1919 Juniata High School
Published by the Senior Class
Mary Elizabeth Scherer
To whom this book is respectfully dedicated
P. E. Gettis, Science
M. B. Wineland, Superintendent
J. T. Ruhl, Principal
F. R. Pecht, Mathematics
R. H. Stewart, French and History
M. E. Scherer, English
S. E. White, Latin
C. M. Smith, Commercial
The Senior Class
Motto: Yield Not to Difficulty
Class Flower: American Beauty Rose
Class Colors: Blue and White
Carrol R. Fink, President
Margaret Griffith, SecretaryA. Margaret Lees, Vice-President
Harold E. Reed, Treasurer
Annual Staff Personnel
William P. Knode, Associate Editor
Norman F. Lane, Editor in Chief
For the past four years, there has been banded together a company of the youth of Juniata, known as the class of 1919. As one individual we have struggled onward, ever striving for the goal which we have so gloriously won. Now, since we have accomplished our aim it is without fear or favor we endeavor to place before you the history of the Class of 1919.
Freshman Year, 1915-16
In the year 1915, at the season when Mother nature was changing her fresh summer garments for the more gaudy hues of fall, there appeared along the paths which lead to our abode of knowledge an element which, contrary to the surrounding conditions, was exceedingly fresh and green. This element approached with slow and timid steps, the towering mass of red brick. Oh, how large were our feet, and where should we put our hands? How we tried to appear inconspicuous if a Senior passed by! With what startled looks did we regard the laughing Sophomores, as that elated piece of humanity hurried to see it "pulled over" on the "poor unsuspecting Freshie," On entering the building we wandered aimless about the hall, taking in everything with open-eyed astonishment.
We were assigned to classes, directed to our recitation rooms, and given text books. Thus began our High School career, a life replete with joys and sorrows, but one with whose associations we will not willingly part.
The first social affair of our Freshman year was a Hallowe'en party. Unlike the affairs of the former Freshmen Classes in the earlier stages of civilization, ours was left undisturbed, and all voted it a very pleasing diversion.
Days arrived with unerring regularity and passes [sic] swiftly on into oblivion. 'Tis true we were the subjects of many jokes pulled off by the "upper crust," and the worry of many teachers, but it is also true that we have not and will not part with the recollections of those days.
So when Nature again had blossomed forth and the Class picnic was over, we left the source of knowledge, ready for vacation. Some of us left with all our credits, some minus our conduct credits, and the dreamers dreamed on. But we all dreamed of how we'd hurry back to fool the "Freshies."
Sophomore Year, 1916-17
Early one October morning, in 1916, a certain group of people were awakened with the announcement that vacation was over. Yes, we were Sophomores, and we got there on time. We fooled the "Freshies" just as every Sophomore class had done before us. Then we settled down to study.
During the year we renewed our acquaintance with our various friends, such as Algebra, Caesar, English and so on. We met one new one in which all took an interest, Biology.
By the careful guidance of Mr. Whiting we were analyzing flowers and wild beasts and taming insects. Needless to say, the beasts and insects enjoyed it - we, also.
In search of a superfluous store of knowledge, we hiked to the "Kettle." After several hours search thru swamp and wood, we arrived at Highland Park. There in the cool fragrance of the leafy trees, we proceeded to make merry by dancing, playing games and by eating "Nabiscoes." Although the dancing pavilion might have been built for a dancing floor, it now assumed the appearance of a gravity road, and the piano which played such an important part, looked as though Columbus had brought it over here, when he discovered America. It sounded as though it had never been tuned since. But with the splendid touch the pianist added to the music, the dancers managed to get over the uneven floor like the waves of the ocean. The afternoon proved a most pleasant one, and will be remembered as one of the brightest spots of our Sophomore year.
An important social event of the year was a reception tendered our teacher Mr. Gavey, on his resignation. After an evening of games and dancing, the class and their guests gathered in the banquet hall where a dainty repast was served.
Thru the whole year the Sophomores worked hard, and their efforts bode fair to eclipse all records. Then as summer vacation came round again, the class picnic was held at Lakemont Park. We had finished two years of our course and went sailing on with higher ambitions and aspirations.
Junior Year, 1917-18
After three months of rest and pleasure in 1917 the class again returned. A great change had swept over them during the vacation, and from a bunch of backward kids, they had developed into a sociable lot of young ladies and gentlemen.
The first few days were spent in renewing old friendships, instructing the Freshmen, and prompting the Sophomores. But as the days wore on we concluded that Chemistry class was a good place to recite, laugh and sleep; that the laboratory was a relief to tired nerves, if not to tired feet, and also a perfectly safe place, as long as you listed to "Phebe" once in a while; that Plane Geometry became less hazy and more "plain" as we went along; that Virgil was delightful, and that American Literature class was great as long as "Mary Elizabeth" ready poetry.
We began to count up our credits, and heed the maxim, "never put off until tomorrow what you can do today."
Things progressed rather quietly until the latter part of October, when the Juniors received an invitation from the Senior Class to a Hallowe'en party to be held in Bellwood. The main feature of the evening was dancing, although the "eats," (gingerbread and punch) were in no wise forgotten.
A patriotic parade was held on November six, 1917, in which the 1918 Seniors turned out in cap and gown. We, the Juniors, represented the Red Cross division. Our class banner, "The Blue and White" which was carried in the parade, was unfurled. Several attempts on the part of the Seniors were made to secure the banner. Of course we resented this, and there ensued an exciting, though bloodless "War of 1917." The Juniors held their stiff front, which the Seniors were unable to penetrate and the colors were saved.
Early in February the live spirits of the class began to get astir and as a result on the Fourteenth of February, the girls of the class gave a Valentine dance in the I.O.O.F. Hall, to the boys of the class, and friends.
On the nights of April eighteenth and nineteenth, the class play entitled, "Lost - A Chaperon" was staged in the Juniata Theatre. The scene was laid in a quiet, peaceful and beautiful camp on the lake shore. The girls of the cast had a great deal of artificial face scenery and other make-up that was truly "magnoleous." The leading boys of the cast were three fellows, rather wild and dissipated looking who appeared as lumbermen. Altogether considering all things in their proper order, the thing was a great success financially, ecstatically, dramatically, and egotistically.
Lessons were not forgotten and it was with chattering teeth that some looked forward to the final examinations.
On April twenty-second, Miss Gettig and Mr. Hammond took the class for a hike up the Wopsy incline.
Then last but not least, came the Junior picnic held at "Point View." This outing was delightfully successful and was well attended.
Senior Year, 1918-1919
Again the colors of the foliage had changed, but no longer, were we green looking objects as we approach the old J. H. S. We were Seniors, dignified (?) Seniors! It does not require pretense to assume the airs with which we marched thru the halls. We were aware of our importance, but it took the faculty only a few days to convince us of our responsibilities. Then we set to work to fulfill their expectations.
The weather in the fall of '18 was fine. Accordingly the class planned and enjoyed a wiener roast at Gwin's station. The wieners were fine, the place was enchanting, the moon was beautiful, and the walk was miserable. But, overcoming all obstacles, the evening was turned into a huge success.
Plans were then furthered for the Junior and Senior Masquerade party. It was held in the High School building. Characters of all descriptions were present, the faculty starring in roles of staid Puritan maids, and entrancing colonial dancers. Needless to say, the affair was enjoyed to the utmost extent.
This social affair was followed by as masquerade dance in the Y.M.I. Hall given by the Sophomores to the Seniors. >From eight o'clock on, the masqueraders, representing every known class of society, arrived. With the unmasking the affair came to a climax. After a fine program of dancing, at twelve the evening's pleasures came to a close.
Sometime later the Freshmen gave the Seniors a party in the High School building, which every one enjoyed in the fullest sense of the word.
In the midst of all this social flurry the Seniors did not forget to work and with a grim determination they strove manfully to tighten their grasp on the coveted diplomas.
The Christmas vacation over, the Seniors returned to school, keyed to the highest pitch of expectancy, for in a short time, they would organize and elect their officers. Finally, one morning Principal Ruhl announced that nominations were in order for the different officers. After much balloting, the officers were elected.
In the twilight of March fourth, the boys of 1919 beautified the High School building by placing the numerals "1919" on the roof with enamel. The School Board and faculty didn't seem to appreciate this skilled workmanship, which can hardly be surpassed by the greatest artists of the day, and Principal Ruhl kindly asked the boys to remove the numerals. The boys willingly submitted to his order and had them painted over.
For some time after this, a spirit of unrest pervaded the student body until some unknown person defaced the sidewalk of the High School with the numerals "20." The Board and faculty scared the lower class, and things of the sort have not been attempted since then.
Social festivities followed, "affair" after "affair" and "stunt" after "stunt" till the close of Commencement week.
The race is run, the goal is reached, the reward is waiting for the conquerors. Commencement week, with its round of pleasures and diversions dawns happily for all. The past is gone, often to be recalled, but never to be remade. As you look back over the past four years of a life full of joys and sorrows, of trials and difficulties, one can say theirs was a "race well run." What we did in the past can no longer be held against us. What we do in the future lies wholly within ourselves. The future with out-stretched arms before us, we pass together bravely toward the coveted goal, into the waiting portals of progress.
Let us hope that we will not be entirely forgotten, but will linger in the memories of our Alma Mater, as we are certain we shall never forget the good old J.H.S. We have struggled and now realize that we have profited by our four years of joyous companionship under the Blue and White.
But, now, we leave its sheltering portals, departing into active life, fully determined to "yield not unto Difficulty."
The Last Will and Testament of the Class of 1919.
We, the illustrious class of 1919, being of sound and disposing mind and memory and realizing to the fullest extent the frailities of this earthly abode, do hereby make and publish this, our last will and testament, in order, as justly as may be, to distribute our interests in the world among our successors.
We, the Senior Class of 1919, bestow upon the Class of 1920 our good name and "pep." We also will them our old class banner which they wanted so badly that they climbed to the roof for it.
To the Class of 1921 we will $25.00 (twenty-five dollars) to give a dance.
To 1922 our sister class we will all our party decorations which will be found somewhere in the basement book-room.
Item: To Herbert Russel some of Slim Reed's surplus flesh.
Item: To Dorothy Stone, Carolyn Cox's curly hair.
Item: To Miriam Renninger, Sue Hammon's voice.
Item: To the School Board a revised edition on dancing.
Item: To the Class of 1920 the class of 1919's
spirit for "doing things" and their pull with the school-board.
Item: To anyone who wants them the Senior boys' "Katy" hats.
Item: To Professors Wineland and Ruhl, the three yards of manuscript that was given to each one of the Senior boys, so they won't have to go to the trouble of having them reprinted next year.
Item: To the School Board $50.00 in U.S. currency for the purpose of purchasing high-chairs for the incoming Freshman Class.
Item: To Burton Grove, the quiet little Freshman, who loves the Senior girls, a big hug from each girl.
Item: To Marguerite Bathgate or Beryl Earnest, Marietta Moore's seat in Chapel.
In witness whereof, we, the Senior Class of 1919 do hereby set our hand and seal.
A. FAY KINCH, '19
It was the year 1935. I left my two old class-mates Mildred and Carolyn in charge of our cozy little cottage along the Hudson and started on a long journey, I knew not where. Mildred was Mrs. Vanderbilt's private secretary, and Carolyn was the greatest American poetess.
I started for New York City. On the train I sat beside a man who looked familiar to me, but I thought it was only my imagination. Then I noticed that the ring on his little finger corresponded to mine. Sure enough, it was my old school-mate Bill Knode. He said he had just come from Princeton University where he had spent the week end with our old Class President, Carroll Fink, who was a the head of the Science Department at the University. He said Carroll had a string of degrees to his name a mile long but was still an old bachelor. I then asked him what he was doing. He said he and Bill McKinney were Architects with the same firm and were building aviation stations at present. He said he was still single but Bill McKinney was married long ago.
As I was walking up Broadway a large department store attracted my attention. At the front of the store in large gold letters I read, "Melvin L. Kauffman and sons." Could this store belong to my old class-mate Melvin? I inquired and sure enough it was Melvin's store. Melvin always wanted a large family and by the way the sign read he was succeeding.
I thought I would go to the Hippodrome and see the two modern "Castles" that were taking the civilized world by storm with their fancy dancing. When the curtain went up who do you suppose came whirling out on the stage? Why Margey and Gus. Now I remembered. Everything in New York was Kjellman. There were Kjellman suits, Kjellman shoes, Kjellman dinners, Kjellman neckties, Kjellman dress, Kjellman perfumes and Kjellman was the name of the most popular song. Everything was Kjellman and no wonder; such perfect dancing I had never seen. Margey was just as winsome as she had been in the school days and Gus was the same old Gus.
I had a little business to attend to so I went to a lawyer's office. The lawyer wasn't in but his private secretary was and I recognized her right away as Ruth Krider. I asked Ruth if she ever heard from any of the class. She said she heard from Clarissa quite often. I then asked about Clarissa. She said, "Don't you remember? Clarissa was married right after she graduated." She also told me that Clarissa had a family and was still living in Juniata.
As I had to have some new dresses to take along on my journey, I inquired where I should go and was directed to a little dress shop on Fifth Avenue. When I entered the shop a very Frenchy looking personage came up to me and asked if I wished to look at some of her dresses. Who do you suppose it was? Why, Arintha Stone. She and Aileen had the most exclusive French shop in New York. I looked at quite a number of their dresses, but could only afford to buy one little blouse. Such a gorgeous shop! I asked the girls if they ever heard from their cousin Jean. They said Jean was married to an Ensign and was living at Palm Beach.
The Greatest American pianist was to be in the city and play at the Conservatory. I was very much surprised to find that the artist was my old class-mate Marietta Moore. Etz had won fame, fortune, and a husband for herself.
I left New York and started for Chicago. While I was reading the evening paper on the train I was attracted by large headlines which read "All Automobile Speed Records Broken by Speed King Jess Wineland." He had made 160 miles an hour. There was also a picture of his wife and five children in the paper.
In the same paper I also saw that Charles Zerbe had been made cartoonist for the "New York Sun" and was also chief illustrator for the "American Magazine."
While glancing over the marriage license record of one of my old home papers, I noticed that a license had been granted to my old class-mate Beatrice Packer. At last Beatrice could use the cooking utensils she bought when she was a Senior.
On my way to Chicago I stopped off at a girl's school and found the Dean of the School to be no other than our pretty little class secretary, Margaret Griffith. Margaret did not have the rosy cheeks she had in the old school days and she had rather a sad but always sweet look. I found out from other teachers at the school that Margaret had been disappointed in love and had never gotten over it. I asked Margaret if she ever heard from Beatrice Price. She said she did, and that Beatrice was living in New Jersey and was some noted Attorney's private secretary.
When I landed in Chicago I found that the largest Chautauqua in the world was there. I went and of course noticed on the program "Mary Thompson - elocutionist," but I never once thought of it being my little brunette class-mate, but it was, just the same. Mary was a noted elocutionist. After the performance I went back to her dressing room and you can imagine how glad we were to see each other. She said her home was in Chicago, and that I just had to make her a little visit. Outside a large limousine was waiting for her and inside her husband. Mary was married, Mary, the man hater of our class was married! She had married a wealthy Chicago jeweler but she kept up her profession for her own amusement and was known by her maiden name. She said "Hutchy" came out to take charge of a Kindergarten but soon deserted it for a husband and kindergarten of her own.
I had some trouble with my baggage at Chicago. I went to one of the baggage offices to see about it and much to my surprise found Hazel Shew, who was an expert typist.
I bought a "Popular Science" magazine to read on the train as I continued my journey west. On the front page of the magazine was a picture of the most famous Scientist of the day, "John Sanderson." John always was a genius. He went through High School in three years. He had invented many electrical devices which come under the class of modern improvements.
Something was wrong with the train. There was a delay of some sort or other. The conductor came around and said it would be some time before we could go, and if we wished we could get off the train and look around. I got off and not far from the train was a beautiful big white farm house. I never was keen about farms but as there wasn't anything else around I thought I would give it the once over. At the back of the house a very large woman dressed in the height of fashion was churning butter. I recognized her right away as being my old class-mate, Sue. In the old days Sue's greatest ambition was to have the very latest style clothes and marry a farmer. Her dream had come true.
I soon found myself in sunny California. While crossing one of the streets I was slightly hit by an auto. The driver happened to be no other than Dr. Harold Earl Reed, our old class treasurer. Slim hadn't shrunk an inch. When he told me he was a doctor I remembered how he used to help the undertaker when he was in school and realized that he was still helping him. He said I must come with him and see his home. So I did. Dr. Slim had a perfectly beautiful home and was married to a little blond moving picture actress. Dr. Slim said "you can't imagine who is going to sing at the opera tonight?" Naturally I could not. "Do you remember Agony?" he asked. I did. Pauline Brumbaugh had become one of the best Contralto singers in the Country. But there were still more surprises at the concert that Dr. Slim did not know of. Betty Erhard was shining as one of the highest soprano singers in the world.
Mae Wolfinger was also located in California. She was Mary Pickford's private secretary.
After I had been to California I decided to go to China. I was strolling through one of those beautiful flower laden gardens when I heard music coming from a nearby house. I stepped up to one of the low windows and what a picture I beheld! There was Myrtle with a group of real live Chinese children all about her. She was teaching these children a little American song, and Oh, how those tiny doll children were watching and loving her.
My next stop was Italy. In a large dreary ancient library whom should I meet but Herman. Herman was translating all the Latin manuscript he could get hold of into the English language, and was thoroughly enjoying himself.
I then went to France and there I met Emily and Evangeline. They were both in the same War Orphan Hospital making little hears happy.
England was my last stop. I had a guide take me around to the different places of interest. We stopped in front of a large white castle with extensive grounds and shrubbery all about it. "That is the Lane mansion." The guide told me. "The Lane mansion?" I asked. "Yes, Norman F. Lane, the wealthy "Gents Furnishing' supply man." Then I remembered that "Shady" had come over to England and started in business. "Is he married" I asked, "and does his wife have red cheeks?" My guide assured me that his wife was a very beautiful woman. Shady never like the American girls because he said they never had enough natural color in their cheeks.
On my homeward voyage my thoughts went back to all my classmates. How happy they all were. How they were scattered in all parts of the world, and what prominent and helpful positions they all had.
A. FAY KINCH, '19
We want the business men of Juniata and Altoona to know that the students of the Juniata High School consider them "good sports." In a period universally conceded to be one of general business depression, they have invested in this publication. Seldom did our solicitors meet with refusal.
Now can you, the readers of this book play your part as well as the business-men? We have told them that we will do everything possible to make the closing part of the book attractive. The day of complimentary advertising should be, if it is not already, over. Suppose you break over the traces of tradition and read what we have to say in our advertisements.
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