■h 1 ' : According to custom the class of 1913 have endeavored to publish a Class Annual for the same purpose as prompted the publishing of its worthy predecessors. May it be the means, in years to come, of bringing fond memories to each member of the Class. May it help to keep in mind the unselfish devotion to duty of our superintendent and his able corps of teachers, whose good and wholesome advice will be an inspiration to every member of the class of 1913. While digressing from our subject, let us add that Ernsie, as chief quill driver, was the best man for the high place. We also appreciate the loyalty and hard work of Mr. Abl at Treasurer, and Landfair as Manager. The material for " The Senior " has been collected, not without much labor and effort on the part of both the Editing Staff and the class as a whole. For this to be a chronicle of the happenings of the Senior Class would necessitate its being many times larger. We have aimed to deal briefly on those subjects that would interest the reader most. No doubt many errors have crept in, but we ask you to overlook them. The Dayton flood proved to be a great detriment to " The Senior, " as the editor, assistant-editor and the treasurer were doing military duty there for fourteen days. The detriment was even greater, coining as it did, at a time when the work on " The Senior " was heaviest. We feel that many WDrds of thanks are due those who so willingly gave us their assistance. We have to thank the other three classes for their contributions. We espe- cially wish to thank the n e bers of the Senior Class for the way in which they responded with the work assigned tD them. But now we are coding to the close of our High School life and are about to step out into a larger and grarder field. It is with a feeling of gladness and no small amount of sad.:ess, when we thrk of graduation. We look forward to this new life with awe and wonder as to the nr.any possibilities and mysteries it has in store for us. But as has been the case with every progressive ard successful people, we look forward with eager- res3 to launch forth m th s rew field. It is only through this eagerness and an aspiration toward higher and greater things that we are able to become successful in this life. We believe that there has never been a class graduate whose outlook is so great in its posii- bi ' ilies and so positive in its sureties. THE EDITOR. Members of the Class of 1913: It seems to me but yesterday since we used to say, " What a wholesome Freshman class. " Today we say, " What a royal Senior class. " We consider it both a pleasure and an honor to submit a word of respect and congratu- lation to this excellent class of young men and women, the largest since our high school became accredited and first grade. No more do we look upon school only as a preparation for life— it is strenuous life itself. In school as elsewhere, " He most lives who thinks most, feels noblest and acts best. " Into such a life we have endeavored to direct this class of excellent young people. In this we are espec- ially interested since the most dangerous transition of a youth ' s life is that which takes him from the authority of home and school to the responsibility of untried liberty. This is the time when the prime object of life should be well defined; when every young person is adjured by every motion that can operate upon a mortal or immortal nature, " to take an observation and to see the star of his destiny is about to reach its zenith on the meridian of Nazareth or of Sodom. " This IS the time when young people learn what strength is theirs and what happiness or woe awaits them. Here we are summoned to make a choice between truth and treachery; between honor and dishonor; between moral life and moral death; and he who yields to temptation de- bases himself with a debasement from which he can never arise. Class of 1913, you are entering upon the independent struggle of life. Ever stand for righteousness. Establish high ideals. " Be ashamed to die until you have done something to bless mankind. " Live the life of the Christ. Finally, we thank you for the courtesy and kindness of the past and hope we may be of mutual service in the future. Our confidence and best wishes go with you for good fortune, success and a God speed on life ' s journey. - ■ Sincerely your friend. LATIN COURSE PAULINE ABT R. S. BYRON PEARL M. BAUG IMAN ' MABEL BOWERSMITH HELEN CRAFTS GUILLERMO P. CLUTTER t HELEN M. EWING LENORE McADAMS HARRIET B. MILLER LEOTA MAHAN NEILR. POLING CHARLES EUGENE SANDERSON RUTH SHUSTER JULIA L. SHUSTER KATHLEEN ZITT ENGLISH COURSE ELZIE L. ADAM K. PAUL ABT R. C. ARNOLD EDNA MAE CRONBAUGH LLOYD B. ERNSBERGER RUTH AUGUSTA FULKS HAZEL EUNICE HAINES ROBERT N. LANDFAIR JUSTIN WARD MCELROY JAMES NIRUM MAIN ETHEL Mcelroy LELA MARIE Mcelroy HARRY F. SCHOONOVER HAROLD G. SHORT KATHRYN SHUSTER NORRIS GUY BYRON WELLS DEAN E. WALGAMOT J. H. HILL. Principal Professor in Mathematics I V CLASS DAY EXERCISES Wednesday, May 21, 7: 0 p. m. i First Presbyterian Church , Piano Duet PoUmais Iferahjue Miiil i)iie King Kathryn Shuster, Julia L. Shuster Salutatory Ruth Augusta Fulks President ' s Address - . Elzie L. Adam Class History . . Paulirie Abt Piano Solo . . Leu !Sylp)ies Leota Mahan Debate: Resolved, That the. Placing of Wool on the Free List would be Detrimental to the Welfare of the People of the United States. Affirm . K. Paul Abt, Harry F. Schoonover Denj ' Robert N. Landfair, Dean E. Walgamot Piano Solo Lela Marie McHlroy National Degeneracy . Ciiillcrnio P. Clutter Reading . Edria Mae Cronbaush Essay, Strikes and Their Evtls . Charles Eugene Sanderson Reading . . . Harriet B. Miller Vocal Solo . - Lenore McAdams Oration, Our Country ' s Gift Helen Crafts Class Poem . Mabel Howersmith The Panama Canal Norris G ;y Byron Wells Piano Solo , . Kathleen Zitt Reading „ . Pearl M. Baughmau Oration, Modern Chivalry Justin Ward McElroy Reading Ruth Shuster Original Story . . Harold G. Short Vocal Solo . Lloyd B. Ernsberger Class Prophecy . . . Helen M. Ewing Reading . . . Neil R. Poling Valedii ' tory, The Power of an Ideal James Nirnm Main Music . . Brass Quartet COMMENCEMENT EXERCISES Thursday, May 22, 8:00 p. m. First Presbyterian Church Organ Solo . - Miss Lela Degler Vocal, What ' s in the Air Hazel Eunice Haines Invocation . Rev. O. L- Curl Piano Duet PizzimtU Delehe- Ethel McElroy, Helen M. Ewing Music - . . Adelphian Male Quartet Class Address, The New Demands on Education W. W. Hoyd, Dean O. S. U. College of Education, Columbus, Ohio Cornet Duet R. S. Byron, James Niruni Main Presentation of Diplomas Organ Solo , . Mrs. Mae Lance Donnan Baccalaureate Sermon at the First Methodist Episcopal Church, Sunday, May 18, at 7:30, by Rev. Marion Bradshaw Class Motto: The Impossible is Un-American Class Colors: Red and Black Class Flower: Red Rose Ca SS OlMlCerS ett to riKht-top row. Paul Abt, Treas. ; Nitum Main, Vice Pres. ; — Bottom row: Elzie Adam, President; Pauline Abt, Secretary. ELZIE ADAM President of Senior Class. Football ' I 0 and ' II . Basketball ' I I - ' I 2. A big, strong and sturdy son of the soil. We have nothing but commendation for Elzie, especially for the excellent spirit he has kept aroused in the class this year. PAULINE ABT " Germany " Class Secretary. It is thought that at SDir.e time in the near future she will be a nolable rival of Beethoven or Paderewski. PAUL ABT " Oscar " Member " Thug Quartette. " Basketball ' 1 1 - ' 1 2 and ' 12- ' 13. Class Treasurer and Athletic Editor of " The Senior. " Paul IS one of the most enthusiastic supporters of athletics. It is a little doubtful whether he will rise to the position now held by Connie Mack, as he has still higher aspirations. KATHLEEN ZITT • " Kate " There was a man-hater named Kate, But, oh, it is sad to relate. Though a winner in looks. And good at her books. She ' s been conquered by Clutter, and fate. NIRUM MAIN Baseball ' 11 and ' 12. Foothall ' 12. Basketball ' II - ' I 2 and ' 1 2- ' I 3. Oh, a handsome young man is Main, His knowledge has won him great fame. But he knows all the arts, Of the ethics of hearts. Oh ! the beau of our class is Main. LLOYD ERNSBERGER " Mozart " Basketball ' II - ' I 2 and ' 1 2- ' 1 3. Baseball ' 1 0, ' II and ' I 2. Editor of The Senior. As editor of this book Lloyd has performed his duties well. He has always been a loyal mem- ber of the class and is considered a friend by all who know him. KATHERINE SHUSTER " Kate " Katharine is an accomplished musi- cian. They say that beauty and brains are never bestowed upon the same person, but she is an exception. JUSTIN McELROY " Runt " Baseball ' 10- ' 11 - ' 12. Football ' lO- ' l 1- ' 12. Basketball ' 1 1- ' 12 and ' 1 2- ' 1 3. Assistant Editor of The Senior. Justin represents the A. H. S. in the Northwestern Ohio H. S. oratori- cal contest. When he gets started on a theme you would think Daniel Webster had come to life, so eloquent is his oratory. HELEN EWING Class prophet. It is doubtful whether that younger and iT.ore modern version of Helen of 1 roy is half as innocent as her looks would imply. It has been rumored that she is the cause of many unwhole hearts among (he Senior boys. HARRY SCHOONOVER " Schoony " Member of " Thug Quartette. " Baseball ' I I. Football ' lO- ' l 1- ' I2- ' 13. B asketball ' 1 I 1 2 and ' 1 2- ' 1 3. In all the above Schoony has scored highly, especially in his ability to boot the pig-skin. Indirectly Harry has been our great- est source of knowledge, through his numerous questions. LELA McELROY " Mac " Lela is also a good musician. We have often feared for her safe- ty, thinking she would surely be strick- en with lockjaw as she has been known to chew gum for days at a stretch. V HAROLD SHORT " Shorty " Short entered our class at the be- ginning of this year. He would have represented the Se- nior Class in the Inter-Class Contest this year, but sickness compelled him to be absent. Professor in Indian club swinging. MABEL BOWERSMITH Class poet. Mabel is very gooa in both the art of colors and words. It is rumored that she aspires to greater things than art, namely that of matrimony. GUELLERMO CLUTTER Football ' I 2. Literary Editor of The Senior. Clutter, although young in years, has won quite a reputation as a mili- tary man both in the O. N. U. bat- talion and in the National Guards. It is probable that he will some day become an army officer of importance. LENORE McADAMS We have always found her ready to do her part when any work was as- signed to her. Her grades are not the highest in the class yet they are commendable. I, the Class of Nineteen Thirteen, do make this my last will and testament. Being of a gentle and loving disposition and disinclined to cause any quarreling among those who might find themselves among the benefactors of my earthly treasures and who might profit by those same possessions, do hereby make, declare and pubhsh this my last will and testament. That : — First: I give and bequeath to all my friends and well-wishers, my good will, also all of the knowledge that I have not been able to absorb. Second: To the most reverent and fatherly friend and advisor. Prof. E. H. Brown, I give and bequeath one one-bilHonth of my aforesaid possessions on this earth. Third: To my younger sister, the Class of 1914, I will and bequeath my position as Senior of the A. H. S., also the use of my buildings of the O. N. U., and hope you will obtain much knowledge therefrom. Fourth: To my charming sister, the Class of 1915, I will my once-desired thought of becoming a Senior and hope they will use it to a good advantage and obtain that same desire. Fifth : To my baby sister, the Class of 1916, I will and bequeath the best for her welfare, the motto — Work! work! work! Sixth: To my helper and adviser, the Board of Education, I will and bequeath my best intentions, and Seventh: To our three sister Classes we divide equally the love of our Principal, Joe Hill. Eighth: To my earnest friend and helper. Miss Ethel Beiler, I bequeath my best wishes and a happy future and may she have many more classes to instruct in High School work. GUELLERMO CLUTTER CHARLES SANDERSON JMST BECWmNQ TO CET THE SWELL-HEAD The Junior A. H. S., Class of 1914, is really one of the most enterprising classes the High School has seen for some time. The class does not gain comment from the citi- zens of Ada by spectacular deeds or rash acts but rather by the businesslike ability and similar qualifications of its members in educational lines. The class is composed of thirty-five members none of whom exceeds the others in mental capability to any great extent. Few, if any, of them are " personal players. " Many of the members have been together since the first grade. During this time they have acquired a knowledge of the value of co-operation for the common good. They be ' ieve in team-work. The welfare and prosperity of any organization depends upon it. As a class the Juniors are progressive and up-to-date in all things concernmg them- selves or the High School. Any movement tending to better conditions m the A. H. S. has always been enthusiastically pushed by the Class of 1914. Although both the merits and faults of the class are limited, the former seem to reach higher ground than the latter. While the Juniors ' ability to place their flag on the highest point of the building has not been so marked, except during the Freshman year, the unusual activity in lines requiring gray matter should be particularly noted. There are a number of excellent debaters, orators, short-story writers, elocutionists and poets in the class. The Juniors have always been quite prominent in the Inter-Class contests, winring the short story, debate and scoring equal points with the opponent in the recitation during the Freshman year. This year the Juniors won the debate but lost the oration to the Seniors. The Class of 1914 has never displayed a great interest in Athletics until this year. The manager and captain of the football team, and many of the more promising players on both teams are members of the Junior class. The Juniors did not have a basket-ball team this year, however the material on hand promises something good for next season. Some of the girls of the class have become excellent players during the season just past. The Junior girls boast of quite a number of pianists and singers of more than ordi- nary talent. Others are good elocutionists and a few bid fair to become actresses. The girls do their share in fostering the progressive spirit of the class. Among the boys besides debaters, orators and poets, are found electriciars, artists and what not. Many are the professions represented by the Junior boys. They will surely be fitted to perform their share of the world ' s work to good advantage. The excellent conduct of the Senior boys this year should be remembered. No sock rushes or other unseemly acts have been performed against the Junior boys. Whether out of regard for the physical prowess of the Juniors or for some othei reason they have been allowed to pursue their studies without interruption. Since this important article is published in the 1913 Annual it is not a history of the Class of 1914. It is supposed to be merely a few straight-forward facts about the Class of 1914. " The truth, nothing but the truth and nearly the whole truth. " Look on the opposite page and you will see a photograph of the Juniors. Perhaps the above lines will make up to the Class of ' 14 any justice not rendered them by the picture. THE JUNIOR CLASS OF THE A. H. S., 1912-13. Harold B. Freeman, President. Alma K. Ames, Secretarv. Zeno W. Adam, Vice-President. Byron Neiswander, Treasurer. JUNIORS Zeno Adam Laurel Anspach Alberto Clutter Raymond Dobbins William Donaghy James Dunlap Harold Freeman Sinclair Jameson Ralph Klingler Brice Mann Dale Marshall Harry McElroy Hurst Montville Byron Neiswander Edgar Neiswander Edgar Park Elna Snyder Barton Snyder Clair Weaver Robert Wright Alma Ames Helen Barnes Lucile Barnes Mildred brown Hazel Cummings Ruby Dearth Beth Dobbins Elda Ford Minnie Klingler Haypl 1 pwm Nellie Mathenv Cyrille McDowell Lucille Russell Goldie Ryan Beatrice Smith Alice Stout Dorothy Warren Ethel X ' arren Nettie Wooley SOPHOMORES George Botkin Paul Carey Jedd Corbett Frank Cussans Lehr Davis Hesse Florida Marion Freeman Carl Holman Paul Mathews James McElroy Frank Mercer Ross Rosenberger Von Spellman Nate Stober Clyde Tipple Ralph Williams Will Woolam Homer Vanica Ethel Collins Mary Cook Levonne Cox Beatrice Harger Cleo Henry . Rhea Henry Helen Houser May Knight Grace Lewis Gertrude Mertz Agnes Packer Beulah Powell Hortense Ross Helen Russell Dorothy Sinkey Agnes Smith Thelma Stopher Bertha Street Ruth Tremain Mary Wells Irene Wilson FRESHMEN Paul Adam Samuel Ash James Baker Lowell Beatty Russell Clum Leonard Cummans Tom Cunningham Maurice Elder Charles Faulkner Chester Ferris Dean Fields Reed Fields Donald Friedley Elmer Hammer Ray Houser Herbert Jamison Jesse Klingler Lester Long Eli Main Virgil May Harry McElroy Merle Mertz Cecil Ridgway Mathew Robenolt Ross Sanderson Paul Sells Mark Shanklin Merwin Smith Dayle Spar Warren Storer Turley Tipple George Wiedemann Mirian Beckes Alma Binkley Gladys Bresler Leah Brown Ruth Cantrell Ruth Clark Muriel Franklin Mildred Hadsell Irene Huggett Blodwin Jones Mabel Lantz Iva Long Esther McElroy Martha Minshall Faye Moore Eva Poling Daisy Porter Francis Russell Cleo Shanks Francis Shanks Harriett Smith Hazel Solomon Helen Solomon Ruth Spellman Anna Stambaugh Helen Thompson Vivian Tobias Evelyn Weaver Eva Welsh Mabel Wolfrom Gwendolin Lowry Anna McElroy Elizabeth McElroy Bp Jed Corbett. Let your memory wander back over the " golden past, " back to 1911-12 when we entered the famous Ada High School. Of course we were " Freshies " rare. It took us some time to get settled, because we were rather " green. " None of our class will forget how little Paul Carey would get into the wrong recitation room. During our " Freshman Year " the teachers were: E. H. Brown, J. H. Hill, Miss Ethel Beiler, and Miss Mabel Galbreath. This staff of teachers surely come up to the standard. Mr. Brown has efficiently filled the position as Superintendent. Mr. Hill has been an excellent principal, and is liked by all the pupils. Miss Beiler is just " grand " ; for references: see Mr. Hill, our principal. Miss Galbreath left after our Freshman year, much to the bereavement of the whole school, as she was loved by every one. When January 1912 " pulled around, " the classes began to prepare for the inter- Class Contest. Our colors just fit our class; they are " green and yellow. " Von Spellman was the president of our Freshman class; he attended to duties splendidly. When we had a class meeting his favorite saying was, " You all know what we are here for so we will now adjourn. " Gertrude Mertz was our secretary. She performed her task diligently. Irene Wilson was our contestant for the Recitation; her opponent was Kathleen Donaghy, a Sophomore. Gertrude Mertz was our con- testant for the Short Story ; her opponent was Imogene Runser, a Senior. Although our contestants lost, their selections were fine and well delivered. We had no argument cor.cerning the judges ' report, as they were neutral to all the contestants. We attribute our loss to the fact that our contestants were Freshmen, and slighly mexperienced. The banquet which followed the contest was enjoyed by all. Shortly after the contest, the Freshman basket hall team played the Juniors and were defeated; score 22 to 12. When spring set in the botany class was m full bloom; the following was heard in a recitation room. Mr. Brown, (our able botanist, to Helen Houser) " Helen, what flower do you admire most? " Helen, (Helen always was fond of William Wollam) " Why, sweet William, of course. " The botany class was a successful one, because all the pupils were in favor of expeditions to the woods. May finally arrived, and our Freshman year closed. When school opened September, 1912, the majority of the former Freshman class were Sophomores. The staff of teachers was somewhat changed. The teachers were F. H. Brown, J. H. Hill, Miss Ethel Beiler, of the previous year, with the addi- tion of E. G. Hirkle and V. T. Sheets. The new teachers filled their positions as well as could be expected. Our Class started in without many unusual happenings. A calamity hit the pubhc when Mr. E. H. Brown, a peaceful citizen, caused much excite- rrent at the Methodist church on Sunday, when a chair accidentally collapsed with him. One on you " Happy " (meaning our esteemed superintendent). Things progressed smoothly all year. The following originated in Mr. Hinkle s room. Rhea Henry (speaking of Mr. Hinkle to Ruth Tremaine), " Isn ' t he nice? " Ruth Tremain, " Yes, he has such dreamy eyes. " All Sophomores are familiar with the following, Mr. Hill ' s favorite saying: " It grows monotonous. " And his smiles upon Miss Beiler. Mr. Sheets, his savage looks, and his automobile. Mr. Brown ' s stories in class; and his " ever handy " bicycle. Mr. Mercer ' s vigorous laughs. George Botkin ' s foolish questions in " ancient history " and " geometry. " Paul Carey ' s actions when he is embarrassed. Gertrude Mertz, Rhea Henry, Mary Wells, Helen Russel and Ruth Tremain viciously chewing their gum. Beulah Powell with James Chandellor. lime passed by, until time for the 1913 Inter-Class contest arrived. Frank ( ussins was the class president, and everybody know how hard " Cuzzie " (meaning Frank (?) worked. Beulah Powell was secretary and she certainly did her share, brank Mercer and Homer Vanica were our contestants for the debate. Irene Wilson was our contestant for the recitation. The Sophomores ' opponents for the debate were Fdgar Park and Barton Snyder, Juniors. The debate was very close. Our debaters acquitted themselves nobly, if they did lose. Irene Wilson and her opponent. Miss Blodwyn Jones, were tied for the recitation. Irere surely did her part. The whole class appreciates how our contestants worked. Class enthusiasm surely ran high the night of the contest. The small bunch of " loyal Sophomores " made a " tremendous noise. " The assembly room was magnificently decorated. The banquet which fol- lowed the contest, similar to the previous year, was greatly enjoyed. One of our esteemed Sophomores, Ethel Collins, quit school some time before the contest. Every one hated to see her leave because Ethel always had a cool head, even if it did have a flaming cover. Mr. Sheets seemed to take much interest in the Sophomore class. Probably in the near future he will employ some of our class, in what will then be the extensive Ada Fluff Rug Company, with our old comrade, Mr. Sheets, the president of the factory. None of our class will forget Carl Holman, in other words, the human hatrack. Carl always was in for a good time. Two basket ball games between the SophoTores and Seniors were played; the Sophomores losing both tim.es, the score of the first being 39 to 28, and the score of the second 28 to 14. Hesse Florida was heard talking confidentially to his parents one hot day in May. His conversation ran thus: Hesse, (to his mother) " I go up to the head of the class every day. " His mother, " How ' s that, Hesse? " Hesse, " I go up to the library table. " The Sophomore class has been making good both in the estimation of the teachers and in increasing their education ; there is no reason why we can ' t do it all the way through; so each member should " boost " his class. The Sophomores of 1912-13 are recognized and praised by all the classes. I wish I could say something of each mem- ber of the class; but as the space in the Senior Class Annual is rather scarce, this must be a brief history. I sincerely hope that the entire Sophomore class will be Juniors when school opens September, 1913. H. Jamison. There are many interesting things which hapf en as we go through High School. Although our class is young in history it has already started a record of events which will grow larger each year. Our brotherly love was so great that when the Seniors picked onto the Juniors, we helf ed them out, and if our city fathers had let the scrap go we would have seen all the Seniors ducked. But I suppose they did not want to see the Seniors catch cold, so they interfered. The Inter-Class Contest afforded the class much pleasure by stirring up its enthusi- asm to a boiling point. We lost in one number and tied in the other, but we hope our contestants will win with great honors next year. We sent several candidates to the football squad this year, and hope to send more next, so as to make the team a strong, steady organization. By " 5 iss 5. " The night of February twenty-seventh was somewhat cold but nevertheless six trusty Seniors met at a certain house on North Gilbert at twelve o ' clock. After partaking of the contents of a cookie jar, they proceeded to carry an extension ladder, which had sprung unexpectedly from some unkown legions, to the home of our High School Life. This hand of Seniors succeeded in getting into the building by some mysterious manner and what ' s more they carried this ladder into the assembly room. There they proceede. ' to put a red and black shield up where the other classes could look upon said shield and clearly understand Who ' s Who in A. H. S. But this little band made a serious mistake. They took a nineteen and a thirteen out of a calendar which belonged to a certain individual who has been striving with all his somewhat limited might to make everybody all that he is, " Who ' s Who and Why in A. H. S. " So this certain individual proceeded to claim his property and tore down the shield. When the representatives of the Seniors got to the building they found that the little Sophomores, whose parents do not allow them out after ten, had been down at the build- ing with some paste and a large bunch of foolish looking bills which bore the simple expression, " A. H. S. Sophomores are It. " These little boys had pasted these up before the curfew had rung, and had gone home to be tucked in bed by their loving mothers. But sad to relate when the little fellows woke up in the morning and their mothers had dressed them and started them to school, they found that the aforesaid bills had grown more dignified during the small hours of the night. Now they bore the letters " S. R. " that stand for Seniors. (The last explanation is for the Freshnnen and all persons who do not realize the supremacy of the Senior Class.) By Justin McElroy Chivalry has been defined as valor, loyalty, a careful respect for the feelings of others ; a disdain for money, readiness to relieve want, hospitality, liberty ; the unbought grace of life, the cheap defense of nations, and the nurse of manly sentiment. The term modern chivalry implies an ancient chivalry, and, if there be an ancient and modern chivalry, there must necessarily be a difference between them. Ancient and modern chivalry may also be sub-divided into true and false chivalry. Chivalry in its broadest sense is an attribute of the human soul; its origin is synon- omous with the birth of the human race. Our common ancestor, Adam, when called to account for his disobedience in eating the forbidden fruit, exhibited a very unchivalrous spirit, in that he tried to place the blame on Eve. Had he been imbued with true chiv- alry, he would have attempted to place all blame on himself, protecting Eve as far as his conscience and honor would permit. To be a true knight of chivalry we must be brave; but bravery may be possessed by men who lack the spirit of true chivalry — the golden rule, the Ten Commandments; for instance, the b urglar is a daring fellow, continually risking his life in plying his nefarious trade, biit he shows no spirit of chivalry in that he seeks to injure rather than protect his fellow-man. The same can be said of the cracksman, the yeggman, the bandit, the pickpocket, and the gambler. No man should unnecessarily risk his life except it be for the welfare of his fellow-men — for the lives or souls of others. Life is the dearest and most precious possession of any human being, and the zeal with which it is guarded is commendable and right. ' During the Middle Ages, especially in the eleventh century, we find the term, chivalry and knight-hood more commonly used than during any other period in the history of the world. It was during this period that it became a positive institution, and formed the chief military support of those governments which fostered knight-hood. This was true to such an extent that the history of the Crusades, and the history of chivalry are inseparably linked. During this period the valor, the bravery, and the skill exhibited by knights of chivalry fill many volumes. Chivalry was honored, praised a ' d applauded to such an extent that men of noble birth and rank were trained and educated for knight- hood from infancy, ' and when they distinguished themselves by superior skill, bravery and daring, as khigjits of chivalry, they were recognized by kings and queens in such a way that their positions became enviable. In those days the incentive for the great ex- hibitions of skill, " daring and bravery was ofttimes a selfish dne. Heroic exploits and deeds of valor had for their most prominent incentive the plaudits of the people, the smiles of the fair sex, the promotion to positions of power, or the favor of royalty. If a man does a deed however great or heroic, and in so doing exhibits wonderful bravery by the deed being one of great danger, causing suffering, sacrifice and self-denial to himself, yet if the motive which led him to do this be selfish or mercenary, it is not true chivalry. Most m.en are willing to go through some tribulation, risk some danger; make some sacrifice and bear some burden for a time if they can see sone reward awaiting them in the way of power, applause or wealth. But the man of a true chivalrous spirit spurns all such motive and asks no such .ewards. The only reward he desires or accepts is the consciousness of having done right, the realization of having done a fellow-man some good or having lightened the burden of some weaker brother. The life of Christ exemplifies the greatest example of true chivalry. His every thought, word and act during his entire career as a man was for the benefit of the human race. He lived his life of discomfort, penury and suffering, in order that men might embrace the greatest of all blessings. His reward came at the end of his career as a human being on earth with its suffering, self-denial, humiliation, mastery and glorification. Should duty prompt us to take our stand against the entire world there should be no hesitation. The man who enlists with the majority for the purpose of having his bur- dens made lighter, or to keep from doing what he knows to be his duty, is a coward. " The man who fears to take his stand alone. But follows where the greatest numbers tread, Should hasten to his rest beneath the stone — The great majority of men are dead. " If a person cultivate true chivalry he dispels all pessimism and abounds in opti- mism. When he looks at a cloud obscuring the light of day, he sees nothing but the golden lining, and the sun bursting forth in all his glory after the cloud has passed. If death takes from him his dearest friend he sees not that friend in the cold, dark grave, but basking in the light of heavenly joys. If misplaced confidence or the hand of prov- idence take from him his worldly goods he sees no uncomfortable poverty staring him in the face. His countenance lights up with the pleasure of being placed in a position where he can show the world he can win out against odds, however great. His disposi- tion is such that he nrakes the lives of all others happier and better. Not many yea ' ago nations existed as so many and distinct enemies. The great- est ambition of a na on was to be the conqueror in war; the greatest warrior was the most popular ruler. National boundaries were lines marking the limit of the enemy ' s domain. Whenever two or more nations associated in a friendly way, it was almost invariably for the purpose of combining their armies against a conmon foe. In contrast to this, how pleasing is the trend of national chivalry of modern times; The most influ- ential nations on earth are laboring for universal peace. They look upon each other as friendly neighbors. If a national calamity comes to one nation, it arouses the deepest fynrpathy of the neighbors who hasten to offer substantial relief. The promulgation and enforcement of the Monroe Doctrine, although at great expense to the United States, has proven a great blessing to many weaker American nations. In several instances it has no doubt prevented them from being appropriated by greedy and powerful European nations. If progress continue along this line, e ' er many generations the maintenance of a standing army will be considered foolish and unnecessary and navies will cease to exist. In past ages the different religious denominations looked upon each other with a feeling little short of enmity; and ihey brought to bear the greatest intellects and most powerful influence to discredit each other by trying to prove some defect in forms, cus- toms and ceremonies. Today they are forgetting these petty differences and are uniting their strength and influence against the common enemy in favor of the one great predomi- nating principle of all Christian people. Under this banner the most advanced nations of the world are uniting against the common enemy. War. If this principle of true chivalry be cultivated still farther, it will peaceably settle all national disputes; it will obliterate all antagonism and strife between capital and labor; it will settle the vexed questiors of woman suffrage and the saloon evil; it will purify politics; it will annihilate graft; and last but not least, it will make all wiser, nobler and happier. Harold Short. It was not a handsome dog that trotted down the main street of one of our chief cities one cold December day a few years ago. Not a well-fed, well-groomed, pampered, society dog at whom the street waifs gaze with envy. He was only a mongrel with no fine lines of breeding; nothing to redeem his ugliness save a snow-white throat which someway he always kept clean. His color was a dirty yellow, the common color of mongrels. His body was so thm that it scarcely cast a shadow in the noon-day sun. Needless to say he was hungry ; such dogs always are. A place to sleep did not worry him for he slept where night found him. It was the eternal question of something to eat that gave him his greatest trouble. Usually he kept in the alleys and side-streets in his search for food, relying on scraps and refuse from hotels and restaurants. But today these places failed him and he turned to the main streets as a last resort. An old German had placed on display in front of his shop a fine assortment of choice meats. Since morning they had lain there, unharmed but when the little mongrel came trotting along he was attracted by the odor from the nr.eat and began at once to clean up the butcher ' s display. And he did it in such a hearty manner that people tarried by to see the fun when the old German should come outside. Nor did they wait long, for, seeing a crowd in front of his shop, the proprietor started out to find the cause of the laughter. As soon as he opened the door he did see the cause. With a howl of rage and a string of German profanity he jumped out and with one heavy kick sent the intruder through the air to the curbing where it lay quite still, bleeding in the snow. A light-haired, blue-eyed young man stepped from the circle of onlookers and with- out further provocation slapped the German ' s face three times in quick succession, then turned to the curbing where the dog was lying. " I ' ll haf the law on you for this, " screamed the German. " You cannod slap he for nothings. " I ' ll show you. " So he continued bawling out in his rage till two elderly men took him into his shop. " Come on, let ' s get out of here, " advised the young man ' s companion. " You were foolish for hitting him, but since you have, the best thing for you to do is to make tracks. " But the b lue-eyed young man either did not hear or did not heed for he stooped over and picked up the dog, remarking half to himself, " I ' m afraid the little sucker is done for. " " Come on, " continued his friend. " Lay that thing down. Are you daffy? Why, you ' re getting your coat all bloody. " Again the young man did not heed but started off with the dog in his arms. " Good-day, " he returned simply. " Guess here is where I leave you, " sai dhis friend coldly; " Good-day. " The young man carried the dog to a nearby veterinary hospital. " Shot or chloroformed? " queried the doctor. " Neither, " responded the dog ' s benefactor. " I want you to fix him up for me. " " Well, " said the veterinarian, after he examined the injured dog, " it will be a hard job. Three ribs are broken beside some internal bruises. I suppose though we can do it if you pay the price. " " I ' ll, pay the price, " respondedi the young man quietly. Fred Kelly was the name of the man who had treated the dog so kindly. He could give no explanation of his seemingly queer actions, only that he hated to see the dog suffer. But someway he was mighty glad when two weeks later the dog followed him of its own will from the hospital. The dog came to be known in its new life as " Kelly ' s cur. " Wherever Kelly was so also was his dog. For two years they had kept together when a strange thing happened. Kelly mar- ried. So he and his dog moved from their two simple rooms over a garage to a nice little house on a quiet street in the same town. As soon as they arrived at the new house things commenced to happen. First he chased the neighbor ' s cat until it climbed the only tree on the street, then lay under the tree and barked the remainder of the day until Kelly came home from work. Then he tracked mud into the house and made a bed out of his mistress ' finest dress and slept there on it the rest of the day. And one day, to cap the climax, as he entered the house he was assaulted by his mistress ' beautiful French poodle. With two snaps of his experienced jaw he broke the poodle ' s leg. And then Kelly did the most unreasonable thing he could have done. He laughed. Angrily, his wife gathered the howling poodle into her arms and swished out of the door " Fm going home, " she fired at him; " I won ' t come back either until you get rid of that nasty dog, " she added, as she reached the front gate. Kelly used all the reasoning power he had but of no avail. The dog must go. Next morning he called his dag to him, took his ugly face between his hands and talked to him as he would to a hurran being. " You ' re a good old scout, " he said. " But you have one fault. You ' re always getting in bad. I can see no way out of it except for you to go. Fll take you out to dad ' s today and you will have a home there as long as you live. You understand, don ' t you? " And he knew the dog undeistood. So it happened that a rran and a dog stepped from the noon train at Pumpkin Center, Scott ' s Crossing or any place you choose to call it, for its name is not printed in the geographies. After a good dinner Kelly started for the woods, for a walk among the places he knew so well in his boyhood. It was all new to the dog — the woods and the fields through which he could run without restraint. And so many strange animals that turned tail and ran at the sight of him. He chased rabbits, birds and squirrels until he was thoroughly tired, then lay down and barked for the sheer joy of hearing himself bark. Kelly, however, soon was fast asleep on a knoll in a corner of the woods. How- ever, he did not sleep long but was awakened by a sense of terrible danger. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the cause. There on the ground scarce two feet from his face was coiled a beautiful rattlesnake. He started ever so slightly but the snake noticed it. Its coils tightened and its head drew back, but it did not strike. It seemed more bent on investigation than on fighting. Kelly knew that as long as he remained perfectly quiet the snake would rot bother him. For a space of two minutes he lay there still as death, almost afraid to breathe. The suspense became almost unbearable. He almost wished the srake would strike ard end it all but he dared not move for fear it would. Something attracted the rattler ' s attention. Again its coils tightened and its head drew back. This tin-e it struck, but rot at the prostrate man. It struck at a yellow dog, but it was the last time it would ever harm anyone, for its life was shaken from it in an instant. When the dog dropped the snake not a sign of life did it show, save the quiver- ing of its tail. Feverishly, Kelly took the dog in his arms repeating again and again as he searched him over, " Did he get you? " Did he get you? " And then, " Oh, God! " when he saw on his snowy throat two telltale marks about a quarter of an inch apart. " Well, " he said quietly composing himself, " you shall not suffer. I hate to do it but you shall not suffer. " And he pressed a revolver against the dog ' s ugly forehead. A hunter hearing the report of a gun wandered over to see what was up. But he stopped and turned back when he saw stretched out on the grass before him, a light- haired young man with his face buried in the hair of a dog, crying like a child. Looking closer he saw the dog was dead and only a mongrel at that. By Mabel Bowersmiih One sunny winter afternoon, a party of girls were walking home from school, laughing and talking merrily. As they passed a grove of trees they were startled by the report of a gun, then a rabbit leaped from under some dry grass, and taking a few steps fell at the feet of Jaunita Kings. Jaunita screamed, and hiding her face, sobbed, " Oh! take me away! It is too dreadful! " At that moment a man with a gun came toward the children. " Did you see any- thing of a rabbit? " asked he. At the sound of his voice Jaunita glanced up hastily, but the moment her eyes fell upon the contents of the hunter ' s bag she ran away. " Afraid of my gun? Poor little coward. " The girls watched him silently, until he disappeared from sight. The conversation changed from the poor little rabbits to Jaunita ' s sudden disap- pearance. Looking around they saw Jaunita sitting on a stone, crying bitterly. The girls ran to Jaunita and began to talk sympathizingly. At first Jaunita took no notice of her friends, but kept on sobbing. At last Louise Hays grew a little impa- tient, for she was m a hurry to get home. " Come, Jau nita, stop crying or we shall begin to think you are really what the nran called you. " " What was that? " asked Jaunita. " He said you were a poor little coward. But I would not care. What differ- ence does it make what he called you? ' " Do you think I am a coward? " asked Jaunita, looking up in Louise ' s face. " Well, " hesitated Louise, fixing her eyes on the ground. " I — I, dont — think you — are very brave. " " Then you all think me a big coward? " " Oh! no, we don ' t, " re- plied Louise, " only a very little bit of a one. But you cannot help it dear, any more than I can help being brave. Mother said one day she thought I was a wonderfully courageous girl. " " Why? " asked Jaunita, looking admiringly at Louise. " Because one night I was awakened by a stealthy sound at the door. For defense I pointed the end of an um- brella out of the window and called out in a man ' s voice, ' You go right away or I shall shoot you with this gun. ' He must have been frightened, for he went out of the gate as fast as he could go. " When the girls left Jaunita walked slowly home, thinking if possible to cure herself of cowardice. " Perhaps Mamma can tell me. " She found her mother busy with some crimson serge. " You have come just in time, Jaunita, " said her mother, " I want you to try on your new dress. That will do very nicely, dear; now turn around. You have been crying. What is the trouble? Did you miss your lessons or have you been naughty? " " No, mamma, I have been good and I did not miss any of my lessons. But when we were coming home a man shot a pretty httle rabbit and when I ran away and cried he called me a coward and Louise said ' I was not at all brave ' . Do you think I am a coward, mamma? " " I cannot say until I have heard all the story. You may tell it to me while I pin on these sleeves. " 1 hen Jaunita related all that had happened " I think the girls did not exactly understand your feelings. " " But then, mamma, I never did anything brave m all my life. How can 1 make myself brave? " " There is only one way I know of and that is, always think before you act. " " Think — before I — act? Do you mean, mamma, that when I am frightened I must stand still and think until I make up my mind what to do? " " Yes, " replied her mother, " I do not believe you will ever behave in a cowardly manner if you thmk before you act. " A few days after this conversation Jaunita came running to her mother holding in her hand a small pink ticket. " Mamma! please buy this ticket for me! I would like so much to go! " " What is it, dear? " taking the ticket and glancing at it. " A stereopticon lecture. Where is it to be held? " " In the assembly room of the High School. " " You may go, Jaunita, and I am sure you will have a good time. " ' " Quickly she changed her school-dress for the pretty crimson serge and hastened to the assembly room. At first Jaunita thought she was very late, for the only person in sight was the ticket-collector, and on entering the room found it empty. Close by the door was a large white screen, and behind that was a dark curtain. Presently an aged man walked over to her. The lights, casting a gloomy atmosphere over the room, were forgotten when the man smiled and nodded to Jaunita. Together they walked to the end of the room where a large door was seen. " You must be careful, that door leads to the cold air shaft of the furnace, " cautioned Jaunita. " Thank you, miss, for the advice, I will soon fix the place, " answered the man politely. He was about to bolt the door when the children ' s voices and hurrying steps echoed through the room. " Here they come at last! " exclaimed Jaunita. Forgetting the door the man returned to his audience of laughing boys and girls. In a little while a gentleman came from behind the curtain and began to speak. He told and illustrated with pictures m.any wonderful things, such as the foot of a bee, down of a butterfly ' s wing, and a fly ' s eye. Presently the lecturer disappeared behind the screen. The silence was broken by a loud crash; then the great screen fell over across the door while a small curl of smoke appeared ascending to the ceiling. " Fire! fire! " shouted a boy on one of the front seats. " What is the matter? " asked Jaunita. " The room is on fire and we shall all be burned to death! " cried Louise frantically. Instantly her mother ' s words came to her mind, " When you get frightened think before you act. " She glanced toward the platform. " There ' s a door at the back of the room! " cried a voice, " there ' s a door at the back of the room! " " Oh! that cold air shaft, " thought Jaunita, " they will all fall down there and be killed! ' ' Swiftly she ran to the door, then with all her strength pushed the table across it and climbed up. " Open the door, J Jaunita, open the door! " Louise screamed, " we shall all be roasted alive! ' " Louise, do look! " cried Jaunita, pointing toward the platform, " there is not the least smell of fire! " The children clamored, and one big boy leaped upon the table and sprang the bolt. " You are a big, bad boy, and you ought to know better! " cried Jaunita, holding the bolt fast with her hands. " There is not a least speck of fire and this door opens into the cold air shaft and if you were to jump down all the rest would follow you and you would be killed! " The boy looked stunned but quickly saw the truth and clap- ping his hands, shouted: " Hurrah! fellows! hurrah! there is no fire at all. Go back to your seats and see the rest of the show! " After this Jaunita scarcely knew what happened. She said she was too frightened to look up, so she covered her eyes with her hands and sank down upon the table. " Are ihey all safe? " asked Jaunita. " Yes, thanks to your courage, my Httle lass, " replied the lecturer, " they are all safe, barring some bruises, scratches and torn clothes. " " My courage, " repeated Jaunita; " why, I was so frightened I could not even think. " " My dear child, " replied the lecturer; " you have proved yourself to be not only the most courageous but the most thoughtful girl I ever knew. " " Yes, you are, " whispered Louise, " I am a great coward. " The children were now all in their seats, some feeling very much ashamed of them- selves and others " still crying over their bruises and torn clothes. The lecturer told them that the noise they had heard was caused by the falling of a lamp chimney and as he stooped to pick it up, his foot struck against the curtain and it too had fallen. Then he went on to say that if it had not been for the courage and coolness of ONE girl, many of them might now be lying at the bottom of the shaft, dead or wounded. Bp Pauline Aht. Having completed our high school course and being about to lay down our books and pens, we meet for the last pleasant associations to review our happy school days. The pleasant experiences of our connection with the school are indelibly recorded on our own mental tablets, but are found to be somewhat difficult to express, when we try to tell them to you. However, I shall endeavor to divulge a part of our esoteric history, and, as to the measure of our success or failure, I leave the decision to your disposal. On a bright Septem.ber morning in the beginning days of the twentieth century, thirty-two fond mothers tied ribbons on seventeen little heads, washed fifteen small, grimy faces and led them proudly to the school room door to take their first steps on the great highway of learning. These thirty-two mothers were all supremely confident that this date marked an epoch in the history of our country, but, even they did not realize that it was the beginning of the great and illustrious class of 1913. Of these, three saucy pupils were installed in the South building, while two were left to try the patience of the teacher of the North primary. These five composed the Ada contingent of the now famous class. The twenty-seven remaining pupils, " creeping like snails unwilling to school, " ' little dreamed of the glory the future held in store for them as members of the " Ada High School, 1913. " The first five years of our school life were uneventful, but, in the sixth and seventh grades, we were greatly in:pressed by the love affarr of Helen Ewmg and Harry Schoon- over. We thought it odd that he should call her " Pansy, " though probably the name of a flower was rightly given her, as now it seems as if she were a great attraction for the " B ' s. " Then came the day when gathered together from the two school buildings of the city, we were united in the eighth grade, and numbered two score and six. Here we met Edna Cronbaugh, who, though, always peace loving and quiet has had her share in the work which it takes to become a Senior. However, in that year we collided with the high school entrance examinations and our number was decreased to ore score and eight. At the beginning of our Freshman year, we were increased to two score and four. We had already heard of the formidable W. W. Meyer and M iss Finley. The tales we had heard of them were enough to make the stoutest heart quake, but, alas, there was ro need of fear and terror all that year. Charles Sanderson was so impressed with these stories that he tiptoed up and down the stairs for months. Fur-loving Ruth Shuster was one of our valuable additions. Ruth will be remem- bered by her sweet d sposition and gurgling laughter; will be noted for her peace-making qualities. Also Kathryn and Julia Shuster, with their snapping eyes and dark-hued hair, have charrred many a " mother ' s angel. " We could always rely on the Shuster Sisters when v;e wanted a prize duet. Meek, contented Pearl Baughman also entered our class during this year. Pearl was always faithful when she had something to do and always willing to do a favor for another. During this year, we worked hard and accomplished much. Botany was our spe- cialty. Even Mabel Bowersmith forgot her fear of the boys and was often seen hunting specimens with a member of the class of 1911 — so they say. Then came our Sophomore year and with it, modest Miss Mahan and stern Mr. Hill. Mr. Hill ' s coming instilled new life and vigor, not only in class work but in athletics. During this year Kathleen Zitt flitted into our midst. Kathleen plays the piano beautifully and has innocently been the cause of many a heartache among the sterner sex. Also, Ethel McElroy, the dark-haired midget of our class. Ethel will be remem- bered by her smiles and her giggling, which was continuous. Then came our Junior year, which was full of dignity ; with it came loving Miss Beiler and demure Miss Galbreath. Th ' s was the year in which Ruth Fulks first made her appearance. Ruth ' s greatest ambitions were either to be the only orie to demonstrate a proposition in geometry or to talk or walk with Main. The latter seems to have been the greatest. Then came our Senior year. Although this year was finished at the college, we gained both knowledge and fam.e. This year Harold Short and Dean Wolgamot were two of the additions to our class. After having gathered up all the knowledge at Alger, they came to gather that in Ada. They are both dignified brunettes, are easily embarassed and blush quite readily. Also, Arnold, the cuiet man fror Beallsville, who is studious and dignified. He always was on the front row in his classes, gazing earnestly at the professors. Whether he was absorbing knowledge, we have yet to learn. A few characteristics of the remaining m.en ' bers of our class should be noted, as they are too valuable to be forgotten. Our class has its share of nr.usicians. Nirum Main and Bob Byron were not only attentive and loyal to the " Dorian Literary Society, " but they always took notice and paid particular heed to any announcement concerning the " High School Orchestra. ' Judging from the talent end skill shown in their manipulation of the cornet keys and the ease with which they blew, the little craft built for two will never a calm zo e k-i w. Then, there are Hazel Haines and Lela McElroy. who were members of the once famous " High School Sextette. " But music was scarcely ever a topic of their conversa- tion, as it generally was what dress shall I wear to the dance? Nor has our forensic tone degenerated for here in Our Class we find an orator of no mean ability. This is none other than Justin McFlroy. Jut has the eloquence of a born orator. We have writers in our class, the most p rominent one being cheerful Clutter. He time gain renown as glass blowers. But from the experience that these supposed members of the class have had in editing our Annual, we believe that they can lay down the mantles of the former occupation and take up the duties of writers and editors. We have writers in aur class, the most prominent one being cheerful Clutter. He makes even the greatest of writers turn pale with envy at his command of the English language. One of his greatest writings is an " Ode to the Knight, " which was written in I9II. Along with these dignified members of our class, there are a few who belong to the " Happy Go Lucky Club. ' Among these are Neal Poling, Paul Abt and Norris Wells. It is said that these three are trying to invent a machine, the mechanical structure of which shall be such that a person needs only to set it in motion and it fans him through life at a rapid pace. Then, we have what is known as the " Chewing Gum Club. " Two of its most prominent members are Lenore McAdams and Harriet Miller It seems as if the aim of this club is to see which one can chew one stick of gum the longest. So far Lenore is victorious. One lone member of our class, who is none other than Leota Mahan, likes the water. She does not like lakes, rivers or seas but just the quiet " Brooks. " It is our earnest de- sire that Leota ' s ambition will be realized and that she make a safe voyage. Turning aside from this class of students, we come to another dignified Senior. This is Helen Crafts. Helen could always be seen worrying over her grades. One fault of Helen ' s was that she could not be persuaded by a certain other member of the class that she had cheated in the examinations. Last but not least, one proud item is that this class has a president who goes down in history as one who has been upright in handling all the difficulties that arise in adjust- ing a class of thirty-two members. He has truly been a David ' s son. We should not do justice to Elzie ' s history, however, were we to overlook the fact that one of his most delightful sports was to stay at home and watch the Gypsies. At last we have reached the fatal year, our final in Ada High. Now we stand be- fore you the finished product, — envied by the Juniors, admired by our sister class, the Sophomores, venerated by the Freshmen, and the pride of our teachers and parents. Compliments of the Seniors. K One morning some woman telephoned to the High School building that the Seniors were on the war path. Strange to say, but the under classmen iT.agined peculiar things, even that we intended to cut their hair and pour cold water upon their heads. What weaklings we are; what giants they imagined we were by pitting the entire high school against our dignified bunch of thirteen. In the forenoon Mr. Brown asked to have a little confidential talk with the Class President. Of course he knew nothing of the affair. Mr. Brown must have forgotten that our president was a Senior. The friendly encounter was ended by our worthy fathers, with no more damage done to the Seniors than a few minor splashes. Our worthy opponents had a hazy con- ception of the affair. They could not be convinced that they had not been kicked by a mule nor how one worthy Junior, high on the mental ladder, as painted by our worthy under-classmen, themselves in their own epitaphs, found in this work, had succeeded in having his trousers torn and water poured under his toe nails. Let me explain to our esteemed readers what they, viz. ; Juniors, Sophs and Fresh- men, could not understand, one would need but to see our line-up to notice the superiority, mentally, physically and morally, to the aspiring To-bes. PROFMECY By Helen Ew ' mg. It was early morning. Merrily the sunbeams ' golden rays glistened and shimmered on the trees and hills wet with morning dew. A warm breeze and the singing of the birds gave signs of nature ' s awakening. The day for our proposed journey promised to be ideal. Mounting our horses. Cousin Louise and I started on a slow canter toward the city, sixteen miles away. For a few miles our interest was fixed on the beauty of the morning, each saying many, many times. " Oh. what a glorious dav for our trio. " Th " " .. we -alked over the remarkable list of social events of the past week and the dan » given the preceding evening at the old log cabin. Our minds were so deeply engrossed in social affairs that we never noticed the change in the weather until we were completely shadowed by the heavy black clouds, hung directly over our heads. We were approaching the place most dreaded to night travellers — a place where the road is tunneled for perhaps two hundred yards, thru a curious formation of ligenous rock, while the whole hillside is honey-combed with caves and grottoes, some of consider able extent. In the daytime the tunnel is unlighted, as one is able to see the road thru- out its length, tho with some difficulty when the center is reached. Our horses were still capable of some speed, altho they had been traveling at a good rate. To stay on this side with no shelter, or to take desperate chances on reaching the opposite end, and a race for the town a half mile away — which should we do? We both decided on the latter. Spurring our horses with our heavy, roweled boots, we entered the black passage. The thunder roared, the lightning flashed; our horses became nervous, and we were afraid. We had gone perhaps about a quarter of the distance, when the storm broke in all its fury, and we were completely swallowed up by the torrent. Our frightened horses became so unmanageable that we were compelled to risk dismounting. We had noticed a small red light in the distance, which would flicker and then go out, and toward this we scrambled, shouting to each other which way to go. Faster and fiercer came the rain, and the lightning assumed its deadly and blasting form. Scrambling over rocks, and slipping down steep cliffs, we at last out of breath reached the entrance to the cavern. We stopped. What we saw there made us draw back involuntarily with a superstitious fear and chill. A fire burned in the far recess of the cave and over it was a small caldron ; on a tall and thin column of iron stood a rude lamp; over that part of the wall, at the base of which burned the fire, hung in many rows, as if to dry, was a profusion of herbs and weeds It was not these things, tho, that thrilled us with fear, but the face of the one that sat by the fire. The light shone full upon her features, revealing a woman of con- siderable age. Two stony eyes met ours. The blue and shrunken lips ; the drawn and holl ow jaw; the dead, lank, gray hair; the livid, green, ghastly skin, suggested to us the very image of a corpse. Our abrupt entrance caused her to rise and she asked us in a terrible deathlike voice what we came for. Tremulously we explained. Altho the weird laugh she uttered somewhat brot back our lost courage, only until she had voluntarily offered to reveal to us some secrets of vast importance, were we willing to remain. She warned us not to be afraid, but to sit down on the log before the fire, and then said, " Unto thee I will reveal the future of thy classmates, if you will never reveal this hiding place of the Great Hermes. " We took our oath, and she proceeded. She shuffled over behind the fire and took out a dozen huge rocks, which were concealed by the hanging herbs, and to our bewilderment we looked into a space of colored light. As she muttered a few mysterious words and lifted her wand, time had changed and we beheld the future. She explained that there would be a series of scenes in even succession, which would re- veal the affairs of our classmates in the year I 920. Scene I. — An office room was first presented where a gentleman whom we at once recognized as Elzie Adam, was dictating a letter to his stenographer. On the door we noticed the singular inscription, " Real Estate and Insurance, Adam and Eve. " A flash and Scene II appeared. — It was a western landscape. A man was seen plowing in a field with a pair of raw-boned mules. Further in the distance, standing in the door-way of a quaint old house, a woman we discerned to be Beth was calling, " Oh, Nirum dear, dinner is ready! " Scene III. — A convent is disclosed. In front, we see one attired in the costume of a ru , and when she turns, exposing her face, we behold Ruth Fulks, whom the sorceress says came to this place, having been disappointed in love. Beth had been his choice. Scene IV. — We are in the New York Hippodrome. Lenore McAdams. dressed in a gown of shimmering gold, is singing her latest masterpiece, accompanied by the world ' s greatest pianist, Kathleen Zitt. Scene V. — Suddenly we observe the interior of a fashion shop in Paris. Kate Shuster is directing her helpers, who are designing gowns for the daughters of China ' s new President. Scene VI. — Straightway our attention is directed to an extensive steel plant. We noticed on entering that " Abt Walgamot " was carved in the nrarble slab at the entrance. 1 hen it changes to Scene VII. — We are in Germany. Above a theater we notice, " tonight, Uur Greatest Composer, Pauline Mbt. " A. crowd is surging out, and suddenly they n.ake way for a distinguished looking couple, the lady we recognize, to be cJhel Mcelroy. Scene VIII. — vVe are quickly transported to the West. A couple is sitting on the porch of a rancher ' s home, and to our surprise, we see that it is Neal and Clara. A quick flash and Scene IX takes us to Brooklyn, New York. Harriet Miller and Leota Mahan are managing a popular hat shop, employing thousands of women workers. Scene X. — We discern a magnificent Medical Academ.y. A crowd of reporters and others are awaiting the report from within. Dr. Lanfair is performing a delicate operation on Helen Keller ' s ears. Scene XI. — The scene changes to Philadelphia. Mabel Bowersmith, the noted suffragette, is addressing a multitude. This speech had been preceded by a worthy address of Pearl Baughman. Suddenly the speech was interrupted by the clang of a patrol wagon. " Happy " Wells jumps out and arrests " Slippery lim, " the smuggler. Scene XII. — In an instant we are the interested spectators at a wrestling bout. Harold Short is refereeing the champion match between jess Reirier and Chas. Sander- son. It ends with Charles the champion of the world. Scene XIII. — This is a teachers ' institute. Helen Crafts deHvers a famous dis- course on the " rourth dimension. Ruth Shuster, ot world wide repute as a leader in domestic science, succeeds her with a remarkable address on the one great subject, " What shall 1 cook for him? " Scene XIV. — 1 his scene is in the Arabian desert. Harry and Irene, mounted on a white camel, are sitting, equally attentive to each other, under the white tapestries. A little to the rear, on a gray camel, we observe Jut and Molly sitting widely apart. The sorceress says, " Thus shall be their honeymoon! " Scene XV. — 1 he scene changes to a barracks. By chance, three of our old friends, dressed in officer ' s uniform, are conversing. Lloyd is explaining the aeroplane tactics of the day to Clutter and Arnold. Scene XVI. — One of our prominent high schools is brot to our view. We see Edna on the teaching force, competently taking charge of the English department. Scene XVII. — A Sorority chapter house. Lela is there as the grand-president, and from the number of girls about her, she still seems to be congenial and a leader. Scene XVIII.— The scene changes to the ternis tournament between England and America. It is lady ' s singles. Julia Shuster, America ' s champion, is meeting England ' s favorite. It is an exciting contest, and America wins. Scene XIX. — Chicago ' s New Hotel. A dignified and stately gentleman walks up to the desk, registers and meets some other people at the side of the spacious room. He presents his card, and we read, " Robert Byron, Pres. of the Pennsylvania Railroad. " At this point the light in the wall went out, the sorceress disappeared, and wc were left alone. As there were no lights within, and the rain had ceased without, we sought the sunshine and our horses, gratified, but wondering whether this would be true. By ' ' Mozart " One bright morning the geometry recitation was suddenly interrupted by the entrance of Supt. Brown. After a short conference with Mr. Hill, the latter very deliberately informed four members of the class that they should take their books and get out of the building. Also they could consider themselves suspended until they should be reinstated. These orders they very courteously and promptly obeyed. The following morning, when they were brought before the faculty, they were greatly surprised when they learned what charges were filed against them. We will take space here to mention that nearly all of these charges applied to under-classmen and not to our class. Three of these persons when brought up for trial were informed that their, that is as individuals, grievances were the least of any. We regret to say that if the faculty had investigated the matter, they might have had the pleasure of convicting and punishing them. But as it was, the pleasure was all OURS. The end of the matter was that the four parties concerned were reinstated in their classes and school went on the same as usual, in fact, better than usual. Thus we had the honor of benefiting the school. Before this time we had suffered under bitter accusations and violent threats in which many forceful adjectives, such as " rascals " and " thugs, " were applied to us. Thus the name " Thug Quartette. " For reference to these persons see their likenesses among the other members of the Class of 1913. ' ' W Wkmlmfk t® Begin ' ' Mabel Bowersmkb Only a thought of the yesterdays, . That frame Histories ' Past, . - Only a glance of the tomorrows. That molds the eternal mast; Only a look outward and onward. Far beyond the horizon ' s expanse. Beyond the stars and ethereal blue. Until God answers back to you. With message, " to press steadily forward. And win the race of life; As on through life we go ! Opportunity converses with each and every one. Upon life ' s work and duties to be done. Revealing a hazy mystery. Of life ' s human history; Ambition with graceful step, greets Luck, And joins hand to hand with PLUCK; Then Ambition joins her eager hand. And together they form an arch grand. Under which myriad souls daily tread. Some by Fortune ' s hand, some by Fate led. As on through life they go! Character, the sentinel of life ' s pathway Pointing the cares that infest the way. And with trumpet clear These words all hear: Cherish right, but fear the wrong. For truth stands bold and strong. Happiness rules the kingdom of love. Hearts beat to rythm like musical stars above. And scatter to all gleaming bright. Dispel the darkness with mellow light. As on through life we go! Hail! to our grade teachers whose patience and skill, Have aided us in knowledge and educated our will, Through paths of thought, we have been eagerly led. While for examinations we ' ve had a dread, Here to the H. S. teachers; we homage do. Who have instructed us, so loyal and so true. You have been a friend, helpers in all our daily work; And taught each and all, " Duty not to shirk, " Happy are the school-days spent under your care. Life ' s problems we will learn and world ' s cruel snare. As on through life we go! Hail ! to the O. N. U. professors, so learned and so wise, Who have shown to us, " Honor is the prize. " For past year you have instructed us with ever patient skil The mind our store-house so eagerly to fill. We feel as if you have won. And now feel life ' s duties begun. Life ' s possibilities are before. As we journey the threshold o ' er, Wealth and fame some will be led. But to all some cares, some heartaches, dread; As on through life we go ! Seniors, let us our duty do. To the whole world be true. And if disappointments come our way. And for awhile darken the sunny day. Or if fame and wealth to us greet, May we nobly advance and meet, And above all difficulties rise. And win the sought-for prize. Earnestly and patiently press onward. Until the cry of the ages be, " Forward, " As on through life we go ! Our high school days now are over. And realities are now seen, (From the gay now to the sober). This to Class of I 9 1 3 : " Shed kindness to each and every one. If victory to win and duties to be done. Cherish Faith, Virtue and Happiness, These three will aid you to success; Live so our characters in great hereafter will prove. Genius worthy for eternal growth and progress move. Drawing us nearer to the great soul of the Creator, As on through life we go! Llii ' lLlljniJii ilMillMillii Hazel Haines The Class of 1913 have enjoyed many social events during their four years of High School life. We can remember our Freshman and Sophomore years as being two years of hard work and for this reason social functions were omitted with the exception of a box supper. We can remember our Junior year as one of good times and of strong friendships, which has established a class spirit like no other class in former years. We will never forget the famous hay-ride to Dola, when Jut. performed such an heroic act in saving the life of Helen, our class prophet, who accidentally fell through a cellar door to the bottomless pit. Also the bob-sled ride to the home of one of our esteemed classmates, Ruth Shuster. We can further speak of the banquet in which the classes united in connection with the Inter-Class Contest. The Senior year has been one of pleasure and enjoyment, despite the fact that we have been deprived of the association of the other classes. This year we had a Senior box supper and also held the second annual Inter-High School banquet. And now we complete the four years of hard labor by a Class Day exercise, and finally the Graduation. B]) Cuellermo Clutter i- . In our freshman year our representatives were two of our smallest but our mightiest students of the class. Miss Helen Ewing representing us with a reading and Lester Wert- himer a short story. The Seniors thought to awe our little representative by putting their largest member against her. Miss Ewing was not awed in the least and was vic- torious over the seniors ' larger representative, Mr. Clyde Deeds. Mr. Lester Werthimer lost the short story to Miss Imogene Runser of the Sophomore Class. Our class was somewhat diminished by a few leaving but the same literary spirit prevailed as in our Freshman year. Our little Helen Ewing was again called to the front to FRESHMAN YEAR. SOPHOMORE YEAR. represent her classs by a reading for the Inter-Class Con- test of 1911 against Miss Kathleen Donaghy of the Freshman Class. Miss Helen had a very fine reading and gave it with great enthusiasm and we thought we were gomg to win but the judges called it a tie. Mr. Paul Abt and Mr. Elzie Adam were called upon to give a fiery debate against the representatives of the Juniors who were Miss Margaret Welsh and Miss Cora Luft. Our de- baters had a fine debate and went down with flying colors before the representatives of the Junior Class. In the Junior year it was announced that we were to have an oration and our hopes sank low. But a bright star was seen over in the West, and, as it grew brighter it was seen to contain the jovial face of Mr. Justin McElory. We caught at the prophecy and elected him to represent our class with an oration. Nor were we disappointed in our prophecy or choice. He gave his oration with great spirit and voice and drove it into the very souls of the judges and when the reports of the judges were given we were victorious over Miss Ella Rothrock, the representative of the Senior Class. Mr. Harry Schoonover and Mr. Paul Abt represented our class in debate against the Sopho- mores. The Sophomore representatives were Mr. Barton Snyder and Mr. Edgar Parks. Our representatives put up extra fine argument and it was generally believed that we were to be the victors but we were forced to give in and go down to defeat by the judges giving a report in favor of the Sophomore Class. Miss Mabel Bowersmith was called upon this year to render an original story against the Fresh-nan Class. The Freshman representative was Miss Gladys Bressler, who gave a fine story but was less experienced. Mabel has done quite a bit of this work and was well qualified for the position. The class made a wise choice and were not disappointed. Mabel had a very fine story and she ren- dered it with more life and spirit than did the representa- tive of the Freshman class. As a result the representative of the Freshman class went down to defeat. Our orator, Mr. Justin McElroy, was called upon again to give an oration against the Juniors. We were not dis- appointed, as he again won for us. Mr. Zeno Adam was the Juniors ' representative but he could not stand up against the running fire and oratory of our representative and went down to defeat, thus giving us a double victory in our last year of High School work. Mr. Justin Mc- Elroy is a fine orator and he is to represent our school in the North-Western Oratorical Contest at Ottawa. We hope that he will again be victorious as he has been in the preceding years. By K. Paul Abt If there is one who thinks that there is any sport that excels football in showing what kind of " stuff " a man is composed of, he certainly doesn ' t understand the game, which can justly be called the game of games. It is a game requiring quickness, courage, strength and quick perception, besides a cool head and well controlled temper. Many criticise football because of its roughness, but those who do so undoubtedly have never known the sensation which is felt just before the whistle is sounded for the kick- off, or have stood spellbound on the side lines cheering a spectacular play and afterwards " yelled themselves hoarse. " ' Every one loves a fighter. Football has been compared to the battle of life. All through life we have hard lines to " buck. " We have the weakest points in the opposition to discern; we must have courage and perseverance for we are often " tackled low " and come to the earth with a thud; we must see the weak points in our attack and strengthen them and we must bring all forces to work in unity in order to reach the goal and secure the " touch-down. " What man who is confronted by great obstacles will not receive a valuable inspiration by recaUing his football days? Ada High School was somewhat handicapped by changing of coaches this season, but nevertheless a desirable end was reached by our team. A. H. S. Football Team. Season of 1912. Florida ' 15. Right End Sanderson ' 13. Left Tackle Donaghy ' 14. Right Tackle Spellman ' 15, Left End Landfair ' 13, Right Guard Botkin ' 15, Quarter Corbett ' 15. Center Schoonover ' 13. Right Half Poling ' 13. Left Guard Byron ' 13. Full Back Auspach. ' 1 3, Left Half Substitutes: Holman, Snyder. Short. Arnold. Clutter. Officers: Bob Byron. Captain; George Botkin. Manager; Joe F. Hill. Faculty Manager. Place Score Ada Ada. 46— Bluffton 0 Ada ..Ada. 48— Second O. N. U., 0 Van Wert Ada. 38— Van Wert. 0 Ada Ada, 27 — Urbana, 0 Bluffton Ada, 14— Bluffton, 6 Fostoria Ada, 0 — Fostoria, 58 Ada Ada. 99— St. Marys, 0 Bowling Green Ada, 0 — Bowling Green, 12 Defiance Ada, 12 — Defiance, 14 Ada Ada, 1 2 — Alunmi, 0 1 Total. 296 90 Bp K. Paul Aht. We organized a basket ball team at the end of football season with every boy of the class out at practice. Our first game was played at home with Kenton High School, who proved to be a fast bunch but nevertheless went down to defeat. Our next two games were played at Bluffton, where on account of being handicapped by a very small floor we were defeated both times. We then played the two long-hoped for games with the Soph- omores. They were defeated in both games by the Seniors. These two games were played for the benefit of the H. S. football debt, and a neat sum was realized from these games. SENIIOR BASKET BALL Forwards — McElroy, Byron. Guards — Schoonover, Erneberger, Abt, Poling. Center — Main. OFFICERS J. McElroy, Captain; Paul Abt, Manager. RESULT Kenton High 25 Bluffton High 34 Bluffton High 25 A. H. S. Sophomores 15 A. H. S. Sophomores 14 SEASON A. H. S. Seniors 29 A. H. S. Seniors 2b A. H. S. Seniors 19 A. H. S. Seniors 26 A. H. S. Seniors .28 REMEMBER Prof. Brown ' s " Let me put you next " . Mr. Sheets ' " I have the stren ' th to do it. " Joe Hill ' s " I mean just what I say. " Mabel Bowersmith ' s flowing poetry. Prof. Ice and his last hair cut. Miss Beiler ' s smile and opinion of " ponies. " Prof. Brown riding his bike on a cold day. Prof. Beer ' s " The fool thing. ' fUST IN FUN. Poling — " What did you say you wanted for that dog? " Abt — " One thousand dollars. " Poling — " Goodness, that ' s more than I ' m worth. " Abt — " Well, you see, some dogs are worth more than others. " Norris always remained at the bottom of the class, because he could go no lower. " Oh! Norns! Norris! " cried Miss Beiler after twenty minutes ineffectual explana- tion. " Whatever do you think your head is for? " Norris thought it was one of those awful questions, and pondered perseveringly. " Please Mum, " he finally replied. " I ' spect its to keep my collar on. " Prof. Beer — " Miss Haines, can you tell me how Iron was first discovered? " Hazel — " Yes, sir. " Prof. Beer — " Well! just tell the class what your information is along that line. " Hazel — " I heard Pa say yesterday that they smelt it. " Since Landfair is a Democrat it is thought that he will become President of the United States. Dean — (telling a hair-raising adventure) " And in the bright moonlight we could plainly see the dark muzzles of seven famished wolves. " Pauline — (breathlessly) " Oh, how thankful you must have been when you saw them wearing muzzles. " Helen Crafts was teasing Ethel McElroy about her being such a short, sawed-off little person. " Well! " retorted Ethel, " I ' d rather be a period than a hyphen anyway. " i ■ SOMETHING YOU OUGHT TO KNOW. I asked the Prof, in Latin one day. Whether " land " was spelled with on " o ' ' or " a, " But this is all that he would say: " That ' s something you ought to know. " Now, why is it that my grade he slashed, " Do you keep a ' pony ' firmly lashed? " He asked m exam, and these words I dashed: " That ' s something you ought to know. " Agnes Packer (in department store) — " Have you anything to keep hair from falling out? " Clerk — " Hairpins; two counters to the right. " " It must make you nervous in battle to hear bullets whistling past your ears, " said a girl to Frank Cussins. " Well, I don ' t know, " he answered; " there ' s a certain amount of satisfaction in having them whistle; you know they ' re going past. " In the Physics III Exam. Harry touches Paul, who is sitting next to him, and whispers: " For goodness ' sake write plainly. " Pauline Abt in describing a Leclanche cell in Physics III made the following statement: " It is made of two silver plates immersed in mayonaise. " Remember Prof. Ice exclaiming: " If you fellows can ' t behave and quit your try- ing to run over me, you can get out. Get out — understand? " Adam (coming up to Glen Neal ' s barber shop). " Say, Glen, how soon can you cut my hair? " " In about half an hour. " " All right, " said Adam, and departed. In a few minutes he returned. " Say, Glen, " asked Adam, " sun time or standard? " Helen — " I think B is a delightful dancer; he is so light on his feet. Julia — " When you get better acquainted with him, you ' ll find he ' s light on both ends. " V. T. Sheets, the English teacher — " Mr. Spellman, you may write a sentence containing five propositions. " Von — " The hootinany for the durall, of the kaddiddy, up next to the kisser, under the valve. " Jim C. (waiting on the square on a cold winter evening) — " Oh, won ' t school never let out? " Engraving and School for College Publications The above is the title of our Book of In lructions which is loaned to the laff of each publication for which we do the engraving. 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