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

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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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6 THE PEPPER POT OUR RENDEZVOUS WITH PEACE It was during the dark ages of 1918 when we were staging our last fierce drive on the German lines. My comrades were falling fast around me, boys whom 1 had grown to love and respect. Three long years had I seen just this, until I too, longed to follow them. In the trenches that night I wondered how much longer this would go on; how much longer nations would hurl their might against each other, failing to understand the problems which they sought to solve in this fashion. As I lay thus pondering, while shells were whining over my head and bursting yonder with a dull boom. I heard the rustle of garments and a voice spoke low in my ear. “Some fair day, eleven years from now I shall call a rendezvous with Peace at your grave, when two great nations shall bow in humble reverence before your tomb, resolving to lay down their arms and guide a war stricken world to the throne of Peace.’’ That calm voice faded away amidst the din of bursting shells and I lay still, trying to imagine a peace seeking world. My reverie was halted abruptly at the sharp command of our captain. Within five minutes we wer to “go over the top”. At the end of five minutes we did “go over the top,” accompanied by the roar of artillery in the rear. Barely a second later I was conscious of p sharp pain in my chest, and then all was oblivion. Meanwhile. America laid to rest an unknown soldier in beautiful Arlington cemetery and there erected a shrine in grateful memory to all who died such a death. One bright day last fall I saw two men coming slowly with bowed heads, toward my tomb. One man, the one who carried a beautiful wreath, had gray hair, and the other lookecj a little younger but not less determined The grav-haired man placed the wreath on my tomb and the two men stood silently there for a moment. I knew then that this was the rendezvous with Peace which had been predicted back there in France, because the two men were Premier MacDonald and President Hoover My joy was complete, for I knew that there began a rendezvous with Peace in the presence of two great men; p

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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.