Juniata High School Log
Juniata High School, Juniata, Blair County, Pennsylvania
Copyright February 2003. Contributed by Judy Banja
Juniata High School
"How Can We Leave Thee?"
Our sincere teacher and friend
to whom this book is respectfully dedicated
Mildred Alice Bolton
Our classmate and friend
who departed this life August 17, 1919
The Senior Class
Motto - "We Conquer Through Difficulties"
Class Flower - "Cream Rose"
Class Color - "Maroon and White"
Kenneth Gardner, President
Flora Belle Holt, Vice President
Marion McIntire, Secretary
Harold Roles, Treasurer
Margaret Fresh Robert Roher Ethel Sesseman
Mildred Blowers, Prophet
Dorothea Stone, Historian
Mary Dick Social
Elizabeth White, Jokes
Marion McIntire, Art
Therefore, we must consider the Class of 1921. Because of interest and participation in student activities, this Class has an unparalleled record. Good fellowship is one of our highest aims.
There is always a beginning. Great as our Class is, it had an ignominous beginning. The "Big Inning" for the Class of 1921 fell on a bright September day in the year of 1917. On this day some of the wiser ones lost conceit, as well as dignity. What one of us but does not remember that morning, when we first appeared on the premises of the J. H. S in hopes that we might be taken for a Sophie until the "worst was over"' Vain illusion of an untutored mind!
So throughout the month of September the steps leading in to this "Famous Old Building" on Eighth Avenue were used by young girls and boys with determined countenances, and, perhaps I should say, faltering steps.
The month of October arrived and with it returned our courage. For some time things were strange and new to us, but these gradually wore away and the Class foundation was complete. Yet, things seemed dull and uninteresting, until the opportunity came to develop our social ability, and this enterprising function was a hilarious "Hallowe'en Mardi Gras." In the gap between these social activities we studied a little, graced a few classes by our shining presence and broke all records for singing in chapel. Such was the quality of our Class that year of 191'7, which ended in a picnic at Wopsy that gave us a firm conviction, that Freshman year at J. H. S. was a good thing to have as an experience.
Vacation was over, and Fall had finally come around again when we all assembled, somehow with an increased enthusiasm for "Old Juniata," and the realization that we were real Sophies and could stand right on the steps without having murderous missiles or approbrious epithets hurled at us. It was for some little time, however, before we availed ourselves of this privilege of receiving the Freshmen in a proper and fitting manner. which took the first few weeks of school. (Sophomore contempt then changed to toleration, and toleration to respect.)
The history of this year would be a sorrowful thing without the mention of a few members of the faithful faculty - Miss Stewart's good-natured efforts to knock some French into our heads, Miss Pecht's unfailing optimism that some facts in "Math" would eventually percolate through the cracks in the ivory, and Miss Scherer's patience in English class, are by no means overlooked or forgotten. Nor would this history be complete without mention of the dance given in honor of the Senior Class in the Y. M. I. hall, which was greatly enjoyed.
It was a fine year. We all felt the bands of school life and common experience, friendship and goodfellowship drawing us closer together, more enthusiasm in the future of J. H. S., and a just confidence that we would finally pass out of the events of undergraduate life.
Junior Year 1919-1920
We were there - why? The Seniors said because they showed us the way; the Sophies said because they boosted us; the Freshies said we derived inspiration from the green; but we said we were there, because you couldn't keep a good Class down.
We have read somewhere that many are called but few are chosen. So it has been with us. Many started with us to climb the ladder. Some waited for the elevator and were left behind. Some tried to ride, but horses can't climb. Some have risen by hanging onto coat tails, so to speak. However, what we mean to say is what is left of us is here and we're satisfied because we learned that the best lasts the longest and we're pretty good stickers.
In social circles we were not lacking, for on October 31 the Seniors entertained in our honor at the school. The next most interesting events in our junior year were the two short plays entitled "Ici On Parle Francais" and "Spreading the News," staged by the Class in the Juniata Theatre in April. Again, came the honor of to be guests of the Seniors of the annual Class day fete in May. But at last our chance had come to be the host at the most elaborate function of the season, which was a reception held in the Lincoln Room of Caum's cafe.
Having surmounted all obstacles, we began to make great preparations for our Senior year. We forehandedly began to save our pennies for the 1921 Log, for we did not want our fair name blotted by momentary obligations.
Senior Year 1920-1921
In the midst of our strenuous work we have not forgotten that "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." In November a Junior and Senior masque party was held in our Alma Mater. This was such an enjoyable event that the enthusiasm lingered, and this was followed by another party in the High School building, in which we were the guests and our successors the donors.
(With the winter outdoor sports at their height and the Christmas holidays intervening, the one thing foremost in the minds of our Class was the prospects of organizing when we returned to school the first week of January.)
As our Senior year is fast drawing to a close, we see the hands of good fellowship and good spirit ever tightening and holding us closer to these things which we hold so dear. After briefly mentioning all these things, we are setting a most worthy example to the underclassmen who are earnestly striving to attain the standards we have set for them.
In these, the closing lines, we all express a hope that in after life the memories of our school days at Juniata will still hold us together in the same firm hands that have kept us united from "1917 to 1927." - DOROTHEA STONE, 1921.
Marian Oast was a member of the faculty at Bucknell University. In her High School days she had always been an ardent admirer of Spanish and French, so she had carefully fitted herself for that position.
On making a tour of the city, in one of the hospitals I found Helen Reigh and Matilda Eberle as specialized nurses for contagious diseases.
Betty Bratton was one of the greatest secret service detectives New York had ever known. She had just discovered a Chinaman in Chinatown importing opium. For this deed she received the congratulations of the members of secret service and also a liberal reward in cash.
John Shipe, a noted civil engineer, had won both fame and fortune by successfully irrigating the Sahara Desert in Africa. This had been a question for years for the Englishmen, but none other than an American, - and he from the J. H. S. - could ever accomplish a deed of that kind.
Traveling westward, I stopped off at Philadelphia, where I met Miriam Lower and Ethel Sesseman, who were teachers in their own business colleges. Miriam was just as plump as ever, and Ethel just as quiet. While conversing with them I learned more concerning that lucky "Twenty-eight."
Marion McIntire had become a lawyer of no mean ability, and then was practicing law in Harrisburg. She had the honor of being the first woman lawyer ever produced by the J. H. S.
Anice Wood was still a teacher in a private school in Harrisburg. Believing she was called to this position by a superior force, she felt extremely happy and contented.
Dorothea Stone had more fully developed her talent as a pianist, and was at that time playing in one of the opera houses in San Francisco.
Margaret Fresh had become a competent stenographer, which had been her one desire. She was working in the Governor's private office in the Capitol at Harrisburg.
Hazel Goss and Elizabeth White inhabited bungalows just outside of Harrisburg, although they did not live together as old maids.
Coming further west to Huntingdon, I visited at the home of our ever-faithful classmate, Mary Bossert Kepner. She was happy and unmarred by the rush of time. There I learned that Flora Belle Holt had really come to the city and was a stenographer for the Under-Wood Typewriter Company.
On my arrival in Altoona I met a number of old friends, who informed me that Mayetta Mountain, a missonary from China, was expected on the train that was due in a few minutes. Joyfully I awaited the train bringing Mayetta home for a few months' vacation. She had changed with the weight of the foreigners' burdens, but she was still the happy elf with her comical laugh.
Through her I learned that Velma Moore was a private tutor for John D. Rockefeller Jr.'s children in Cleveland, and had just secured a copyright on the third of her great stories. She was writing under the odd pen name of "Rosie O'Grady."
I next turned my steps toward Juniata, where there were also great changes. One of the changes was a new High School, occupying a full block, in which Hazel Richardson had taken Mr. Dean's place in working with dusty brains.
The commercial department had grown much larger, for which they needed two instructors. These were Margaret Holtz and Edith Holley.
While in the J. H. S., I was asked to remain and hear the lecture that was to be given to the students in the auditorium that afternoon by Harold F. Roles, a financier of Wall Street. He always was fond of handling money ever since his High School days.
Harold informed me that Kenneth Gardner was Supervisor of Science in a western school, and had just published a new chemistry book. It was just the kind Mr. Walter used to tell us about, and the very kind he always wished for. Kenneth had specialized in discovering preservatives for meats and other foods. He always won the prize for being able to consume more food, especially sweet things, than any other person.
The Blue Grass Country had called Hazel Blowers there to be one of its inhabitants.
Esther Cooper had specialized in kindergarten work, and was teaching in Pittsburg.
Ruth Rhodes was office girl in the Penn Alto Hotel. Ruth always did like to be near home.
Mary Dick had long ago decided that house-keeping was preferable to bank-clerking, although she always longed to be a movie star.
As I wended my way toward East Juniata, my thoughts went back to all my classmates. What prominent positions they all held, they, the members of the Class of '21, whose futures the Faculty always doubted. - MILDRED BLOWERS, 1921.
We, the Class of Nineteen Hundred Twenty-one, believing ourselves to be sound of mind and understanding, do hereby deem it necessary to lawfully dispose of our possessions gained by arduous and never-failing efforts; also the legacies bequeathed us by previous Classes of the J. H. S.
To the Class of '22 we bequeath our Maroon and White banner, the Brown and White of '20, also the tattered Blue and White of '19, with the understanding that this action become traditional.
We do hereby appoint Miss McNeal as the sole Executrix of this, our last will and testament.
In-witness whereof, we, the Class of Nineteen Hundred Twenty-one, have set our hands and seals on this, the twelfth day of April, in the year of our Lord, One Thousand, Nine Hundred and Twenty-one.
(Signed) THE CLASS of NINETEEN TWENTY-ONE, MILDRED BLOWERS, '21.
What Would Happen If
Velma couldn't recite in History Class?
Squezzles wouldn't laugh?
Mary Dick closed her book in shorthand
Margaret Fresh would get her hair mussed up?
Mary Bossert couldn't find Elmer's letter?
Harold would lose his girl?
Bob would run out of smokes?
Millie would have her "Trig" done?
Hazel Richardson didn't have her Cicero done?
Edith couldn't comb her bangs?
Tillie couldn't do an Arithmetic problem?
Miriam Lower would keep quiet?
Mayetta would get a regular "beau"?
Anice would get married?
Marian Oast was in bed at nine o'clock?
Marion McIntyre would let someone else be "first"?
John should forget to shave?
Flora Belle should forget Pig?
Ruth would lose her wit?
Hazel Goss should stop eating candy?
Helen Reigh would have her shorthand done?
Zib White should study her English before class?
Ethel would "bob" her hair?
Margaret Holtz would walk through the hall without a guard?
Esther would stop arguing with Mr. Kauffman?
Betty Bratton should get stout Ken would scrap with Thelma?
Dot Stone should forget to pose?
Miss McNeal should fall in love?
THE social career of the Class of 1921 began with a masquerade party held in the High School. The commercial room was turned into a hall of gaiety, decorated with Hallowe'en colors. Everyone was "full of pep," especially those who had joined the "union." The upper hall was turned into a banquet hall, where symbols of Hallowe'en shown from every corner. Many comic, unique and attractive costumes were displayed. The party broke up at 10 :45, since the sand-man had already crept into many of the wee Freshies' eyes.
The never-to-be-forgotten day of May 30, 1918, landed us at Wopsy in spite of the unfavorable weather. Although it rained only as it does rain at a picnic, the dancing pavilion was the scene of the usual festivities, and the jolly crowd returned to Juniata on the six P. M. "Mountain Special," with the assurance that the outing had been a success in spite of the rain.
On November 22, 1918, we entertained the Seniors at a masquerade dance given in the Y. M. I. hall in Altoona. The hall was decorated beautifully in the Hallowe'en colors, and many attractive costumes were displayed. All too soon the orchestra sounded "Home, Sweet Home," reminding us that the first J. N. car would soon be on its way to Juniata.
Because of the wonderful success of this dance, many others soon followed.
But it was not long until the School Board appointed themselves advisors over us, and we soon decided that a little hard study would be preferable to long lectures every morning in chapel.
With the pleasant memory of this party every one settled down to a long period of study. But when the robins began to chirp and the violets began to peep above the ground, we began to prepare for the banquet which was to be given in honor of the departing Seniors. This banquet was held in the Lincoln room at Caum's. After the banquet toasts were given by Kenneth Gardner, Caum's orchestra furnished excellent music for dancing.
Our class picnic was taken to Lloydville. We boarded the train early in the morning, loaded down with baskets and boxes full of picnic goodies. Some of the boys seemed to have lost their appetites about dinner time, but after dinner, when the table had been cleared of the goodies and the baskets covered, the "stragglers" came and would have eaten all that was left had it not been for a few of the girls. The day was spent in games, dancing and baseball. This picnic was a jolly and a brilliant success.
Although we had determined to set aside all social events and turn our heads to "study," we could not let dear old Halloween slip by without the usual activities. Therefore we entertained the Junior Class at a masquerade party given in the High School building. The commercial room was transformed into a banquet hall, decorated in Halloween colors. The evening was spent in games in which every one took an active part.
Later in the fall, the commercial girls hiked to Whenwood, where they enjoyed a Weiner and marshmallow toast. The girls were chaperoned by their commercial teacher, Miss Brubaker. The evening was spent in playing games, such as leap frog and three deep. Several of the girls had their ukuleles along, and they sang some songs - of course, not the kind you hear in grand opera, but very delightful, nevertheless. Some of the marshmallows were a complete failure, looking more like a lump of soft coal than toasted marshmallows. A very tired crowd of girls arrived home with one more pleasant memory of their senior year.
On the 11th of February we were most admirably entertained by the juniors at a valentine party in the High School building. After enjoying many exciting games and several selections by the High School orchestra, we were summoned to the commercial room, where a delicious luncheon was served.
We shall always look back to this party with fond remembrances, as the last party we attended in the dear old J. H. S. - MARY DICK, 1921.
Can You Imagine
'We Conquer Through Difficulties"
Life is a battle for all men, a continuous line of difficulties to be met and mastered. Sometimes the task proves very hard and men are prone to say, "Why waste time on it? Try something else." But that "something else" will meet the same fate as the first effort. The man who gives up and tries "something else" when the real fight for success begins, never reaches his goal. His difficulties conquer him and at the end of his life we find him no further advanced, for he never conquered - he only tried.
Many times we hear people say they could not accomplish a certain piece of work because they had "bad luck." Bad luck! What is bad luck? It is simply the lack of wisdom or power to conquer the difficulties that block the way. Luck does not make a man, nor does it break him. Rather, a man makes luck. His own desire to be in with the winners will make him sweep away obstructions and reach the goal. But such success is not "luck," as some would have it called. It is a reward for good work and a strong resolve to be a winner.
A world without difficulties would be a strange place; ambition would be lost, civilization dead. Such a state of affairs would be like life in a fairy tale. All the young ladies would want to be beautiful young princesses with noble princes riding to carry them off to their castles. A life without difficulties would be equal to having an "Aladdin's lamp." But we know that the world will never come to such a state - some might call it "state of bliss."
As we read the pages of the history of our nation we find that the men and women who were truly great were those to whom life gave its most difficult problems. They faced life with a strong resolve to win, and today those same men and women stand forth in history, and the nation pays them tribute. Not because they were created with more intellect than others, nor because their chance in life was greater, but because they set for themselves a goal and all through their lives they permitted nothing to conquer them or turn them from their chosen path.
Abraham Lincoln, to whom the millions of American people pay loving homage, is one of the best examples we have of a man who was unconquerable. When a boy, Lincoln saw before him two paths of life. One was crooked and rocky and uphill, the other stretched out straight before him, smooth and shiny; it would be easy walking. for there were no hills to climb. nor rocks to hurt the feet. He chose the first, for at the end he knew success awaited him. If Lincoln had chosen the second path, the world would never have known him. He would have lived and died a poor laborer. Put he set his feet on the rocky path, and through his entire life he kept struggling upward, laboring in behalf of the thousands of souls who looked up to him for guidance.
We all cannot be Lincolns, but we all can be of benefit to ourselves and to our country if we set our goal with a firm resolve to win.
The difficulties we have met during our High School life may, to some, look like petty troubles in comparison with their own, but to us, in many cases, they made the foundation on which we build our future. By conquering the first difficulties we gain confidence in ourselves and gladly step forth in life with a new impetus and a firm resolve to conquer those which are yet to come.
We realize that the time to begin our work for the future is early in our High School life, when we read the lines written by Goethe:
- MARION McINTIRE, '21.
THE Annual Staff desires to thank the under-classmen for the assistance they have given to make this Annual a possibility. As time moves onward, we shall learn whether or not this Annual has been a success. If success is within our reach, as we sincerely hope it is, we firmly believe that it has been partly due to the uplifting and supporting hand of the underclassmen. In our estimation, a better body of underclassmen never existed in the life of this High School. Our highest esteem is held for the junior Class. As a class, we know of few better, and believe that in bestowing our highest praise upon them, we entrust them with the time-honored customs and traditions of the school; also the responsibility of becoming Seniors worthy of such a school. Save for the customary junior internal disputes, they are a fine crowd, and we sincerely hope that nothing shall mar their record.
The Sophomores are a jolly good bunch, who find it a hard task setting examples for the Freshmen. They are still too young for decided action, but in them we see promising juniors, as now they are beginning to perceive the real reason for their attending High School.
We find the Freshmen as troublesome as numerous. Speaking -of a noisy crowd, the Freshmen surely cannot be surpassed. But when it comes down to helping put an Annual through, they are up and doing with other classes.