 , ..... Allegra Law Treasurer ................................... ...loirdine Glair. Class Mother ........................ M ws Swartzenberg And now I open my misty eyes and concentrate -upon the present. We have passed that stage where we think we know it all. Now we wonder if we know quite enough to ever become a Senior. We toil and labor for the unknown future. ' It seems- shaky, yet we are determined, and we are sure that when next September rolls, around ,we c are going to be members of the.g SENIOR CLASS L