Herkimer High School - Ye Green Quill Yearbook (Herkimer, NY)

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THE GREEN QUILL 23 Somehow, Patsy never clearly understood how, her story crept out and the Lady and the Man soon knew all about the Home and Mrs. Lana. After the meal which was quite the nicest Patsy had ever enjoyed, she was told she might go into the other room and look at some books. When she lhad gone, the young man turned to his mother. Well, Mater, he said, I couldn't help it. She looked so tiny and help- less. Why she's just skin and bone and eyes. I just grabbed her up and raced her in here to dinner before she starved or something. You were a brick not to say anything. Oh, Dan, his mother answered. She struck me the same way. Little Telly wouldn't have been so very much older if s'he had lived. I've always wanted a little girl. She seems-er- ah-quite nice. A long pause followed this statement. After a time the young man looked at his mother and began to laugh heartily for he knew that Patsy had found a home. That night when Patsy had crawled in be- tween the sheets of the little white bed and the Lady had kissed her good night and Uhe young Man had called a laughing good-night from downstairs, she thought to herself, Squirming- eels! but it's great to be ill bed in your own home. -H. Harris '26. MY FAVORITE PICTURE In a lady's bedroom is a portrait of our Lord. The picture which was painted by the famous Austrian artist, Gabriel Max, about 1850 or 1880 is valued at two thousand five hundred dollars. It is not my favorite picture because of the value or the popularity of the-artist nor be- cause I am particularly religious: it is the fas- cination of Our Lord's Eyes. Two hundred colors were used to bring about the marvelous effect and it is one of the artist's most noted works. I stood gazing intently at it as held by a charm wlhen to my surprise the eyes flew open wide and held me spell bound. I pulled myself out of the stupor and shut my eyes tight. Then I opened them again to see if it were really so. There He was, looking at me so gently, so pa- tiently. Why was I frightened? The lady came in and saw me. She said, Did you see the eyes open? I answered that I did but could not believe it was true. She explained that it was painted in such a way that when one is a few feet away the eyes are closed but upon closer observation it is discovered that the eyes open wide. Everytime I go to the lady's room I must glance at the picture either drawn by my interest or because the portrait looks so living, real, and true. --Ida Kosinski '28. BUFFALOED It wasrtlhe first day of December and the little village of Cederville was a bustle of excitement. In the Perkins' household Silas Adolph Perkins more commonly known as Uncle Si, was pre- paring for a trip to Florida. Everyone was ready with helpful suggestions, but Uncle Si being a man of fifty-seven sum- mers and winters, was well able to control himself without his neighbors' suggestions. The day was a long and dreary one for Si, but he stood the test and the evening found him ready for his trip. After a long and sleepless night, Uncle Si arose early for breakfast and at eight o'clock his sleigh was at the station waiting for the nine thirty-live, a local which was to take him to New York. Cederville turned out in strong numbers to give Si a rousing send-off and the milking 'hour was delayed in honor of the occasion. The nine thirty-five blew at ten o'clock and Uncle Si, with his carpet bag and new over- coat, climbed aboard. Cederville was soon out of sight. The next morning the train pulled up at the Grand Central Station of New York and Uncle Si took his bag upon which was plainly painted his initials S. A. P., and getting off his train, he strode into the station to await his next train. He waited about twenty minutes, then took a train for Richmond. He rode a day and a night on this train and when he reached Ricl' mond the went immediately to the Everglades Hotel and slept all day. By the next day, he was rested and he checked out of the hotel and took a flier for Tampa Bay. When he reached his destination, he went to another thotel to eat. He had no place for his overcoat so he left it in the lobby. When he returned from his dinner, he found eight men clad in white knickers and blue coats guarding his overcoat. He picked his way through their midst and rescued his overcoat and was about to escape when one of the men grabbed him and dragged him out to his car. He then pro- ceeded to show Uncle Si his real estate bar- gains. Do you want to buy an orange grove or a site of snug cottages in these hills? he asked. Uncle Si replied that he never did like

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22 THE GREEN QUILL Walsh, Frances ...... Walthart, Edward .... Post Graduate H. H. S. Utica Business School Post Graduate H. H. S. Willoughby, Madge .... Utica Businss -School Post Graduate H. H. S. Cornell University Rensselaer Polytechnic Weiss, Henry ...... . .. White, John' .... ..... Wood, Ada .......... Youngs, Gorton .......... FAREWELL HIGH SCHOOL Dearest old school of the valley, Our hearts now turn toward you, For you were our guidon of youth And to you we will ever lbe true. In your walls staunch and upstanding, Corridors, -spacious and high We learned to be true and obedient. Oh, we leave you all with a sigh. We'll miss the comrades and friends, The sports we are leaving behind The lessons from which we once turned, And the teachers so patient and kind. We soon must leave you forever, .No more your students to be, 'Sadly we turn from your portals From you forever to be. -F. Kimm '26, SENIORS Seniors are, as everybody knows, Students whose names are highest on the rollsg Soon they leave us, they go so fast They soon become a thing of the past. A worried look is on their brow, A frown between their eyes, But oh! my friend, they have a gift so precious That all the money in the world, couldn't buy! As soon as they leave us they start out Upon their adventures bold, Some falling by the wayside while stronger Ones reacrh their goal. Some Iind glory in power, Others flnd glory in fame. We put our best hope in our senior friends And hope none will come to shame. -Marjory Myers '28. PATSY Patsey dropped wearily down upon a friendly stump near the roadside. She let the bundle, tied up in a small gingham apron, fall to her side. She was very tired. Running away was harder than slhe thought it would be, especially with these old sandals on, her feet were all blisters, and hungry! Squirming-eels, how hun- gry she was. Well she'd rather go hungry all 'her life than go back to Mrs. Dana's. Patsy was both fatherless and motherless. Her parents had died when she was very young and Patsy had been taken to the Home. From the Home, Mrs. Thomas Lana had taken her to lhelp around the house and run errands for Mx. Thomas Lana, who never did anything when someone else could do it just as well. Patsy, then, was kept pretty lbusy. for helping Mrs. Thomas Lana meant that she must get up and get breakfast, wash the dishes, dust, sweep, make beds ,run on errands besides take all tine blame for every thing that went wrong. After three months of this, Patsy decided to leave without notice. She was only a child of eleven and she loved to play as other children played. Patsy rested a short time on the stump and then picking up the bundle which contained her personal goods, she trudged slowly on. The awful feeling to her stomach seemed to grow with every step. Around the bend of the road, Patsy caught sight of a low white farmhouse. It looked very restful to the tired child. She wished she were going to stop there. It looked as if it needed a little girl. When she readhed the white gate, Patsy lingered and leaned against the large tree standing near the path. While she stood thus gazing at the little farm- house, the door opened and a tall young man walked slowly down tlhe path. What he saw when he reached the end of that path was a small pathetic looking figure standing on one foot and looking at him with large gray-green eyes. Well little one, he said in a kindly tone, what can I do for you? No-noUhing, answered Patsy, shifting to her other foot. ' , The tall young man suddenly stooped and picked the little waif up in his arms and started up the path to the house He flung the door open and called cherrily Well, mother I tfhink we have a guest for dinner, and he placed the wondering child upon her feet again. Imagine it! A lady of eleven being carried! Why ,did he think she was a baby? Patsy was interrupted in these indignant thoughts by the appearance of a lady dressed in a neat gray gown which seemed to set off her pure white hair to perfection. She asked no questions but led Patsy through an adjoining room to a dining room. There on the table was a steaming, hot dinner wlhich made Patsy's eyes fairly pop open. The lady sat down and .he young mar' placed Patsy in a chair before taking one himself, and the meal began.

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24 TI-IE GREEN QUILL oranges, so his salesman took him to the beach where his best bargains were located. Si had just began to realize that the family money was none to secure, when tthe man stop- ped the car and showed him a long piece of treeless soil, which he explained would be an ideal site for three or four modern cottages. Well drawled out Si, how much do yez want fer it? ' Why, said the salesman,, you're a pretty good friend of mine and I know I'll lose heavily by this, but I'll sell this plot of ground fo. seven thousand dollars. Seven thousand dollars! gasped SL Yes, replied the salesman, I know you'l think I'm Santa Claus but I need the mono and as I said you're an extraordinary friend of mine so I'm going to give you this plot eh .... er .well, we'll say for six thousand jungle ber- ries spot cash and l'll throw in tlhat boat ove. there with it. Si thought for a moment, then replied, Well, this is a cracker jack of a location I'll be dumswiggled if it isn't 'Yes, you said it, replied the salesman, I feel sorry I'm going to part with it but I need the money and eh .... er .... . Oh yes, replied Si, You have some eye for money but I'll write out the check right away. p The salesman however was watching the tide which threatened to rise before he had antici- pated, but he calmly took the check and drove back to the hotel where he left his buyer but not the six thousand dollars. After Si left the salesman, he wired to Cl derville and told his wife and brother to come immediately and fhelp lay the plans for the cot- tage. They were due in four days and Si was so happy he walked on air most of the time. The fourth day arrived and Si thought he would like to see his property before the family arrived. Early in the morning, !he went to the beach and went over his property solemnly then, he went to the station to welcome his family. ' They arrived on the ten thirty-seven and Si gloomily conducted them to the beac'h. He had not said a half dozen words before this but when he reached a certain spot he took the family to the edge of the water and solemnly got into a small, green boat. The family fol- lowed and, wlhen he had rowed for fifteen or twenty minutes, his wife said, Si we've had enough of rowing, now show us your property. Si stopped rowing and gazed at the water. Finally he said, lHere it is folks. The family looked amazed, but his brother managed to say, Si, I reckon yuv bin buffa- loed. You said it, answered Si. -R. Howe '30. LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF CLAS-S OF 1926 We. the Senior Class of the Herkimer High School of Herkimer in the County of Herkimer and State of New York, being of sound mind and memory, do make, publish, and declare this our last Will and Testament, in manner following that is to say: First-We direct that all our just debts be paid. 'Second-VVe direct that our personal prop- erty be distributed in the following manner. To Adelayde Songbird Goldsmith-although we know she doesn't chew gum we wish ro give her this stick of Beechnut to remind her of her school-days. To Charles Crill Barlow-this Sturdy comb so he will not be forced to borrow from his schoolmates. To Leona Orator Walrath-this curling iron which, with the help of a simple twis-t of the wrist, will make perfect the wave of her glor- ious hair. To Herbert Ezekiel Masten--this hoop so he will not lack amusement in the corridor during the noon hour. To -Lois Dolly Mead-this little book on how to smile so that she will not be heard all over the study hall when she makes an attempt. To William Risley Fenner-this padlock to remind him of his lost Locke. To Mary Klondike Locke-this pair of rub- ber heels so that her entrance into study hall will not cause such a great commotion. To William East-Herkimer Douque-this pair of stilts so that when he walks with Gladys, he will not feel so far beneath her. 'To Ruth Tilly Bachelder-this dictionary so that when she comes to words she cannot say, 'she can look them up. To James Simon Hane-this handkerchief because it has so many Dots. ' To Emma Honorary Erb-this two cent stamp to impress upon her mind the George Washington Club, To Lynn Desperate English-these smoked glasses so that the strong light in the corridor will not spoil the beauty of his eyes. To Anna Sokoloski Radaskewicz-this bank book, that she may be able to deposit in the Herkimer National Bank.