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

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FRANKLIN ACADEMY HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL 23 But we were suddenly interrupted by a policeman who came up and grufliy ordered us to move on. That voice had a familiar sound and it seemed to come from his very boots Which, I soon discovered, were about six feet from his mouth. Immediately I remembered, this was Delos Saunders, the eighth wonder of the World. Who would ever have dreamed that he would become a cop ? The next morning was Sunday morning and we started for home. When we arrived at the next town, we decided to go to church. We entered the church and sat down not noticing the preacher. When I did finally look at him,'I could scarcely believe my eyes, for there on the platform sat Ernest Kennedy, who, when he got up to stand behind the pulpit had to push a small foot stool in front of him and stand on it so that people could see him, although they certainly had no diiiiculty in hearing him. After church I turned to inquire how it happened that Ernest had ever calmed down enough to become a minister, but I found myself again alone at my own hearth. I have since wondered whether these events will really occur or if it were justa dream. DOROTHY E. WALKER, '18 Grinds WANTED TO KNOW Why Mr. Carl and Mr. Whittemore interrupted our vacation one Wednesday P. M. in April-by 19 High School Pupils. Why Pete Prosser didn't want to play basket ball the night the girls played against the Infants. Why Marion Clark did not drive the mules to Bl0omer's party? Where Cornelia got her large mouth? How Errol had nerve enough to go home with Marjorie McConnell? Why John could not get in the window ? SENIORS' IDEA OF IT F---ierce lessons L---ate hours U---expected company N---ot prepared K---nowing nothing --ex.

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22 FRANKLIN ACADEMY HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL who the commander was but was about to give up all hope when finally she turned around, and to my utmost surprise, I recognized Dorothy Stone, the beloved president of the Senior Class. The next scene was that of a jungle in South Africa in which a small group of the natives was shown. In front of one of the huts I saw a tall elderly gentleman, who, while talking to the natives, would scratch his head and then look at his finger nails for inspiration. This action reminded me of a person whom I thought I knew, but could not just remember where I had known him. Turning to my godmother, I asked her who this person was and she willingly told me that it was Park Arnold, the most famous missionary of the time. The moving picture show was followed by a vaudeville performance. I couldn't imagine how this was to affect my wish but that didn't hinder me any from enjoying the performance because I took especial delight in watching the exquisite dancing of the leading actress who was graceful beyond all description. Although rather short and inclined to be fat, she overcame this hindrance by the charm of her personality and the agility of her movements. Suddenly she stopped dancing, came toward the front ofthe stage, held out both hands, opened her mouth and began to sing a most pathetic litte ditty about preserving the walks that lead to the reservoir. As soon asI heard her voice, I jumped up excitedly and exclaimed, Why, thatis Ella McDowell! and almost fell over the balcony railing in my amazement. When the curtain came down on the vaudeville performance, my godmother asked me if I did not wish to see the rest of the Seniors. As that was my desire, I replied that I did. Placing me in her car, she took me down to the poorer section of the city. We stopped in front of an old shanty where we saw a large fleshy woman bending over a wash tub and up to her elbows in soap suds. As she heard us approaching, she looked up so suddenly that her wig, which was insecurely fastened on, fell over to one side, balanced lightly on the side of the tub and then fell into the water. A familiar smile greeted us and my godmother introduced me to Miss Cornelia Pratt. Then we started back to the wealthier part of the city and stopped in front ofa beautiful mansion. My godmother warned me to walk very cautiously and so we went and peeked in at the window. Inside they were holding a grand ball and as I was watching them I saw a distinguished looking lady dressed in silks and diamonds, with extremely high-heeled slippers, which, if truth be told, did make her look a. trifle top-heavy. As she danced a little nearer to the window through which we were looking, I readily recognized my old schoolmate, Erva Wraight, formerly the belle of West Hill, now the belle of this place.

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FRANKLIN ACADEMY HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL WANTED By Mr. Carl non-squeakable doors. By Miss Kuhnert, a new supply of unbreakable rulers. A Johnie Cake, Isabelle Peterson. A liniment to reduce a swelled head without injury to the hair, Ernest Kennedy. A secure pocket for peanuts when I go to gym. class, Victor Wraight. More foolish questions to ask in class, Reginald Thomas. Contributions of paper and pencils, and anything else that costs money, Mildred Brown. By Genevieve Boyd, a nice little Boy. Something to make me stop laughing, Edith Furgeson. A way to get to the farm, Park Arnold. An honest scrap, Delos Saunders. A cure for a broken heart, Herman Mattison. By Mr. Carl, another eye on the end of his thumb. C By Earl Potter, position as teacher in Franklin Academy with Miss Kuhnert as a pupil. By Jack McMannimon a larger window to crawl through. By Harry Bisbee, some one to hold my coat. IMPOSSIBILITY For Reginald to see a girl home. For Ernest to keep quiet. For Laura to jump the rope in gym class. For Ella to get to school in time. For Dimples to keep her mouth closed. For Ruby Smith and Sarah Polmanteer to separate. For Pete Prosser to take care of a calf. For Francis Foster to stop his incessant talking. Park to join either the army or navy. Margaret to keep her temper. Marjory K. to stay angry. Why does Rowena Smith like gym so well? Because, she takes so many walking exercises.