Jefferson Junior High School - Jeffersonian Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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The School Bank SCHOOL BANK This bank was opened in September 1923. It was made by the boys of the Cabinet shop, assisted bythe sheet met- al and commercial art departments. A 7th, an 8th, and a 9th grade teller is elected and receives the deposits from treasurers of the forty-eight home rooms. The 7th 8th and 9th grade groups vie with one another to see which group can have the greatest number of depositors each week. 71

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Our Silent Policeman SAFETY FIRST These warning signs were made by the Cabinet Shop boys and painted by the lads of the Commercial Art department. One is placed at each corner of the three floors. The above picture shows two colunms: a column on the left approach- ing the camela while the one on the right is passing away from the camera and is turning the corner. Congestion is avoided, accidents prevented, a better appearance secured. X 70

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s l mari ir ,e Ole S D' ,.,f lf' r ,M ' l i QQ W l t g .G - - v i XM The Winner Bob Hasting and Tom Brown were fifteen years of age and lived in May- ville, New York, a small village situated atbthe northern end of Lake Chau- tauqua. They were chums and wherever one was, the other was not far away. The two lads were strong and healthy and both ardent lovers of na- ture and the great outdoors in general. From Mayville they went on num- erous hikes and hunts into the surrounding hills which were thickly wooded and here and there dotted by small farms. At the time when this story oc- curs the chums had just begun their summer vacation. On a certain Monday morning in J une, Bob and Tom were returning from an errand when they were hailed by Mr. Green, the jolly proprietor of a large grocery store, and asked if they would like to take a spin in his motor boat which was for sale. The boys and the jovial merchant walked to the boat-house and when the other two were on board, Bob cast off the hawser and jumped lightly into the cockpit. Soon the trim little craft was heading out into the lake at a good speed. Isn't she a little beauty ? enthusiastically exclaimed Mr. Green from his position as helmsman at the wheel. She surely, is sir, replied Bob, how much are you asking for her? Five hundred dollars, said Mr. Green slowly, though her engine alone is worth that much and the hull is in good condition. Why, he con- tinued, would you like to buy her ? Yes, mused Bob, but I couldn't pay that much. The two boys then lapsed into silence, doubtless thinking how they could raise money enough to buy her. On the way back they took turns at the wheel and many times the oc- cupants of the little craft were drenched with spray as the sharp prow cut through the waves. At last the boat was run under cover and the boys started home. Naturally their conversation turned toward the motor-boat and how it could be purchased, but they could reach no conclusion. Friday morning when they planned a hunt for the morrow it was forgotten in antic- ipation of the coming event. 72 41 i