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

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8 THE PEPPER POT Miss Scobey is my latin teacher. I fear I shall not pass. She leadeth me to express my ignorance before the class for my grade’s sake. Yea, though I study day and night I shall learn no Latin. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I shall get no comfort from my Latin work. Caesar, thy chapters they trouble me. Thou preparest examinations for me, which thou knowest will be hard for me to pass. Thou presenteth my grade before the faculty, my reputation is darkened. Surely 30’s and 40’s shall follow me all the days of mv life arid I shall pursue the course of Latin forever. X.Y.Z. ’31 ------------o------------ WHICH? There are two classes of people on earth to-dav; Just two classes of people no more, I say. Not the sinners and saints, for it’s well understood The good are half bad and the bad are half good. Not the rich and the poor, for to rate a man’s wealth, One must first know the state of his conscience and health. Not the humble and proud, for in life’s little span, Who puts on vain airs is not counted a man. Not the happy and sad, for the swift flying years— Brings each man his laughter and each man Ins tears. No; the two kinds of people on earth I mean, Are the people who lift and the people who lean. Wherever vou go, you will find the earth’s masses Are always divided in just these two classes. And, oddlv enough, you will find too, I ween, There’s only one lifter to twenty who lean. In which class are you? Are you easing the load Of overtaxed lifters who toil down the road? Or are you a leaner who lets others share Your portion of study with no worry or care? Or do you hope to get by with a swagger and sway Toward that goal of Knowledge, the desired stairway? —Florence Weaver.

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THE PEPPER POT 7 rendezvous which would continue until they should make their last effort to disarm a world hardened with war debt. Those two men, as well as many others, say that it will be the youth of the world who will finally bring about World Peace. That includes high school boys and girls of to-day. It is also our rendezvous and before us lies that torch which “If ye fail, we shall not sleep, though poppies grow in Flanders Fields!” G.P.B. ’30 SUCCESS Success! is there a word more thrilling to the heart? More stirring to the soul? To know that you have done your best And knowing this rejoice and be alive, And then to see the seeds that you alone have sown Spring forth in one great glorious tree, To hear a voice so faint and yet so strong Whisper the words which make your very being rise and meet the clouds, “Well done!” No sweeter words nor louder praise could be in all the world For him who’s tried his best and won. GLEE CLUB NOTES The High School Glee Club, under the supervision of Mrs. Love, meets each Wednesday noon at twenty minutes of one in the study hall. Roll call is taken according to classes in high school. Here is a chance to show your class spirit—a chance to help your class to score! There are many students who come regularly. That is fine but we need more voices. We need boys’ voices especially. Come on, boys, don’t let those girls beat us! The Glee Club needs you and you need the Glee Club —so remember Wednesday noon at 12:40.

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THE PEPPER POT 9 A CHRISTMAS FAIRY TALE Outside the snow was falling fast, covering the world with a white blanket, the trees already heavily laden. It was such a cold night that everyone stayed at home. Inside our house, the fire in the fire-place was burning brightly, giving the room a red tint. All the lights were out as the fireplace gave sufficient light. The only occupants of the room were the dog and I. My folks had gone to a nearby city to finish their Christmas shopping, and had not returned. Christmas was nearly here—only two days away. “Just to think that I used to believe in Santa Claus. Who eyer thought of the idea of Santa Claus anyway ? I certainly must have been a fool to have believed it. Well, why worry? It will not bother me any more.” I thought aloud. The room became very hot. Mv book was so uninteresting that 1 did not know what to do with myself until my parents came back. “What’s that?” I exclaimed, as I heard a noise coming from the roof. “Is some one trying to get in?” Something came rattling down the chimney and before my eyes stood a fat man, dressed as the pictures of Santa Claus. Was I seeing things? I must be asleep. I rubbed my eyes, but still he stood there. “So you are the girl who doesn’t believe in me, are you? Well, we will see about it. Come with me and ask no questions.” he commanded crossly. He took me with him to the roof. A large airplane stood waiting for him. He placed me in the seat and we took off. After an hour or so of silence, we arrived on top of a mountain covered with snow. A few feet away from the plane stood a large solemn looking house. When we reached the house the door was opened by a small woman. She conducted us to a large room filled with show cases. In the back was a large bench. The cases were filled with vanity-cases, rouge compacts, lip-sticks, dresses, shoes and the like.