Odessa Montour Central High School - Odessanean Yearbook (Odessa, NY)

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stove. If they did, and Mrs. B.... finds it burned. Oh! Oh—“c’est dommage!” 1 had had my supper so I didn’t care much about the food. I went into some other rooms, probably class rooms. In one room I thought I had found me a wife, but I was mistaken, it was a stuffed dog. What a disappointment! In another room I found a bird in a cage. Finally I came to a room which must have been the principal’s office, for it had a large desk and a radio. The radio gave me an idea. Turning on a radio was a favorite trick of mine. I found the right switch. An orchestra was playing “Dipsy Doodle.” It was too loud and fast for me so I ran down the hall and up some steps. When I reached the top I ran into a janitor talking to the boy. They caught me and I’m sorry to say, “I got my ears boxed!” and they sent me out. Dick was calling me. He saw me come out of the door so he “boxed my ears” again. I have learned now to keep out of new school buildings, and I’m warning all other pups to keep away also. Now that I am an old dog and almost ready to die, I hope that my story will take effect. I should like to give a little more advice, but I’m getting weak. I only ask that you make your own lives a little less like ‘‘a dog’s life.”—Bertha Chaapel. YOU’RE OUT A True Story Biff! The ball flew through the air over the left fielder’s head as “Jasper” Carpenter hit a home-run. The face of every member of the Trumansburg team fell a mile, but their countenance changed when their “speed-ball” pitcher struck out the next three men. Trumansburg then came to bat. Our pitcher, Luman Terryberry, stepped into the box, started his slow motion wind-up, threw the ball and the umpire called “Ball one!” The next two balls pitched were strikes, and Terryberrv’s face lighted up as the batter went dowm swinging. The next man walked, but the next two men “flied” out. It began to look like a ball game. In the next inning Trumansburg got one run which tied the score at one up. The score remained the same for the next two innings and then—Bulk-ley hit, Lattin hit, Ostrander hit, Chaffee hit, everyone hit, and the score was five to one. Nevertheless, Trumansburg did not lose courage. Terryberry allowed no runs after that, but as he stepped into the box at the last of the seventh he looked tired. Coach Martin noticed this and when the bases became loaded, he put Gerald Lattin on the mound. Lattin had not pitched until this year. He was in a tight spot. He walked the first man, which brought a run in. The next two men hit a “pop” fly which left the score at five to two. The next ball pitched sailed past catcher Willett and a man came home. And then—a short hit—a man came home—the score was five and four. What the next man did wfould decide all. Lattin pitched two strikes, and three balls. The next pitch was the deciding one. The crowd was tense; silence prevailed. Lattin started his stretch. The ball zoomed past the batter; the umpire raised his right hand and yelled, “You’re out!”—Robert Smith. LAFF THAT OFF Ed. Carpenter and Bob Smith were late for school one morning, and Mr. Goold angrily asked, “What made you late, Bob?” “I was dreaming that I w'as going to Florida, and thought the school bell was the siren of the boat,” answered Bob. Mr. Goold then asked, “What have you to say for yourself, Ed?” Ed dryly answered, “Um - - - I wras seeing Bob off.” Bill Ostrander: “You’ve got my dime.” Gerald Lattin: “You’re a dime liar.” Mr. Dolan: “Will your w'atch tell time?” Jack Halpin: “No, you have to look at it.” Mr. Goold: “Lois, howT many stencils are there in the office? Are there a half a dozen?” Lois: “No, there are only six.” Mr. Waters: “What do you know' about ethyl alcohol?” Gratia Gikling: “Nothing, w'ho is she?” Bill Rundle: “What’s good for a weak lung?” Mr. Martin: “Open your window and throw' out your lung.” Mr. Waters: “What is a vacuum?” Norma Van Lone: “I can’t think right now, but it is in my head.” Deanie: “Do you think Kate MacDow'ell’s hair is dyed?” Marie: “I know it’s not; I was w'ith her when she bought it.” Miss Dana: “What instrument of war does the earth resemble?” Arleen Wood: “A revolver.” John Willett: “Let’s cut classes and take in a movie.” Minon Leanord: “Can't do it, John, I need the sleep.” Coates: “Did you hear about a couple of boys breaking some plates of glass charged with a high sum of money, Mr. Waters?” Huffy: “Mr. Waters, would you call that a physical or a chemical change?” Mr. Waters: “I’d call it a financial change!” Luther: “Terryberry, have you ever been to the zoo?” Terryberry: “No.” Luther: “You ought to go, you’d get a kick watching the turtle zip pass.” Mrs. Clarke: “Have you done your outside reading yet?” Carol Crane: “No, ma’am, mother says it’s too cold to read outside.” Ed. Carpenter: “Wanna fly?” Barbara: “You bet.” Ed. Carpenter: “Wait, I’ll catch you one.” PAGE 4

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MY STORY By Frisk My name is “Frisk” and I was born in an old barn in the slum district of a large city. When I was a few weeks old my mother, my sisters and I, were left without a home. Our barn was torn down by social workers who were trying to improve the life of people living in this part of the city. We started out to look for a new home, but my mother was killed by a taxi when she was crossing the street. The rest of us escaped, but perhaps it would have been better for us if we hadn’t, for now we had no mother and no home. I wandered away from the others and followed some children into a park. They began to play marbles, so I watched. One of the children noticed me and wanted to claim me, but his older sister objected, for she thought that perhaps I belonged to someone. So I went away, a little sad. I liked the boy, and I hoped they would take me. During the following weeks I walked all over the city, sleeping on doorsteps nights and eating from garbage cans. Several times I escaped from being killed by automobiles. I never saw my sisters again. I often wondered if they are alive and happy. Finally, I reached the outskirts of the city. I wandered down a highway to an old farmhouse. The people who lived there were very poor and they gave me very little to eat. I stayed there because they were kind to me, even though the children fought and quarreled among themselves. Late one evening the father of the household came home. He seemed to be very rough, for he kicked me into a corner and threw a knife at me. I was hurt, but able to run out of the house and down the road. (I always had been a little afraid of him.) I do not know how far I ran, before I had to stop from exhaustion. I lay down, panting, in the soft dewy grass beside the road. I must have lain there several hours, for I became suddenly alert to the laughing and talking of a group of noisy boys. I tried to get up, but I was too weak, so I whined. They heard me and came over to me. One picked me up and discovered the cut in my side. He had been carrying a pack on his back; from this pack he took a first aid kit and bandaged me. They then carried me back to a small town, where they lived. The boy who carried me, took me to his home and gave me food and a soft bed. I was very pleased and I barked to show my appreciation. lie called to his parents and sister to come and see me. They came and petted me. I was a little afraid of the man because I hadn’t forgotten the other man who had hurt me. This man was more kind. He talked to me and told me I was a beautiful dog. He also told his son that I should be described in the “Lost and Found” column of the daily paper, because he thought I was a valuable pup. After a few weeks with these kind people, my wound was healed, and I was able to run and play. Jack, my master, started to teach me a few tricks, which were much fun, I thought. Jack gave me my name. He said he called me “Frisk” because I was so very frisky. No one called for me so I remained with Jack several years. While I was there, I saved a small child from drowning. One day a man came and took our pictures. The picture was in the paper. All of Jack’s friends played with me, and I, in turn, followed them everywhere. Something told me that my good fortune was not going to last long. I was right. One day a letter came from Jack’s aunt, asking him to come to his cousin’s birthday dinner. That evening, I heard his sister say something about “presents.” I wondered what she meant. He patted my head and said, “How would you like a new home? I am going to start college this fall and I can’t take you with me, so I’ll take you to cousin Dick, who lives out near my college. Then I can see you more often. How does that suit you, old top?” I barked my answer. I was then taken for a long ride to Dick’s home, in a small town of Odessa. My new master was overjoyed to have ms. He said I was just what he wanted. I liked him too, but 1 was sorry to leave my old friends. When Jack started back home, I followed his car down the road until it turned a corner. I stopped and turned back to Dick, who was coming after me. On the way back, I noticed a beautiful building. I had seen them in cities, but never in small towns. I turned up the sidewalk which led to the main door. Just then, Dick turned and grabbed me. “Here, you rascal, that’s Odessa Central School, you can’t go to school. Come on, I’m going home and eat my supper.” After supper I sneaked out and went back to the big building. Suddenly, I heard footsteps—a boy was coming. It wasn’t Dick; it was a stranger. I heard Jim mumbling to himself—“That old history regent’s book,—don’t see why I had to forget it, probably the school house is closed now,—don’t like ancient history anyway. If I don’t get it and do tomorrow’s three questions, Mr. D.... will make me write them all. Oh, well!” I decided to follow him. If he went in that building, I was going too. I wanted to see the inside of it. Oh! He did get in! I ran through the heavy door just in time. Oh, this is a grand place! Those Odessa students are lucky to go to school here! While I was snooping around, I was careful not to be seen by the janitors or the boy. I smelled something good. What was it? I nosed around until I came to a room with many chairs and tables in it. Why, it was a cafeteria. Well, that smell was coming from the kitchen. Perhaps, the homemaking girls left something on the PAGE 3

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OUR FACULTY MR. G. H. GOOLD—Principal Graduated: Hobart, B.S.; Cornell, M.S. Hobby: Going places Likes: C. C. MISS EDNA K. DANA—Vice-Principal, Senior Advisor Graduated: Oberlin, A.B. Teaches: English Hobby: Interior decorating Likes: Afternoon tea MRS. ELIZABETH M. CORYELL Graduated: Syracuse, A.B. Teaches: American History, languages Hobby: Playing the piano Likes: Discussion of Latin MR. EDWARD DOLAN—Junior Advisor Graduated: Houghton, A.B. Teaches: Mathematics, history Hobby: Collecting mules, etc. Likes: Month of Mae MISS MARY B. LYMAN Graduated: Syracuse, B.M. Teaches: Music Hobby: Making scrap books Likes: Eating MR. ROBERT E. WATERS Graduated: Hamilton. A.B. Teaches: Sciences Hobby: Photography, radio Likes: To tell stories MISS FLORENCE EELLS Graduated: Keuka. B.S. Teaches: Commercial subjects Hobby: Playing bridge Likes: Canada MR. CHARLES MARTIN—Soph Advisor Graduated: Ithaca, B.S. Teaches: Athletics Hobby: Eating ice cream Likes: Mary Ann MRS. MYRL V. CLARKE—Frosh Advisor Graduated: Syracuse, A.B. Teaches: Freshman English. Librarian Hobby: Memorizing poetry Likes: Walking at night MR. HARRY W. KITTS Graduated: Cornell, B.S. Teaches: Agriculture Hobby: Making ash trays Likes: To do things MISS MARGARET CAIN Graduated: Buffalo State, A.B. Teaches: Homemaking Hobby: Reading radio guides Likes: To listen to the radio MRS. ETHEL LATTIN Graduated: Syracuse Teaches: Junior high Hobby: Animals and flowers Likes: Teaching MRS. GEORGIA CARNEY Graduated: Cortland Teaches: Junior high Hobby: Traveling Likes: Bull dogs MR. FRED LERCH Graduated: Penn Yan Academy Teaches: Junior high Hobby: Making stringed instruments Likes: Baseball MRS. BREWER Graduated: Geneseo Normal Teaches: Sixth grade Hobby: Children Likes: Society MISS BERNICE SLOCUM Graduated: Cortland Teaches: Fifth grade Hobby: Playing accordion Likes: Church work MRS. EVELYN WARNER Graduated: Cortland Teaches: Third and fourth grades Hobby: 4-H clubs Likes: Concerts MRS. JESSIE LEE TIMMS Graduated: Cortland Teaches: Second grade Hobby: Raising flowers Likes: Iloseback riding MISS EVELYN ARTLIP Graduated: Geneseo Normal Teaches: First grade Hobby: Reading, flower gardens Likes: Bicycle riding --------o-------- Morning In the morn I sometimes see, When a new day first is breaking, Soft hues of rose and silvery gray That call the earth to waking; A touch of gold is in the east, A bit of blue far in the west. And in the south a soft, white cloud Upon a wooded hill doth rest. Evening Later, when the day is ending I see a million things and one; Far off by a purple mountain I see the setting of the sun Blending lights and shadows well All to make a grand array 0 colors bright and colors dim For the slowly, fading day. —Ohara Nordquist. --------o-------- Faithful All winter long the postmen work, As faithfully as ever, Come stormy days, with sleet and snow, These good men fail us never. Our little boxes now and then Are pillowed all in white, The postmen brush the pillows off, And pack the mail in tight. They whistle and sometimes they sing, While driving here and there, Glad that they can bring good cheer, To people everywhere. —Betty Boyce. PAGE 5