Port Allegany Union High School - Tiger Lily Yearbook (Port Allegany, PA)

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Che Cii cr Alii (Ihr fflaruriana With S turr This was the third time I walked around the block in a vain attempt to summon up enough courage to enter a dingy, evil smelling little shop with the sign, “Bird Store,” over the door. “It was no use getting scared,” I argued with myself,” now that you are here in this part of the city walk right in that store and buy your bird and go home before someone kidnaps you. Again I was walking past the shop, and glancing up, saw two such villainous looking Chinamen coming towards me that I turned and rushed thru the door, in my fright and haste falling over a great fat Angora cat. Picking myself up as quickly as possible, I looked around for thi propi ;etor. No one was in sight so I stopped to make the acquaintance of pussy and try to summon up a little courage. But instead, a cold shiver ran down by back as I looked at the the sleek, purring friendly sort of cat- These cats eyes were positively uncanny, they looked so human. And the way she grinned—it reminded me of someone I had seen recently. Why, yes, Esther, of course. Who but Esther wore such a perpetual smile and had such a comfortable slow and easy kind of manner? But what could this cat have to do with our Junior class President? “Nothing' my common sense told me, “you are simply over excited.” So I turned my attention to the birds who all the time had been making a great racket. A little bantam cock dressed in a fawn colored coat came strutting down the aisle, crowing arching his neck and looking around very coyly. Suddenly he darted away under cages and over boxes now and then appearng at unexpected places only to run off out of sight again, crowing and chuckling all the while. “Hew very funny,” I laughed, but then came the thought, “How like Lot Reznor he does act! He even looks like him!” The Angora cat gave a big “meow!” and my terror came back afresh. “Nonsense, there is nothing to be afraid of, said my common sense. And I went over to look at a little magpie, who was keeping up a ceaseless chatter. But again that spooky feeling came over me for a little bird sounded just like Margaret Funcheon cackling and those eyes had a familiar look too. “What wouldn’t I give to be home”! groaned,“If the owner doesn’t co.ne scon, I'm going.” Just then a shrill squeak made my hair fairly stand on end. But it cane from a droll little screech owl sitting up in one comer. Hardly knowing what I was doing 1 commenced to giggle hysterically, “How do you do, my lady. What pray, is your name?” I addressed her. “Everything seems possessed with likeness of Juniors, so you must be one. Let’s see—who was a wise one in the Junior Glass? Ah yes! Hattie and a talkative one too. Sense, you’re getting to be a regular heathen talking of Lirds with human souls.” The shrill voice of a parrot rose above all the other noises and I stopped to listen for he really seemed to be talking English. “Want-cha-pict-chur drawed ?

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Che (tiger Lily JJuttinr dDfftcrra President............ Esther Seyler Secretary....................... Joe McCarney Vice President....... Leora Snyder Treasurer.............Hattie McKinney (Cnlnr Navy Blue and White yinuirr Lilly of the Valley Junior All good goods come in small packages,” and at least we Juniors think so. Our Class started out bravely enough with thirty-five members in the Freshman year but misfortunes and matrimony have pursued us until there are but six left. Two became so brilliant while staying with us that they were able to skip a year and go into the Senior Class. Some of the others thought they could learn more outside of school than in so they deserted our ranks. So now our new band is few but tried and true. The size of our class has offorded much fun and comment for the other classes, but the very fact that it is small has its advantages . Where will we hold a Class meeting? is a question that never worries us. We can hold one anywhere,—on the stairs, around the fountain, around the president’s desk or even by the telephone. Noisy Junior classmeetings are something unknown for we never have disputes or disagreements, because as the result of good, practical judgement to discern between wise and unwise suggestions, albldecide one way. Our class officers were easily chosen and when the Student Council was appointed, there arose in our class no such trouble in electing members as ini the other classes, for every Junior could be a member. Ijiatory We are big in enter-prise, ambition, and class loyalty. Our banner has been flying from a school-house for three months. The Seniors’ did not fly more than three hours, while the Sophomore’s banner hasn’t been flying to the breezes at all. ine basket social given by us at the Gymnasium was reported a great success by all who attended. We were especially delighted to find a new way of raising money, as the old method of having candy sales has been quite overdone. The Freshmen since have been congratulating themselves on how much they were able to raise by a social, but the original idea came from us Juniors, who set the pace. One thing yet remains this year in which to distinguish ourselves; viz, the Junior banquet. To this the Seniors are looking forward eagerly for they have leaned to appreciate the abilities of the Juniors and are anticipating with pleasure this most important social event of the year and because the Juniors will take the responsibility for it, they will not be disappointed. To anyone but a Junior this may sound like too much self-confidence but by working together faithfully and unitedly, we have had a successful year, accom-• plished much and have learned the truth in the old statement, “In unity there is strength.”

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Junior (HIsha “Our band is few but tried and true.” Crura mjiirr “I am as dignified as I look.” iWaiyarrt Jfiturhrmt “Tiny litt.e maid, full of fun and goodly mirth.” 3Jur Iflrdarurii “God bless the Irish!” ftaimuntii firznar “What I have 'earned I have forgot :en, What I know I have guessed.” ffialtir fHrKimtrit “A quiet lass—there are but few Who know the treasure hid in you.” Clt. iTi rr Uilii tsthrr r}|lrr “Happy am I, from care I’m free; Why aren’t they all contented like me?”