Penn Yann Academy - Key Yearbook (Penn Yan, NY)

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. J illllln l Q day. her :han the :ally the 353 GSP' my id I ered Wit i tood one. ring ch -' med nent her. 'udff and slain time she The Pennsylvania Yankee 29 said, because I worked too hard to earn the money for my education. Besides, Mother - a sob- on this word- would not want me to neglect my du- ties, however small they may be. She always taught me that 'work before play' would bring me success, and I must re-main true to my mother. Here Judy stopped for breath, but swallowing hard, she went on, You know how I have planned on a good time this evening! but circumstanc- es alter cases' and I cannot go. You go and see it and tomor- row tell me all about it. I think, trying hard to smile, Hthat I will enjoy it just as much, then. The three girls were struck with aweiat this long expla- nation from Judy. They tried their best to get her to go and forget her studies for a while, persisting that it would do her good, but all to no avail. Judy had made up her mind and she would not change it. In the end, she had her way, Edith, Mary and Joan went to thetheatre while she stayed in her room to study. How slowly the evening passed! Would it never be time for the girls to return? But Judy soon forget this in her eagerness to gain a victory over Greek. ' At. about eleven o'clock, three tired girls trooped into her room, their faces downcast with disappointment. It was horrid ! announced Edith, putting the thoughts of :all three into words. You may be glad, Judy, that you didn't go. I wish I had stayed at home and studied. So do I, agreed Mary and Joan in one voice. I am glad that I did, then, said Judy, glancing up from her studying. The following morning, when the Greek professor ask- ed who could translate a cer- tain passage, Judy's hand was the only one to be raised. Very well, Miss Newland, show' us what you can do. Judy stood up and gave a perfect translation. That evening, as the four girls were gathered -in their room, Joan asked, How in the world did you ever translate that Greek, this I morning, Judy? I couldn't even start it. That is what I did last night, while you were at the theatre, answered Judy, with a happy smile of contentment. ' A. C. S. '27,

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30 The Pennsylvania Yankee My Ford Some time ago my life as an optimist was somewhat shadowed by my purchase of a Ford. The dealer described to me the value of this ten- year-old relic and, after listen- ing to his unpleasant chatter for nearly two hours, I virtual- ly concluded that this was the greatest bargain in town. Af- ter parting with thirty-five dollars and some sense, I drove home with a flat pocketbook and a dilapidated Ford. g However high Henry's, as I christened him, aspirations might have been, I found them on the next morning to be low enough. I was exceedingly angry, for, being a Republican, I had desired a Ford that fav- ored a high protective tariff, but I learned, much to my dis- comfiture, that, from his don- key actions, Henry was a Dem- bcrat. My wife, also, was angry at Henry, possibly because of the sudden rise in temper and the fact ' that my face was smeared with grease instead. of being wreathed in smiles. On the previous afternoon Henry had rattled and clatter- ed to perfection, but on this particular morning he had lost all resemblance of his kingly nature. After several vain at-- tempts to make Henry perco- late, I decided that something must be wrong with his inmost parts. These I greased and oil- ed 'till he resembled an oil well in eruption. I wired the fend- ers and roped the top. I twist- ed and urged and coaxed for nearly an hour. Then, having become disgusted, Ikicked and battered and hammered for the next hour. Finally I sought to do everything that would please his noble person. I threw hot water on his cold sections. I greased his shins and oiled his batteries. I slap- ped his face and kicked his ra- diator. I even let the air out of his tires that he might rest more comfortably. The next time I attacked his mechanical ingenuity, he responded by cuss.ing me in a most disre- spectful manner. I pulled his choke and shook his throttle 'till he began to fire more regu- larly. Leaping in, I hurriedly backed out of the garage, only to smash into the neighbor's fence. With some difliculty, I guided my Stuttering Stutz to the front porch, and, hav- ing secured my cap, thanks to the kindness of my wi-fe, I rushed hastily through the streets. Having brought down the wrath of every traffic cop in town, I arrived without de- lay at the garage where I had purchased Henry on the pre-