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

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FRANKLIN ACADEMY HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Sophomore Class Toi- Row Qlieft to Riglitj. lleginnltl TIIOIIIZIS, liulmy Smith, Clara Prosser, Sarah Polnmnteer, Mary Prosser, Mabel Cawnrcl, Bessie Early, Dorothy Walker, Ilnttie Wrnig,l1t. Marion Clan IIIIIIIDLIC Row. Mildresl Brown, Olive Benedict, Bernice Stiekney, Isabelle Peterson, Isabelle Cawurrl, ltlurgmet Brown, Grace Borden, Helen Blood, Rowena Smith, Dorothy Sturclevnnt BoT'roM Row. Lester Sisson, Harold Cook, DeWitt Stiekney, Ernest Kennedy, Walter Mahon.

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14 FRANKLIN ACADEMY HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL A SOPHOMORE PARTY. MARY WURTH-1918. Last year our Sophomore class was organized and We decided to have a party eaeh month. I invited the cllasss to my home for the first party. It Was a lovely evening in the fall. At seven o'oloek, While Waiting for the members of my class to arrive, I heard a knock at the door. I opened the dolor and there stood one of the Sophomores. I said, f'HoWf do you do? Come in, but he said, No, it Will be im- possible for me to come this evening, but here is the salad which I was :asked to furnish. And he handed me a dish all done up very nicely. To satisfy the curiosity of my dear readers I will disclose the fact that Mr. G+'s pressing engagement was with the Senior class. I carried the dish to the kitchen and unwrapped it. I was thinking what a queer-looking salad it was when the door bell rang, and so I didn't give another thought to the salad. Soon they had all arrived and We had mal line time playing games until lunch time. Not many of us partook of the queer-look- ing salad. but those Who did, didn't feel very wiell for the rest of the evening. We found later that the salad had been stulfed with pepper. Soon the fun and excitement began. Some of the Seniors and Juniors had gathered at a neighboring house and they were soon busy trying to open doors and putting cards on tl1e windows. We held our own very Well though, and more than one daring besieger had a good bath from the Water which We poured from the Win- dows. This fun kept up until nearly eleven o'elock. The Sophomores decided that it was time to go, assuring me that they had enjoyed themselves immensely, in spite of various interruptions. VVe declared that the person who brought the dish of doped I ' salad must come after his dish if he Wanted it. But it is still at our house today. VVe congratulate the courageous Mr. Gt. OF SOME USE-'tGentlemen, remarked tl1e professor, the general function of the heads of several learned members of this class is to keep their neekties from slipping off. Some people speak as they think, while others speak oftener.

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16 FRANKLIN ACADEMY HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL A STORY TOLD BY AN OLD WAR VETERAN. MARGARET BROWN-1918. In the southern part of West Virginia is a small town known as Hemlock Ridge. In the center of the villiaxge is the 'fOld Janson Homestead,,' which is the favorite resort of the young people of the Ridge, especially on winter evenings. For cannot Mr. Janson. familiarly called Colonel J anson, tell the best stories of anyone in that locality? And are not his wlar stories true and interesting? One evening, wlhen the wind whistled and blew around the corners of the house, and the snow was steadily falling, a party of people were in the Janson living-room, begging for a story. Col- noel Janson looked thoughtfully into the dying embers in the old- fashioned fireplace. There was silence in the room, for he was recalling an incident and was not to be interrupted. Soon a smile played about his mouth, and he looked into the faces of his expec- tant audience a.nd began: VVhen I wiaas a young man of nineteen years, the Civil VVar broke out. Jefferson Davis called for volunteers to fight for the south. My father had died many years before, leaving me, the youngest child and only son, and four sisters. They were all mar- ricd, hence I was the only child my mother had to comfort her in her advancing years. At President Davis' first call I was eager to go, thinking that the war wlould soon be over. Mother would not consent to my go- ing, however, so I had to be content at home. Intrying to forget about the war, I went into more social affairs than before. I at- tended husking bees, corn roasts, barn dances and numerous other amusements. It was then that I became acquainted with Violct Summers. She had a very sweet, winsome nature, and this, to- gether with her beauty made her the most popular girl in Hemlock Ridge. I became deeply in love with her. Bult I was only one of many suitors, and thought I stood no chance of wlinning her. Yet, it was not long before I found that Violet loved me. Before Davis' second call, Violet and I were engaged. You may be sure that I did not want to go, but wlhen the third call came, I knew it was my duty to go and help my country. Mother and Violet tried to be brave, so that I might have cheerful faces to think of when I w'ent, but they did not succeed very well. After traveling for several days, I arrived at a Confederate camp, commanded by Genenall B-. I was immediately sent to the front to fight the Union men. One day, about a year after I had enlisted, General B- sent