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

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(Lite ILiurr i-ily mental labor had furrowed his brow and mad'' a small, round, white spot on the top of his head. After Joe had competed his drawing, he drew a leng, black cigar from his pocket, inserted it unlighted in one corner of his mouth, cleared a place for his feet on the top of his desk and proceeded to take his com-fort, first roaring threateningly at a small, weasel-faced office boy who had been sitting hunched up in a corner reading a dime novel. From the directions given the boy, I gathered that Joe was an illustrator and cartoonist for one of our leading daily papers. He had shown a disposition for this kind of work even in his early school years, so I wras not much surprised to see him engaged in it now. As I stood gazing at Joe and wondering whether that white spot on top of his head had been caused by hair tonic experiments tried on him, by his brother, Martin, I saw with wonder that it became larger and larger, until it was the only distinct object in the room. Then with a start I awoke from my trance and found that it was the round yellowr disc, opposite me on the w all in the hypnotist’s room that I had mistaken for poor Joseph’s bald spot. There beside me stood Dr. Van Glyck and my friend, looking at me with quizzical eyes. Do I believe in hypnotism? I would wager my last cent on it, for I have proof sufficient. M. L- T.—T6- CTnmmrurnnrut jlrmjram March .................................. Orchestra Invocation...........................Rev. Howell Sa'utatory........................Mildred Thoren Mvsic .................................. Orchestra Address Chas. Lose, Prin. Lock Haven Normal School Mrsic .................................. Orchestra Valedictory ...................... Ruth Meacham Presentation of Diplomas........C. W. Catlin, Sec. Benediction ................................. Rev. Griffith “O young Mariner Down to the haven Call your companions; Launch your vessel. And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes, Over the margin. After it, follow it Follow The Gleam.” —Tennyson.

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Chr (Liqrr A.i!tt road. At first I imagined it was her Cicero hook, that inseparable companion of her high school years, but I soon dismissed that thought as erroneous. It was no doubt a primer in which she instructed the children gathered around her- I was anxious to question Hattie as to how she liked her chosen profession, and to talk over old times with her, but no time was accorded me, the transforming haze gradually shutting out this tropical view, and bearing me back to old familiar haunts. Again I saw a stretch of road, bordered with green and with rolling meadow's on both its sides, sloping upward gradually to high hills. On one side, shaded by tall maple trees, was a large, square, white farmhouse. I had seen that place sometime before. All at once I remembered. This was the farming community called Turtle Point not far from my home town of Port Allegany. Who of my old friends had flown so short a distance from our old High School? I was not long left in doubt. Hearing a Honk! Honk! behind me I turned in that direction, and there, steering a little Ford in a resolute manner, sat Edna Finn! There could be no doubt of it. After teaching in a country school a few years, Edna had consented to become the wife of a prosoerous fanner boy, from her own section of the country, and now she managed her husband and children in the same quiet, self-possessed manner, we had so admired in school. It seemed that she was the only one of our Senior quintet of girls, who had chosen a matrimonial career. I now' began to wonder about the fate of the two masculine members of our class, and was therefore relieved when the smoke curtain parted to show me R. K. Reznor, sitting in the private office of a large jewelry concern. Raymond had prospered in the business given him by his father, partly because of his genius for advertising. He was very original in this, printing his own placards, and adorning them with the graceful and fanciful curves and dashes w'hich he had practiced and perfected w'hen writing our Senior candy sale announcements on the black board in the study hall of the old beloved P. A. H- S. One old defect about Raymond that I was very sorry to notice was his propensity toward flirting. As a pretty girl passed his office window, he sprang up, ejaculating. “By George, there go -s a peach!” and followed her with his eyes until she turned the corner- I even found myself wondering if he still went to Coudersport to see his (boy?) friends there, as had been his custom when in High School. I was about to speak a few' admonishing words to him on this, his weak point, when the merciless blue haze again enveloped me. Again I saw an office, but of another descrjntion. It seemed made for work exclusively, having three desks in it. The largest of these desks w'as covered with all kinds of manuscript, and before it, deeply engrossed in drawing strangly shaped figures on a large sheet of paper, sat the last of our roll of Seniors- Joseph McCarney. Joe w'as the same Irish laddie he had always been, although his strenuous

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Senior Statistics NAME Nom-de-PIume Species Profession Favorite Pastime. Prized Possession Pass-Word Edna Finn “Finny” A dimpled good natur-cd country girl. Turtle Point school-ma’am. Hobnobbing with Joe McCarney. Her quiet dispo- 0! My Goodness! sition. Ituth Meacham “Ruth” The joy of all her teachers. Wielder of birch rod in country school. Studying morning, noon, and night. The dimple in her Isn’t That Awful! chin. Mildred Thoren “Thornapple” Our walking dictionary. An advocate of woman’s rights. Arguing. Presidency of Sen- Well, I should say ior class. not! Raymond Reznor “Lott” The latest model in fashions. Un-civil engineer. Smoking a meerschaum German. - ! ! ! ? Joseph McCarney “Joe” Our undiscovered Burke. A pen-pushing caricaturist. i Drawing the faculty. Alarm-clock. Holy St. Patrick! Hattie McKenney “Hatt’” A studiously inclined young lady. A missionary to the Studying Cicero, heathen. Her school note- My Conscience! book. Margaret Funcheon “Maggie” An animated India-rubber doll. A talented musician. Good time! Rag time! All the time. Her new glasses. Well, What do you think of that!