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

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 £i tta .Jfiiwtt “She’s just the quiet kind, whose nature never varies.” This dimpled, modest, little girl comes from Turtle Point, but brought none of the bustle and excitement of the city with her. She was with us as a Freshman in 1911, but spent her Sophomore and Junior years in Crafton High School, near Pittsburg, only to return to us again for her Senior year. Edna intends to teach and her quiet and dignified demeanor will, no doubt, impress her pupils as it has us. -ittarijaret Jfmtchetm “If to her lot some female errors fall, Look on her face and you’ll forget them all.” Margaret is the belle of our class, and a favorite with all. She came from Smethport High School to our school in 1913, and has since that time, taken part in our work and play with great zest. Margaret has held creditably many offices during her High School career, even going so far as to hold a seat in the Student Council, when that august body was in force. It seemed almost a miracle to see Margaret sitting very properly in her back seat, eyeing all culprits severely. But human nature is human nature and such an unnatural condition could exist only for a few days. Then she would again be enjoying herself in her whole-hearted way. She is thinking of a musical career and we know she will succeed if she enters upon it. Unfit jHcitrltitm “She hath an abundance of learning.” This is tl.e likeness of Ruth Meacham, our class secretary. She seems to be one of the few who comes to school merely to imbibe knowledge, but if you have the good fortune to be with her when her Physics experiments are written up, and her lessons for the following day studied, she is just as jolly as one could wish. Ruth entered our High School in 1912, and though she had to stay out of school for one term because of ill health, she worked hard and will graduate with the rest of her classmates who started with her in 1912. Her record has been one of the best throughout her High School course, and this splendid record will no doubt be continued through her teaching career.

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Che y.ii$cr iltlu s nttnr 0) Jims President.... Mildred Thoren Treasurer.................Joseph McCa ney Vice President....Raymond Reznor Secretary ........................ Ruth Meacham (Color JfhUvcr ittotto Navy Blue and White Lily-of-the-valley Follow the Gleam. Smuur JJn thmi I am a skeptical person. I can’t help it. I was born that way. But even a confirmed doubting Thomas must, sometime or ether, own himself convinced. And I am no exception to the ru!e. One of the many sciences of which I had always entertained my snspiciors was that of hypnotism. Frankly, I thought it a gi eat humbug to lure money from innocent and gullible people. And then came the chance to t st the truth of my belief, or rather disbelief. My home was in New York, that great metropolis where all things possible and impossible happen. One day in Spring, 1928, a friend called upon me and told me some very interesting news. A hypnotist by the name, Dr. Van Glyck, had rented the apartment horse on the corner opposite my bcard-ing-house, and was offering to hypnotize anyone for a very small sum of money. He also professed an ability to remove a person, in mind, to any spot they wished to visit, while in this semi-unconscious state- My friend was enthusiastic about it and wanted me to go with her to see this wonderful person. After some parleying, I agreed to go, although, I believed Dr. Van Glyck incapable of performing the miracle of mind-transmission. When at last a servant announced that Dr. VanGlyck was ready to re- ceive us, we v ere ushered into a large, darkened room, hung with oriental trappings, and filled with a strange, sweet odor. The Doctor, too, with his large, dark, piercing eyes, and yellow, slender, fingeis harmonized with the room. Learning that I was the one who desired to be hypnotised, he asked me to be seated in a large cushioned chair, facing a huge yellow disk, that hung on the opposite wall, and which glowed softly in the mellow light. Then the hypnotist began making, with his long, talcn-like fingers, strange passes before my face, all the time studying me with the direct gaze of his wonderful eyes. At first I did not feel any effects, whatsoever, but in a few minutes I grew drowsy, my head felt light, and I was only conscious of the great yellow disc before me, enveloped in blue haze. At last that too, was merged into the round face of a clock high upon the wall of what I soon perceived was a large room. This room was filled with high, polished, desks, at each one of which sat a girl, studying industriously. In the front of the room was a desk larger than the others and before it sat—could I believe my eyes?--Ruth Meacham, one of my High School class mates, of 1916. I would not have known her had I not heard one of the girls address her. There she sat in