Prattsburgh Central High School - Franklinite Yearbook (Prattsburgh, NY)

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FRANKLIN ACADEMY HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAI Junior Class 'fur Row. Ella McDowell, Park Valentine Arnold, lirva Wruigllt. Lowlcn Row. Cornelia Pratt, Edna Andrews.

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FRANKLIN ACADEMY HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL ll THE ADVENTURES OF A MOUSE. EDNA ANDREWS-1917. A poor little mouse came to visit one day, At our school-house, I heard someone say, The teacher sat at the front of the roomg And seeing poor mousie, yelled, Get a broom! Then promptly proceeded to mount a chair, And surveyed the scene with a frightened air. She cried and shrieked at the top of her voice, To tl1e utmost delight of girls and boysg And all round the room did poor mousie run, For him it was evidently not much fun.. But on reaching the register, the story goes, Fell into dhapel and broke his poor nose. Whether the grinndstone of life wears a man down or polishes him up, depends entirely on the stuff he is made of. Persons who are constantly thinking and talking of what they cannot do vasre unsueees-sful. Think of what you can do and how to accomplish it. i 'tKeep a Watch on your Words, my children, For Words are Wonderful things, They are sweet like the bee's fresh honeyg Like the bees, they have terrible stings.

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FRANKLIN ACADEMY HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL 13 THE MARSHMALLOW ROAST. ELMA CINCEBAU-1916. , Who-Four Juniors and one lonely Senior. When-June, 1915. Where-Anywhere between Chapel Street and Mr. J. Dear- 1ove's meadow. W hy-A marshmallow roast in wihich we endeavor to show the Sophs and Freshmen that we are little affected by their slight. The way was dark. We had no guide but a much enduring little fiash-light, and the yells of tl1e infant Sophs as they sported and frisked around their fire. Being burdened by iifty cents worth of marshmallowls it was a little difficult to travel along the rough and thorny way. The weighty UD members of the little party puffed along behind, the while groaning against fate wlhioh made them fat. A barbed-wire fence offered a slight resistance to our progress by clinging lovingly to our clothes. Immediately beyond the fence, a veritable precipice fell away at our feet. We were gazing in anguish at each other, when one of our party looked wise, and, dropping to the ground, rolled down the embankment, land- ing with a thud at the bottom. The rest of us did not take to this suggestion as we knew not what lay beneath us, but toiled patiently down the hill. We at last reached a creek bed, which, on account of the warm weather, w1ass partly dried up. Here we built our fire. After some trouble, such as falling over hidden fences and losing our matches, we were ready to begin our feast. After eating all we could pos- sibly hold, we put out our fire and feeling rather ill, we toiled up the hill, giving our class yells as often .aus the Sophs, who had been 11ear us, stopped for breath. Afvoiding the barbed wire fence by going a long way 'round, we finally reached home, vowing as we left each other, Ma.rshma.llows? Never -aaga.in! IN 2016- Wl1o is that haughty and aristocratic dame? Ssh! A real personage. Regent of the Descendants of the Ford Peace Party.