1920 Juniata High School Log
Juniata, Blair County, PA
FRANCES R. PECHT
To whom this book is
Our friend and teacher who departed this life April 1, 1917.
The Senior Class
Motto: "We Build the Ladder by Which We Climb"
Class Flower: "Sweet Pea"
Class Colors" "Brown and White"
Willard Martin, President
Pauline Werner, Vice President
Beryl Ernest, Secretary
Paul Amigh, Treasurer
Albert Green, Jokes
Georgiana Shadle, Art
Helen Geist, Historian
Esther Lockwood, Prophet
Come, let me take you on Memory's ship, back to October, 1916. You will see faces which have grown very familiar to you in the last four years; faces which you will not forget, for, strange to say, they recall little escapades that made vivid impressions upon the minds of our High School Faculty, as well as upon our classmates. And, so you will find in the History of the Class of "1920," along with the facts and statistics, much humor and a little fiction.
It was a dark, gloomy, disagreable day in October, 1916, when a body of Freshmen might be seen slowly wending their way to that huge mass of red bricks which enclosed the word "Knowledge." That day was the climax of many anxious days and sleepless nights. We had looked forward to the time when we would become members of the J.H.S. Now that grand and glorious day had come, and we were there in our full glory to enjoy it. We were directed to our rooms and given textbooks. That is how our High School career began.
They say, "variety is the spice of life," and variety of teachers was the spice of our Freshman year. We scarcely got acquainted with one teacher, until we were introduced to a new one.
We, like all other Freshman, had to walk the straight and narrow way, until on May 15th, we were given the privilege of holding a party in the school. We behaved so well at our party that the Faculty condescended to let us have a picnic, which was held at Wopsy, June 2d. The biggest event of the day was the wreck on the Wopsy which made no end of trouble for a few of the class who disobeyed their "mammas" and did not come home on the first train, as they were supposed to do. When they finally arrived, long past the midnight hour, at the Wopsy station, they were greeted by angry "fathers," who found no lack of words in their vocabulary to express their pent-up feelings, caused by the hours of waiting on the Wopsy platform.
So, with no further events of importance, our year closed and we passed on to the safe haven of the Sophomore Class, from which we could look forward with anticipation to the time when we could usher in a Freshman Class in their green and callow youth.
Mother Nature, by changing her costume from green to brown and red, proclaimed to us that it was time to settle down to our winter's work. So when the school bell rang out clear and loud, it was with willing hearts we said farewell to our vacation days and returned to the school room to greet our classmates and teachers, with the noble desire in our hearts to be a real help (?) to the Freshmen.
Our Sophomore year was a year of all work and no play - the only social event of the year being a masquerade party in the Juniata Fire Hall.
This year speaks of quality not quantity, and with fear of detracting from that quality, I will refrain from further comment.
Again vacation months swiftly passed, and on September 3 the school bell called us again to the halls of learning. We were somewhat older, and felt much wiser. However, Juniors though we were, we were treated on an equality with every one else, for on October 6, Mr. Reed opened wide the doors and windows and "influenza," and we had to vacate for a month. We must admit, though, that our vacation was appreciated, and it was with some reluctance that we again returned and took up our work as a stern duty; but we looked forward with pleasure to the social events we knew would be ours.
The Seniors were the first to see our need of a little diversion from work, and, on November 15, gave the Juniors a party in the school. It was much enjoyed, but made us feel we needed a little more experience in social etiquette. So, on December 13, the Juniors gave a party at the school.
The next event of importance was on February 5, when the Seniors, feeling that the Juniors were gaining too much ground and popularity, decided to show their existence by putting their numerals and banner on the roof of the school. However, the Junior boys thought this showed too much boldness and quietly removed them.
On March 4, some one showed his partiality for the Junior Class by printing their numerals on the sidewalk. We appreciated the compliment, but it caused our boys, who were accused of doing it, to be suspended from school.
On March 28, a bazar was given at the school, the proceeds of which were used to frame pictures, which now hang in each room of the building.
Then came the event of the season, the Junior play, "Kicked Out of College," given in the Juniata Theatre on April 16 and 17. The girls recovered from the shock of facing too much powder and the boys from the shock of overwork, and all were feeling capable of repeating it on April 21. It was repeated for the benefit of the Memorial Fund, and it was with great pleasure that the Juniors handed a neat little sum to the Memorial Committee.
The bright spring days found the boys on the athletic field at their favorite sport - baseball. On May 7, although younger (but of course better looking), our boys gave the Seniors a problem in baseball they could not solve.
May 26, we dressed in our best, and looked our prettiest, and escorted the Seniors to their Class Day exercises. There we received the blessings of the Seniors, also their banner, very much worn by battles in which we were no mean participants. Then, with bright visions of how we would look and act when we were Seniors, we laid aside our work to enjoy bright vacation days. We decided to start our vacation days aright, and on May 28, gave a banquet to the Seniors at Caum's Cafe. We buried the hatchet and swore life peace with the Senior Class of 1919.
We started our career as Seniors on September 2, and, realizing that we had much to learn, since this was our last year in the public schools, we settled down to burning the midnight oil. This accounts for the scarcity of social events.
The first was the return of the Alumni Orchestra on September 15. Why did they return? Because of a homesick feeling, no doubt.
On October 31, the Seniors, remembering how it feels to be little, overworked Juniors, decided to brighten things for them a bit, and so gave them a reception in the school.
Nothing more of importance occurred until January 20, when the class organized and on January 29 selected the class rings.
From this time on things moved along quietly, to all outward appearances, but it was with fear and trembling that we counted our credits and looked forward with dread to the final examinations. But, even with these dark shadows hanging over us, the bright prospect of at last possessing our worked for and longed-for diplomas cheered us. We went merrily forward, "Building the Ladder by Which We Climb."
Helen E. Geist, '20.
We, the Class of Nineteen-twenty (most of us), being of sound mind, memory and understanding, do hereby publish this, our last will and testament; and distribute among our successors such things as the Fates (and we ourselves) have given us, namely:
To the Class of 1921 we bestow both our brown and white banner, also the blue and white banner of the Class of 1919, with the understanding that the custom be continued. Also our method of "committing poetry," and our Senior privileges.
To the Class of 1922 we bequeath such drugs as will be necessary to overcome the fainting habit.
Our good standing with our Principal, our ability to do mathematics, our diligence and good behavior we bequeath to the Class of '23.
Item: To Dot Stone, Marguerite Bathgate's seat in chapel. (We know she would get it anyway.)
Item: To any girl in High School, Ted Locke's dimples.
Item: To Dick Ferry and Merle Gates, of '23, a cake of "Magic" yeast, each, to make them grow.
Item: To Rex McKinney, the Sophomore hero, a medal for bravery, also a stretcher.
Item: To Miss Scherer, relief from "Police Duty."
Item: To next year's Sophs, the right to "lord it over" the Freshmen, tease them, haze them, guide them, that they may be some day worth of being called "Sophomores."
Item: To Burton Grove, some of Al Greene's excess height.
Item: Eighty-five cents to Jimmy Lower, to buy any rag-time record he wants.
Item: To any one who will take them, the Senior girls' ukuleles; also "The Billboard" and "The Burglars."
Item: To Miriam Lower, Mary Sayers' excess weight.
Item: To Mr. dean, a better Virgil Class (poor man, he sure needs it).
We wish to express our thanks to the School Board for the number of parties we were allowed during the term, and for the many privileges (such as dancing).
We bequeath to the Faculty, as a whole, many more such classes as we were.
To Miss Pecht, for her use and benefit, we bequeath all the rest of our property, of whatever nature, kind or quality; hoping that she may cherish our memory as a class.
We do hereby appoint Miss Ruby Heller as the sole executrix of this our last will and testament.
In witness whereof, we, the Class of Nineteen Hundred Twenty, have set our hands and seal, on this, the first of April, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and twenty.
(Signed) THE CLASS OF NINETEEN TWENTY.
The first part of our Freshman year, 1916, was uneventful, except for a farewell party held at the home of our classmate, Elizabeth Stover. Those who were present enjoyed themselves to the utmost and were sorry when the time came to depart. The class presented her with a beautiful silver purse.
During the first part of February, '17, the white cover that winter delivered helped us to enjoy a sledding party to Hollidaysburg. The dainty lunches packed by the girls, "for two," were very pleasing to the appetites of all, especially the boys.
The spring of '17 brought the memorable June second, our Freshman picnic, chaperoned by Miss Irvine and Miss Robb. We landed safely upon the top of the mountain, "full o' pep" for the day. Dancing and other sports were enjoyed. One interesting feature was the "Gypsies," who seemed very treacherous, crying: "Me kiley you." They did not linger in our midst, however, and the good times continued. The first group was delayed, going home, on account of a "wreck ahead," causing the second group to remain upon the mountain until rather late. They were accompanied home by a fierce thunder storm, but were, nevertheless, jolly.
The Sophomore year brought a few more events. September 17 brought a greatly enjoyed hike, chaperoned by Miss Gettig, our science teacher. The roasted potatoes and boiled corn were served in "hand-to-mouth" style. The shadows began to creep upon us and made the ghost stories very thrilling. We reached our homes at any early hour in the evening, extremely worn out.
Our next event was a Hallowe'en party, November 2, '17. Many beautiful, unique, and comic costumes were displayed. A dainty lunch, suiting the occasion, was served, accompanied by "cider." It seemed as though Father Time made the hours go faster, for when twelve bells sounded, all were astonished, but "rules must be obeyed."
We had another hike in May, '18, to Pinecroft, under the supervision of Miss Gettig. The purpose was to obtain subjects for the study of Biology. We found few objects, but much pleasure and many varieties of beautiful flowers. Another tired but cheerful bunch arrived in Juniata early in the evening.
Our class was more successful in the social events of our Junior year. We began the term by a moonlight hike to Ivyside on September 13, 1918. The odor of the wieners roasting and sputtering gave every one an appetite that was soon satisfied. The crowd wandered home with a slower step than was used in going to Ivyside.
An event that gave some of us pleasure was the closing of school from October 6, until November 7, on account of the "flu."
When we returned from the "flu" vacation, we received the news that the Seniors were to give us a party in the school building on November 15. It was a great success, being a masquerade affair, and brightened the beginning of work after a vacation. The members of both classes enjoyed the event. The banquet was served in the hall of the second floor, decorated to suit the occasion.
Thinking that we needed something to break the monotony of our work, we decided to give a party to our friends in the school building. We proceeded, each person inviting a friend. The commercial room was transformed into a pleasure hall for the evening, and the laboratory into a banquet hall. Everybody took part in the games and gave a sigh of regret when the hour for departure arrived.
Work progressed through the holidays. Every one was busy with his studies and hadn't time to think of social events. But "all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy," so the Faculty announced, with pleasure, that we were to prepare for a bazaar in the school building on March 28. We prepared, making fancy work, candy and doing other "odd jobs," so that we came out "on top" financially in the end. The funds were used to beautify the school, by purchasing pictures that now hang upon the walls in our class rooms.
A long-prepared-for event that gave us both pleasure and funds was a play, given by our class at the Juniata Theatre, April 16, 17 and 21. Our boys and girls were camouflaged to the utmost, but looked and acted their best, nevertheless. The first two nights were a wonderful success, so we were asked to repeat it for the benefit of the Memorial Fund. The third night also proved a success, and the participants in the play were almost living their parts, so it seemed real.
The season for outside sports arrived on time, so the Seniors, well practiced, challenged our boys to a game of baseball. The Junior Class was well represented with "rooters," as was also the Senior Class, so the boys played vigorously. They all played well, but the Juniors won, defeating the Seniors thoroughly.
During this time we were preparing for our final examinations and wondering if we could soon claim the title of "Senior" (at least we were working for it). We had no more parties until May 26, 1919, for were were trying to climb to the top of the ladder. On this date we escorted the Seniors to the I.O.O.F. Hall, in which they held their class day exercises. We tried to look our best, and smiled when a rebuke came our way, but took no offense, as we wished to part in peace. We received our instructions for the future from the Class of '19 and also their blue and white war-torn banner that they fought so hard to protect. This even was enjoyed by all the other classes as well as by the Seniors.
The gates of the "House of Knowledge" closed on May 27, '19, and a class that entered as Juniors were transformed by the Fates into Seniors.
We, wishing to show our appreciation, good will and respect for the departing Seniors, held a banquet in their honor in the Lincoln Room at Caum's. The room was decorated in the characteristic colors of both classes - blue and white, and brown and white. Toasts were given by Mr. Ruhl, Miss Scherer, Miss Gettig, Carroll Fink, William Knode, Willard Martin, and Kenneth Locke. Dancing was the main feature and was enjoyed even by those who did not participate in it. "Home, Sweet Home," was played by the orchestra at twelve o'clock. then the past Seniors of '19 and the future Seniors of '20 made a final parting, the first group ready for their life's work, and the second group still climbing.
The vacation passed very quickly, and instead of (as in the year of '16) a group of green-looking boys and girls, a group of people, qualified for the Senior Class, entered the "House of Knowledge" on September 2, 1919.
Although some of us are glad to leave this "House of Knowledge," others are glad to come back and think about their days passed in it. An incident of this sort occurred on September 15, '19, when the Alumni Orchestra returned and played some beautiful selections in chapel.
Being determined to win our goal, we set aside our fascination for "social events" and turned our heads to "study." We decided to help make the Junior's life pleasant, so, on the 31st of October, '19, we gave them a banquet in the school building. Both classes were well represented in costumes of many different varieties. When the masks were removed, the prize for the best costume, (of course) fell to one of the Junior girls. The amusements of the evening kept every one busy and happy. The banquet was daintily served in the upper hall, which was beautifully decorated. We were snowed in for the greater part of the winter, so we worked hard and obtained pleasure from it.
We are now doing our very best and looking forward to the pleasant features that await us with the end of this term.
"What the Gods Foretold"
It was June 28, 1935, and a perfect day to hold the nineteen hundred and twenty class reunion at Wopsononock. The date and place were unanimously chosen before the class disbanded at the termination of their last year in High School.
Stepping from the electric car at the pleasure resort, I beheld faces that bore marks of fifteen years absence. Among those who arrived on the preceding car was Miss Georgiana Shadle. Georgiana, already world-known for her works of art, was eager to apply her skill to the beautiful Alleghenies; but Mary Jane Sayers, the leading model for Wanamaker's, insisted that she portray her stately form as a master piece.
A mammoth white car soon appeared on the grounds, and who descended but Herbert Russell, first vice president of the Brooklyn Rapid Transit Lines, and four of his old classmates that lived in the vicinity of New York. Helen Geist and Margaret Detrick were special nurses at Ward's Homoepathic Hospital. Margaret Phillips was stenographer for the East River Ferry Corporation; and Frances Miller, who sat in the front seat with Herbert, was private secretary to the manager of Gimbel's.
In a few moments, a humming and then a buzzing was heard overhead. All eyes turned toward the sky and in amazement beheld a huge biplane which circled and then landed on the old ball grounds. It was Ted Lock in a machine of his own design, with his observer, Clements McKerihan.
The class roll was called by Clara Stevens, Supervisor of Mathematics at Dickinson, and all responded except Viola O'Donnel, government typist, and Martha Hefferman, private tutor at Weidner's in Philadelphia. Ada Kocher, costume designer in Paris, was also among the missing, but the next car added all these names to the list.
The greater part of the morning was spent in greetings and talk of the past. At the hour of twelve all assembled in the banquet room and satisfied their appetites with a bountiful menu, provided through the earnest efforts of Estella Wertz and Adella Eshleman, stock-holders and officers of the W. F. Gable & Co. Stores.
Miss Pauline Werner, Clerk of the Supreme Court, was unanimously chosen as toastmistress, and among the interesting talks was one given by Saraellen Shipe, a very popular pharmacist of Altoona. "History of the Old Home Town" was the subject, and it was related in a very noteworthy manner.
Mrs. Miriam Renninger Greene seemed much engaged in trying to keep her husband, Albert, among his old classmates; he he and Willard Martin, both officers of the State Mounted Police, insisted that they be let alone. It may be here stated that Albert and Willard wanted a change of steed, so the merry-go-round was well patronized throughout the day.
A well-prepared program was arranged for the afternoon festivities by Rufus Brungard, Clerk of the Master Mechanic in the Juniata Shops. The program was as follows:
During the course of the entertainment a rear row of seats collapsed, and after the melee Mrs. Grace White Miller emerged from the mishap with some injuries. Doctor Josephine Kirkpatrick and Dore Rhaesa, her special nurse, were soon on the scene and diagnosed the case. With the exception of this misfortune, the program was a great success.
When the brightness of the day was slowly turning to shades of night, the class as a whole responded to the hospitality of Mrs. Earnest Hopkins, in school days, Ora Fink. Ora enacted the role of hostess in her beautiful home in the "Home Town." It was here that Marie Hubert and Hazel Cunningham, private secretaries to officers of large business concerns in Boston, volunteered to compile, for future reference, a record of the events during the reunion.
At a late hour the class was again disbanded, all declaring it the happiest event of their lives, and hoping that each year to come would contain an affair of the this nature and of the same success.
Can You Imagine?
Erma playing basketball?
Ted without dimples?
Bud, a minister?
Pauline, without Mary Jane?
Mary Sayers jumping rope?
Rufus not eating?
Saraellen without a date?
Herbert in love?
Miriam in a tearing rage?
Adella as Cleopatra?
Grace Rice at a funeral?
Margaret Detrick making trouble?
Jo not worried?
Ada without news from "Ann Arbor?"
Marguerite "skinning the cat?"
Martha Wherry with red hair?
Esther wearing socks?
Al, on stilts?
Beryl a "vamp?"
Clements with his Latin prepared?
Paul minus the odor of tobacco?
Hazel shooting paper wads?
Ora without her giggle?
Hildegard at the foot of the class?
Martha Hefferman as "Fat Lady in the Circus?"
Tom turning down a chance for an argument?
Margaret Phillips on time?
Willard without the "gimmies?"
Viola dressing her hair in five minutes?
Dore after a drenching?
Helen not the life of the crowd?
Marie with her nose shiny?
Clara with ear puffs?
Estelle not posing?
Frances as "Sis Hopkins?"
Grace White without a letter?
Georgiana using rouge?
Farewell "Owed" to the Senior Class
The Class Opinion of:
Expressions of the Faculty
We wish to call to the attention of the members of the Juniata High School and the ANNUAL readers the following list of reliable concerns who have helped make this ANNUAL possible. They deserve your patronage, as only reliable firms have been solicited for advertisements. We wish to take this space to thank the business people of Juniata and Altoona who have loyally supported this ANNUAL.
J. J. Barry, J. E. Bonner, J. D. Brumbaugh, Canan-Knox, A. E. Crownover, M. B. David, Frank Debarber, R. D. Elder, Forsht Coal Co., Sam Foust, D. H. Gilberg, Donald Gallespie, H. R. Goss, Max Geller & Co., Harry Hatch, John Hall, Sam Hutchison, M. & M. Store, E. F. Maeder, Mek & Rose, J. R. Meek, H. G. Mock, First National Bank, R. B. Palmer, Roher & Mauk, G. M. Smith.
W. S. Aaron, F. Antonelli, Bendheim's Shoe Store, Brett's Dress Shop, Brook's Music Store, Caum's Cafe, G. Casanave, Colbus' Shoe Store, Debarber Bros., Fluke & Sons, W. L. Goodman, W. F. Gable, Dr. K. Graves, Krick & Cassidy, I. Lang, Leopold & Bigley, Marcus' Jewelry Store, Miller's Real Estate, Neal's Hat Shop, Penn Central Light Co., Porch Bros., Dr. Phillips, Royal Boot Shop, Shaeffer Studio, Sellers' Jewelry Store, Sitnek's Drug Store, Schwartz Bros., L. E. Stiffler, N. A. Stevens, Soyster's Shoe Store, Times Tribune Co., City Furniture Store, The Westfall Company, F. A. Winter, Woolen Mills Co.
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