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

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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

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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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Friday night, when Tom returned from Jamestown with his father where his parent had been on business, he told Bob about the robbery there. The Jamestown National Bank had been robbed of fifty thousand dollars and five hundred dollars reward was offered for the capture of the thief who had blast- ed the vault open and escaped with the money. The thief was an escaped convict and pictures of him were posted in all the small towns. He was sup- posed to have been disguised as a salesman carrying his plunder in a suitcase but this was not proven. Saturday morning on their way out of town Bob and Tom examined a poster offering the reward and bearing the picture of the thief. I know what I would do with that reward, said Tom. So do I, said Bob, I'd buy Mr. Green's motor-boat. This was speed- ily forgotten however when they began searching through the thickets in quest of game. When noon time came the boys had bagged nothing except a rabbit and one grey squirrel. They sat eating their lunch on a bluff about ten feet high which sloped down to a small stream when, suddenly, the ground beneath them gave way, and they, jumping, fell into the concealed entrance to a cave. In a flash their glance took in the whole of the interior. In the corner stood a rude cot constructed of small boughs from a tree. Instantly they recognized the sleeping man upon it as the desperado who had robbed the bank. There also stood near-by a small leather bag not unlike a tool-kit and a smouldering fire built upon rocks in the center of the cavern floor. Some boys might have run, but not so Bob and Tom. They stood amaz- ed fora moment and then Bob drew from his knapsack a rope and signalling Tom his intentions, they carefully bound the sleeping man. Tom then ran to a near-by farm for aid. When the stalwart farm hands, got there they found Bob still on guard and the prisoner tightly bound. Two days later Bob and Tom returned from Jamestown each two hun- dred and fifty dollars richer than when they started. The motor boat was purchased and two happier boys could not be found. Five weeks later the annual boat races were held on Lake Chautauqua, and the chums, entry, Swallow, took first place in the free-for-all race. RoBaRr HOFFMAN, 19A3. wi-nc4fQ:'i'.'9soxv-+ - Sgt. Hey you, where are you going ? Rookie. To get some water. Sgt. What, in that shirt? Rookie. No, in this pail. ' Cavalry Sergeant. I told you never to approach a horse from the rear without speaking to him. First thing you knoav they'll kick you in the head, and we'll have a bunch of lame horses on our hands. 73