Watkins Glen High School - Senecan Oracle Yearbook (Watkins Glen, NY)

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THE PEPPER POT ■13 We Want More Articles for the Pepper Pot Any member of Watkins Glen High School can hand •in material for his school paper if he so desires. More students should be encouraged to contribute their literary work to the Pepper Pot. Here are the few rules which must be followed: 1. Contributions may be prose, poetry, essays, discussions, plays, nr jokes; this is left to the discretion of the student. 2. All contributions must be written in ink, on one side of the paper and submitted before March 1st. 3. All contributions shall be submitted with the understanding that the Board may publish such of them as it may desire. 4. The work will be examined by Mrs. Sapora, Miss iSouhan, Mr. Depew and the Editors. Why We Should Buy the Pepper Pot We all, whether from the Freshman, Sophomore Junior or Senior classes, training class or eighth grade should consider it our duty to buy the copies of the school paper. We certainly all enjoy reading', it, therefore we should purchase our own copy and not borrow that of a friend. Perhaps some of us lack school spirit and do not care for the merits which are expressed in this little paper. We should express our loyalty to our school and buy the Pepper Pot. School spirit is one of the most important features of school life and must be taken into consideration at all times and under all circumstances. Therefore if you have not already purchased your subscription, do so now! —Armida Sgrecci, ’28.

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12 THE PEPPER POT Junior Poem There is a class in Watkins Glen High That can pass all others by; The Juniors are the bunch we mean The merriest class we’ve ever seen. Our colors are blue and silver, Combined they are bright and shining, We’ve had them since our Freshman year, To us they’ve become very dear. Our president, Kenneth Patchen by name, In basketball has won much fame. He’s ever done the best he could As he’s said himself he’s always good. Our vice president is a pretty lass, The sweetest girl of all the class, Betty, pretty, blue-eyed, jolly To tell her pranks, it would be folly. Mary Walsh is secretary, A bright eyed girl and always merry. And as treasurer we have found Louis Smith is safe and sound. There’s Dorothy Emmons, a true actress, Much real talent does she possess. On the girls’ team of basketball, Thelma Campbell is first of all. All of us are quick to learn, But what we get we really earn. While Carolyn and Evelyn, a witty twain Set the goal toward which we aim. So give three cheers for the Junior class And wish them well, each lad and lass. Drink long and deep for the success Of the J—U—N—I—O—B—S. —Glenn Rapalee, ’21).

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14 THE PEPPER POT When It’s Christmas Us kids always has the mostest fun at Christmas. Johnny says he wisht it was Christmas all the time but I’m glad ’tisn’t ’cause then it wouldn’t be different an’ that’s why I like Christmas—’cause it’s different. They don’t anybuddy scold or growl at Christmas time. Every-buddv jist smiles an’ looks secret like. We had Christmas ex’cises at school las’ Friday an’ we singed songs like “Silent Night” an’ I speaked a piece about shepherds seem’ a star an’ bearin’ a angel savin’ “Peace On Earth” or sumpin’ like that. After we all speaked a man all stuffed up like Santy Clause come in. Johnny used to tell me they warn’t no Santy Claus. I didn’t like him to say that ’cause I thought they was a Santy but now I know ’cause that man was Kathern’s uncle with whiskers an’ a pillow in his stum-mick that he had to hold up. I asked mother if he was the Santy Claus that comes to our house an’ she saidr “Yes”, but she was jist purtendin’ cause Johnny an’ me found a lot a things in the clothescloset in a box that was on the Christmas tree this mornin’ so Santy don’t bring them at all but just mother and daddy. But we didn’t let on ’cause mother has such fun purtendin’ an’ we don’t want to spoil Christmas. Saturday we got our Christmas tree, Johnny an’ me an’ daddy. It was awful purty, all covered with a lot of sparkly snow. I almost didn’t want daddy to cut it down but Johnny said it would look even purtier with tinsel an presents on it. Yestiddy was Sunday an’ the day ’fore Christmas. I almost couldn’t wait, hardly. Johnny an’ me, we couldn’t even slide down hill cause it was Sunday. Las’ night after we went to bed I couldn’t go to sleep so I went an’ looked out the window where the moon was a-shinin’ on the ground all white an’ purty. I could see ever’thin’ just as plain as day. They was snow on the trees an’ snow on the ground an’ snow on everythin’ an’ the purtiest colored sparkles shinin’ everywhere. The stars was all sp xrklin’ too an’ I thought about the