Lock Haven Junior High School - Echo Yearbook (Lock Haven, PA)

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21: THE ECHO - Ruth Smith ,,... Vivian Steele ......., Grace Mary Thomas ,- SEVENTH GRADE: Marion Arndt ,,, James Bowes -- John Bowes -,- 'l'Elinor Brosius ,,, Marion Brown ,.,-, Margaret Bush .,.... 'l'Robert Casselberry ,,,,. slvlsry Louise Fornoff ,,,. Schuyler Keister ,,,, ,, 6 E's, 3 G's ,---L-- 7 E's, 3 G's 5 G's 5 E's, 6 Eis, 4 G's 3 E's, 7 G's M- 4 E's, 6 G's 6 E's, 4 G's 4 E's, 6 G's 3 E's, 7 G's 6 E's, 4 G's WMA- I E, 9 G's 4 E's, 6 G's Lawrence Keen ,.,, 4 E's, 6 G's Judson Klepper e,.... .,,,, 3 E's, 7 Us Louise McManigal ,,,, 3 E's, 7 G's 'l'Doris McClure ,,,,, 5 E's, 5 G's Frances Merrill ..,. 3 Efs, 7 G's Frederick Pletcher ,, W, 4 E's, 6 G's 'FHelen Probst ,,,, 3 E's, 7 G's Helen Seltzer ,.,. 3 E's, 7 G's 'FBetty Shields A,.. We 4 E's, 6 G's Ruthel Stratton ,, 3 E's, 7 G's Curvin Stein ,,e. 5 E's, 5 G's '5LeRoy Stiver ..v.... 4 E's, 6 G's Betty Wasson ,e,,,,.., 2 E's, 8 G's Marguerite Weidhan ,,,,,. ...,, 4 ES, 6 CS Mary Catherine Winkleman 2 E's, 8 G's Dale Zell ,,,,,,,,...,.. ,,,, 2 Efs, 8 Gis Frances Zerbe ,,,,,,,,,,,,, --, 2 ES, 8 Us W On previous honor roll. ' November 29-8-I B. sponsored the Thanksgiving Day program today. Lewis Zimmerman was chairman. Along with poems, talks and songs was a playlet, Scotch Grace. Harry Royer and Helen Shuey make a fine father and mother! December 3-Thanksgiving vacation is all over, gone and done for but we all feel refreshed and ready to study extra hard. We were welcomed back by a nifty chapel in charge of Miss Dechart. She seemed to bring a wisp of Chinese air right into our chapel. We were taught to count to five and some primer words. Miriam McGill and Margaret Griffith assisted Miss Dechart. The Roosevelt school was also present. December 3-Miss Scullen, Miss McLaughlin and Miss Walters' home room seem to be the only ones who bank IO0 per cent. 9-l's record is super-excellent as they have been l00 per cent. every time. December 4-No excuse for anyone going up or down the wrong steps now. Student Council has been right on the job putting up arrows telling which direction to go. December 5-Here's a real chapel program in the form of a minstrel show. John Brungard, Floyd Miller, Sterling Kling, Charles Zell, Robert Wheeler, William Englert, Chorusg Charles Goldhart and jack Myers, Soloistsg Frank Heinley, Clyder Todd, Angelo Lappanna and Harry Barrett, End Meng Clair Lyons, lnterlocutor. Plantation melodies, solos, riddles, and dialogues made up this delightful program. December I9-Christmas vacation was rushed in by parties in many home rooms and a Christmas play in chapel which was given by the Dramatic Club. Betty Roach and Esther Grand were also on the program. Those in the play were Helen Reed, Mary Kress, Barbara Furst, Eleanor Ohl, Alice Eredericks, Hannah Mervine, Dorothy Wrenn, Ida Fromm, and Eleanor High. January 5-Our two weeks vacation is now a thing of the past and ditto for the old year. New songs were featured in the first 1931 chapel. The song Robin Red- breast proved the hit number. January 9-Miss Armstrong's home room entertain- ed us right royally in chapel today. Those taking part were: Chairman ..L.e,,.,.,......,,, Mabel Roll Duet ,,,,,,, Clarabella Law, Violet Gunsallus Scripture ,,,,,,.E....,e.v,, Betty Wasson Vocal Trio ,,,,,,.. ,E Kathryn Wilson, Betty Rathgeber, Elizabeth Simcox Vocal Solo ,,.. Mary Motter, Laurea Macklem, Dorothy Adams Reading ,,,,,, ,V ,ea Pauline Baker Colorado Dan W ......,..,,,. Aileen Wilt january I4-Clean-up day sponsored by the Student Council! Every one gave his locker a thorough cleaning and as a result, the halls have a much neater appearance.

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28 THE. ECHO CIRCUS! CIRCUS One sunshinny morning last June, I had an ambition to have a circus. Several of my small friends agreed with me, so, with boundless ambition and energy, but a limited supply of animals, we began to practice our stunts. To our consternation, the donkey and pig would not see-saw, in spite of all our tearful threats. A prize-win- ning beautiful white angora cat resided in a rough cage, the proud possessor of a few black stripes across its back. One of my friends succeeded in stealing one of her mother's switches, which we attached to my pet collie's back in an effort to make it look like a lion's mane. We decided to have a bull-fight as the grand finale on our program. I was unanimously elected to visit our bull, W- and to stress upon him the utter need of his services. My friends left me at the bam, from which I proceeded on alone. My spirits rose as the bull came in sight, peace- fully grazing in the next field. Before I had time to vault the fence, the bull had seen me and was charging for mc. I turned and ran as fast as my legs could carry me, for I did not want to keep the others waiting. Also, away back in my mind lurked the faint suspicion of the bull charging after me. This suspicion, however, was unjustified, for I reached the others safely. Moral: Always keep a gate between yourself and a bull, especially if you have a red dress on. Mary Frances I'Iickof'f-9. TROUBLE WITH CEMENT Once upon a time in a city called Rollins, there lived a little girl named Ann. Ann was a very little, mischievous girl. It was said that the only time she was good was when she was asleep. One day Ann's parents went away for the day and left Ann to look after the house. Of course, Ann promised to be good. After her parents had gone she went outside to play with the dogs. Everything was fine when sudden- ly Ann got an idea fShe always did get bright onesj. She ran quickly into the house and got out the flour and other baking utensils. She buttered the pans and got every thing ready. After all was in readiness she put the cake into the oven and then started to clean up the kitchen. It took about forty-five minutes to clean up the dirt she had made. In the meantime, her mother had returned home and properly scolded Ann for her conduct. Otherwise, she was glad she had cake for supper. That night all hurried through with their supper so they could taste the cake. Bob, Ann's brother, was the first to taste it, Ouch, said his father, Gee, this is hard. just then Ann, who had been in the kitchen, came into the dining room sobbing, Oh, dear, oh, dear, I didn't look to see what I was putting in the cake and I put cement in. 'flimminy I yelled Bob. No wonder I couldn't eat it. I'm sorry, sobbed Ann. Ah! come on, said sympathetic Bob, I'lI show you how to bake a cake. We wonder if Bob fared any,-better. Mildred Menge-7. ww MY MOST EXCITING EXPERIENCE As I leaned out of the cabin of my little aeroplane, I gasped in astonishment, for that morning when I started off from New York for a short trip I had expected to return soon and now below me, as far as I could see, was a huge expanse of wooded land. Off to my right I saw a moun- tain and, approaching closer, a lake. I studied my instru- ments and maps carefully and, with the aid of these land- marks, came to the disconcerting conclusion that I was in Central Africa! My gas supply was low and I could not hope to return .to civilization without replenishing itg there- fore a landing would be imperitive in the very near future. The lake shore presented the best landing place avail- able, and after seriously contemplating its possibilities for several moments, I descended. There appeared to be no signs of life in surrounding forest, and so I jumped from the plane and advanced a few steps into the jungle. I heard a stealthy sound behind me and tumed to confront a huge black decorated with portions of European clothing that I realized, with a sinking heart, must be parts of the apparel of other unfortunate victims! A pair of arms grasped me from behind and I was dragged toward the native village, situated near-by. I was then thrown into a small hut where I passed sev- eral unpleasant hours and finally awakened from my re- veries for the express purpose of being eaten. I soon adorned the tall stake in the center of the villageg also the center of attraction. There followed an interval during which a war dance was executed and then with a shrill yell they advanced toward me. I fully expected that in a few minutes I would be in one of the several huge cooking pots which hung over the fires, steaming and ready, but, making a final effort to escape, I awoke and found that the war- whoop was really my mother trying to wake me up for school. It was all a dream! William Long-9.