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

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Meanwhile. Chief Crack-n-a-Joke Anderson was fascinating the young girls with his idle chatter. His beauty of form and feature were known throughout the entire Seneca tribe, and his boldness and daring were incomparable. The object of his great affection was the spirited Fire-Hair Brown, known for her great youthful energy and beautiful brown eyes. Far off in another part of the camp sat the in.mitable Wahoo Bailey, who thrilled her listeners with the beautiful morning chants of the Indian tr.be. Nearby, busily engaged in the making of symbols on a piece of bark, was the unmarried squaw of the tr.be. 1 hundercioud Brewer, who had become a recluse in her earlier years and who lived by herse.f in a brown deerskin teepee, set far from the rest, on a dark, tree-covered hillside. Strolling through the village were Smiling-Face Hall and Long-in-the-Limb Shultz, taking their daily walk, observing all that was going on. Suddenly the eyes of Long-in-the Limb were accosted by the sight of Rain-in-the-i ace Jacobus, bending earnestly over a huwe drum. s ow.y pounding out a signal through the forest. Interpreting it. Smiling-Face Hall became greatly excited, for it was the call to ail of the great councils to come together for some purpose known only to the Seneca Chief. Immediately she and Long-in-the-Limb rushed to spread this news to everyone. In the large tent that served as his home, the great Chief Many-Moons Sullivan ro e from a seat, by his fire and slowly walked to the doorway of the tent. Gazing up into the sky he silently paid tribute to the gods of beauty, life, breath, and creation for bestowing on him the honor of hearing the voice of the beloved Hiawatha, the Great Spirit, who had asked him to call together the councils of all the people to hear his message. In the late hours of afternoon he would appear to them, so there was no time to lose in bringing all the representatives together. The noon-hour came and went and the sun-god was gilding slowly toward the west as the people of the Senecas gathered together to await word from their illustrious leader Many-Moons. The young warriors Sitting Bull Fudge. Big Wolf Sibley. Large Sound Smith, and Shadow Face Forrest left their game of la crosse and went to mingle with the growing crowd. Slightly behind them came many young squaws, among them the vivacious Golden Eagle West. Chase-em-all Hager, the retiring Timid Deer Miller, the rubicund Small Moose VanVleet. and Ruby Brand Masin — leaving their sewing and weaving to hear words of wisdom from the lips of their sagacious leader. Suddenly from out the forest rang the sounds of greeting and well-wishes as the great councils of the Indian tribes came from far and near to behold the prophecy of the medicine man and Many-Moons. To the edge of the mighty stream they went, slowly coming to a halt and settling themselves beside the urbulent waters to await a miracle. Their vigilance was not in vain for quickly the waters lost their force and down the stream floated a beautiful white canoe, with the Great Spirit. Hiawatha, sitting in its bow. A great hush came over the people as the ringing tones of the Creator flowed out in the summer breeze, reaching every listener with great impression on every soul. Hiawatha stressed peace and cooperation among the Senc;a tribe. As he finished speaking, the air was filled with sweet music and the beautiful white canoe ascended slowly into the air. bearing him up into the deep blue sky. After he disappeared, a long sigh of wonder and of fulfillment broke from the lips of all and they silently rose and went their way to their homes. The sun-god had reached the end of his journey, resting a minute on the tree tops and mountain side, then sinking out of sight, leaving behind a touch of golden red in the sky against which was etched a single column of dark smoke issuing from a smoldering campfire. Soon even these rays of light were gone and night ended another Indian summer day. 22 THUNDERCLOUD BREWER.

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‘TSiAt icf The first day of school in September. 1945 dawned clear nad beautiful as thirty-six little Freshmen made their way up the stairs to higher learning. A new and delightful era had broken the monotony of grade life — high school! From the beginning, this class showed its inclination to be very original and full of plans. It started the proverbial ball rolling by electing its first officers. They were: President. William Shultz: Vice-President. Lisle Anderson: Secretary. William Sullivan: I reasurer, Keith I horpe. Among other things, the class started the “Hayride” tradition by having its first one on November 2. 1945 with Mr. Goold as chaperon. Thus had the social life of the Frosh begun — soon to follow by a skating party at the Grotto. February 2. 1946 and finally our annual picnic at Eldridge Park on June 14th. “And what to our wondering eyes did appear. But a wonderful joyous new Sophomore year”! The officers elected the second year of high school for this class were as follows: President. Lisle Anderson: Vice-President. Reeve Jacobus: Secretary. Mary Ann Hall: Treasurer. George McLaughlin. This proved to be the gayest of seasons for the mighty Sophs as they carried the ball with the annual Hayride and Picnic, and the very first Sophomore Hop to be presented in the school. This Hop proved to be a gala affair with “St. Patrick s Day” as its theme for decorations. To most of the members of the class, the idea of first “formals” and sweet music in an auditorium filled with tiny shamrocks hanging from green and white streamers, like tear drops, was a lovely and novel one. Just as the oracles predicted, the Hop turned out to be a great success, much to the pleasure of tired but happy Sophomores. The summer passed in a very brief time and the classmates found themselves recipients of the titles of “Juniors.” As time went on. the new Juniors realized that a well-organized class is a strong one — capable of almost anything. So. of course, the first step was to elect the officers, as follows: President. Allen Sibley: Vice-President. William Sullivan: Secretary. Rosemarie Emms: Treasurer, Georgianna Herrmann. Miss Wade became the advisor and helper in such noble schemes as the “Mardi Gras.” the annual Junior Prom. Much work and some play produced a gay effect of the New Orleans celebration in all its old time glory, from sweet senoritas to dashing caballeros in a mood for music. Never to be forgotten was the play “Hot Water” directed so ably by Mr. Dolan, and acted out by an enthusiastic class which made it a “smashing success. The following were selected to attend Boys' State and Girls' State, respectively: Allen Sibley, Ray Dickens. Bill Sullivan. Fred Depew. George McLaughlin and Mary Ann Hall. Can it be possible! The last year! And such a busy one. The main goal is. of course, the Senior trip to New York, an event which will linger the longest in the memories of the class members who worked so hard for it. Magazine sales made up a part of the financial program for the trip, as well as that deepest of mysteries, the Senior Play “Galloping Ghosts.” directed by Miss Constance Hall, and received with much enthusiasm by a capacity crowd. Last, but not least, the Senior Ball, which will be held in June of 1949, and the annual class picnic at which the Juniors will entertain us in fond farewell. 24