Cn Yor Hi
Published Annually by
The Senior Class
Ada High School
Nineteen hundred and eighteen
In editing this book it has been the aim of the Cn Yor Hi staff to portray the real activities of our high school life. We have attempted to give due consideration to every interest of the student body and to avoid over-emphasis of any one feature at the expense of others. Feeling that we have succeeded in this in a large part we present for your approval the Cn Yor Hi for 1918. May it speak for itself.
IV. H. S. Building
VII. Sophomores VIII Freshmen
X. Annual Staff
XI. Art Section
XIV. Senior Tatler
the Brave Sons of Ada High School who are now fighting to make the world safe for democracy we most respectfully dedicate this book, the Cn Yor Hi of nineteen hundred and eighteen. : : :
Names of those in the Service to April 30, 1918
Zeno Adam Walter Agin Neil Anspach Paul Abt Elzie Adam
Howard Barnes Carl Bauman Geo. Bodkin Robt. Byron
Dale Carey Virgil Cook Leonard Cummans IL P. Curry Frank Cussans
Foster Diehl Raymond Dobbins Harry Dobbins
Floyd Elliott Dale Ernsberger Lloyd Ernsberger Paul Ernsberger Ralph Etherton Eugene Ewing
Hesse Florida Stanley Foss
Pierre Hill Iiufo S. Henry Charles Hickernell
Sinclair Jameson Claude Jameson
Ralph Klingler L
Robert Landfair M
Frank McElroy Harry McElroy Roy Marty Russel Meyer William Meyer Frank Mercer Scott McCafferty Justin McElroy James McElroy Hiram Main Karl Meyer Dean McElroy Hurst Montville Ralph Mertz Brice Mann
Claude Neiswander P
Eugene Preston Harold Patterson Neil Poling
Edgar Park George Perry
Paul Rothrock S
Paul Smith Von Spellman Jennings Stambaugh Charles Sanderson Harry Schoonover Barton Snyder Mark Shanklin Paul Sells Warren Storer Merrit Schoonover Carl Schoonover.
Vernor Vogenitz W
Ralph Williams Warren Wagner Norris Wells Claire Weaver Lester Wertheimer
B. Young Dwight Yoder
Board of Education
Village of Ada, Ohio
W. O. Shelly, President George Rothrock C. W. Brecheisen C. H. Freeman M. L. Snyder
A. E. Warren, Secretary-Treasurer
Page EightTo The Class of 1918:
I have had the opportunity of observing the progress of the Class of 1918, from the Freshman year to the present time, also of being one of its teachers during the past year. I have always found the members of this class good natured, courteous and full of good cheer.
This class is also distinguished for its many accomplishments, its refinement and fine sense of loyalty and honor.
The memories of this class will linger with me through the years to come. May your lives be an inspiration to others as they have been to me, and may success crown your efforts in life.
Your teacher and friend,
WILLIAM ADDISON STAGE
Page NineTo the Class of 1918:
You are about to enter upon the field of Self Reliance. Should you fall it would be no disgrace; but to lie there is disgrace. Many hours will be dark and gloomy; yet the sunny days shall so far exceed those hours that they will be forgotten forever. May your life be so spent that it shall bring honor and respect to the Ada High.
Principal A. T. Sneeringer
Ad Discipulos caros meos:
Scio vos delectari quod Latine scripsirim. Saepe olim cum gaudio ad hanc paginam ven-ietis, cum voluptate legetis. Ego, vestri primae classis meae, saepe meminero. Una in terra ilia Gallia pugnavimus, una in foro Romano locuti sumus, una cum Aenea multa et magna aequora transumus.
Et nunc ad finem venimus. Christus Dominus vestigia vestra regat, res secundae sint vestrae.
Seniores valete, salvete Alumni.
Quondam magistra, nunc et semper arnica.
Maria Hickernell Adae, A. U. C. MMDCLXXI.
To the Seniors of A. H. S. 1918:
,0U lave now come to the commencement which sig'nilies the finishing of your High School work. You are commencing life anew either to make the world better or worse for your presence.
oui success, in the end, will not be measured in gold or silver but by the help and encouragement to others. May you always carry a cheerful attitude that others may be cheered by your smile. The little deeds done each day are among the many preparations for the beginning, for after all, life is only a commencement.
Paul E. Sprang
TenTo the Graduating Class of 1918:
Thru the four long years of high school you have met many difficult problems as students and as athletes. You have cheered your class to victory and have gone down with it in defeat.
As you step out upon the broad plane of future pleasures and difficulties no matter what your fate may be’ take the bitter with the sweet and fix your eye upon the distant goal—“Success”.
J. T. Swearingen
To the Senior Class of 1918:
In this brief space 1 wish only to express my kindest regards and best wishes for the happiness and success of each member of the Senior Class.
May this stanza from Oliver Wendell Holmes offer an incentive to broaden and strengthen your lives for the years which lie before you:
"Build thee more stately mansions. Oh my soul. As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than the last.
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast. Till thou at length are free.
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life’s unresting sea!"
To the Senior Class of 1918:
A world lies bleeding before you. To heal its war sore and to build its future more secure than its past should be a part of your life work. You have a part to play in a world task. Meet it with a firm hand and a clear brain.
L. A. Walker
Page ElevenPage TwelveX’age ThirteenMerle M. Agin
Ada Grammar School 1914.
Class President 1916-17-18.
I. C. C. Debate 1916.
Business Manager 1918 Cn Yor Hi.
“And he shall be a leader among men.”
Agin is a combination lady fusser, jeweler, and class politician. But, he has been a good ruler, and our class could never have gotten along without him.
Lois Viola Mathews
Boxwell Graduate 1913.
Class Secretary 1916, ’18.
I. C. C. Contestant 1915-16-17-18.
Lois’ ability as an orator and elocutionist is unquestioned. Success awaits her in that profession.
Lloyd A. Krofft
Greencastle, Ind., Grammar School 1912. Greencastle High School 1913-14.
Senior Basket Ball.
Treasurer Senior class.
“Heinie” entered our class this year. We found him a good fellow, but we sometimes wonder what takes him to Bluffton so often.
Page FourteenWilma Marie McGinnis Ada Grammar School 1914.
Basket Ball 1915, ’17, ’18.
A smiling, cheerful person, who is always ready for a good time. “Mack” has been a diligent worker for the “Cn Yor Hi.”
Clayton F. Bushong
New Stark, Ohio.
Boxwell Graduate 1914.
“Clayt” is a New Stark representative. He is highly interested in chemistry and is ambitious along the pharmic line.
Dorothy Jean Ames
Ada Grammar School 1914.
I. C. C. Piano Solo 1915, ’16, ’17, ’18.
“D” is our talented and ambitious pianist. She has already established herself in the artist class and a big success awaits her in the musical world.
Page FifteenEsther Mae Blosser
New Stark, Ohio.
Boxwell Graduate 1914.
This cheerful, pleasant girl, who is quite a favorite, will be remembered for her happy carefree disposition.
Brush College 1913.
Ladies and gentlemen this is “Archie,” a good natured person who has been the apex of many jokes.
Theresa Fern Slusser
New Stark, Ohio.
Boxwell Graduate 1914.
“Teddy” is a girl of the practical sort who is always ready to give or take a joke.
Page SixteenSarah Lucinda Eversole
Ada Grammar School 1914.
“Cindy” will never be able to escape the darts of a little fellow called Cupid. She is one of the two members graduating who founded our class in the first grade, 1906.
George B. Rothrock
Ada Grammar School 1914.
I. C. C. Debate 1917.
Football and Basketball 1916, '17.
A member of the midnight crew with offices at “Flick’s.” “G. B.” is the other of the two who started the Class of ’18 in 1906.
Hazel Eureka Elzay Boxwell Graduate 1914.
Sometimes we think Hazel would rather “tat” than do anything else. We expect she will become the imperial sovereign of a school room.
Page SeventeenBernice I. Lantz
Boxwell Graduate 1913.
Bernice is of a quiet unassuming nature and always comes to school with her lessons prepared.
J. Leroy Cotner
Boxwell Graduate 1914.
He is rather small of stature, a farmer’s son, and never known to have had a girl.
Mary Belle McWilliams
Boxwell Graduate 1914.
Mary has a habit of reciting in a confused order which usually brings a laugh from the class. Nevertheless Mary, “Don’t let ’em kid you.”
Page EighteenMary Ellen Sleesman
Ada Grammar School 1914.
A tall member of our class, very modest and never known to lose her temper.
Truman L. Wolgamuth
Boxwell Graduate 1913.
Ada Grammar School 1914.
He has never injured himself studying and is always on deck for any mischief.
Lelia Viola Rockey
Ada Grammar School 1914.
Being faithful in her studies she has naturally made an excellent showing in her grades.
Page Nineteenllo Mae Wollam
Boxwell Graduate 1914.
I. C. C. Original Story 1918.
Here is a time scholar. Ilo is noted for always having her lessons and for making splendid recitations.
Lowell F. Snyder
Ada Grammar School 1914.
I. C. C. Debate 1916.
Student Manager Athletics 1917.
Editor-in-chief Cn Yor Hi 1918.
Here is the editor-in-chief. Altho lighter in weight he. still survives and is ready to answer all kicks and howls at 514 South Johnson, or phone 195.
Dorothy Milam Foley
Ada Grammar School 1914.
I. C. C. Debate 1917.
Historian Senior Class.
Basketball 1915, ’17, ’18.
“Foley” is a good sport who will be remembered especially as a basketball star. We are sure she will make good in her ambition to become a trained nurse.Mary Katherine Spellman
Ada Grammar School 1914.
Class Secretary 1915.
I. C. C. Original Story 1915.
Basketball 1915, '17, ’18.
Here is our highly tempered prize fighter. “Kate” is of a jolly nature however, our best example of the suffragette.
Carl G. Klingler
Boxwell Graduate 1914.
I. C. C. Cheerleader 1915, ’16.
Football 1914, ’15, ’16, ’17.
Baseball 1915, ’16, ’17.
“For he’s a jolly good fellow.”
In “Kling” Ada Hi loses not only one of its most popular fellows but one of its best athletes in recent years. He expects to drop bombs on the kaiser soon.
Boxwell Graduate 1913.
Ines is the possessor of a sparkling diamond. We don’t know what his name is,—but congratulations.
Page Twenty-oneAleta E. Parshall
Ada Grammar School 1914.
A faithful member of our class, quiet and reserved who has made an excellent showing in her studies.
Homer J. Baransy
Ada Grammar School 1914.
Football and Baseball 1917.
Class Treasurer 1916, T7.
“Me thinks he appears as if in love.”
“Ike” is our tallest classmate, fonder of athletics, fun and girls than of study, but he can get good grades if he tries.
Audrey Rowena Dally
Ada Grammar School 1914.
Here’s a good natured girl who doesn’t seem to worry about anything, at least she always wears a happy smile.
I’age Twenty-twoRhea Louise Pore
Orwell, Ohio, Grammar School 1914. Latin-English course.
Rhea came here this year to get her fourth year of high school work. She is a quiet girl and attends strictly to her own affairs.
Robert J. Darnell
Boxwell Graduate 1914.
I. C. C. Cheerleader 1917, ’18.
Football and Baseball 1916, ’17.
“Red is a husky farmer lad whose hobby is to pull off something or get into mischief in some way.
Arlie G. Matheny
Boxwell Graduate 1913.
Arlie is usually occupied in getting her lessons and never has much to say. However she has a pleasant smile for all.
Page Twenty-threeII n flbemoriam
5)ieC , Iftarcb 10, 191S Class of 10IS
Page Twenty-fivePago Twenty-sixJunior Class of 1918
Motto: Be Square. Class Colors: Pink and Green.
CLASS OFFICERS Freda Beuchert, President
Mildred Ames, Vice President Ruth Shank. Secretary-Treasurer Vera Barnes, Historian
Donovan Isham, Editor
Ames. Mildred Haynes, Holland
Beuchert, Freda Baumgartner, Gais Barnes, Vera Brewer, Ruth Cotner, Mary Danner, Kathryn Fulks, George
Freeman, Herbert Gallant, Howard Greer, Dorothy Houser, Ray
Shanaberger, Mills Smith Eunice
Isham, Donovan Ivlingler, Wilma Main, Russel Miller, Stanley McElroy, Naomi Motter, Erret Neiswander, Una Price, Ruth Poling, Paul Reedy Hildred Runser, Edna Ream, Alma
In The Junior Classes
“I don’t think I can translate that.”—Dorothy Greer.
“I don’t know where the place is.”—Kathryn Danner.
“I forget what the words mean before I look them up.”—Paul Poling.
“I studied the next section.”—Freda Speer.
In Mediaeval and Modem History they all pattern their lives after “Pepin the Short.” Sprang has taught the Juniors to sing one verse of America without the book. Swearingen: “Now class today we take up Electricity, and I want it understood
that there will be no opportunity for sparking.” (Audible sighs from the girls.)
“Now Cooney, to begin with, What is Electricity?”
Cooney: “A cross between a steam engine and a dynamo.”
Swearingen: “Partly right. Yes sir, Cooney, your about half right.”
Cooney: (in an indignant voice) “Look here, Sir!, no man is gonna insult me in
public and git away with it.”
Page Twenty-sevenHistory of The Junior Class
By Vera Barnes
.y, HE illustrious class of ’19 composed of forty-five members entered the Ada High School on a beautiful day of September in 1915.
W fh We had our first class meeting and elected the following officers: President, Mills Shanabarger; Vice-president, Frieda Beuchert; Secretary, Hildred Reedy, and Treasurer, Stanley Miller. We chose pink and green as our colors.
The main excitement of that year was the Inter-Class Contest. We can now look back and see several boys and girls climbing over step-ladders trying to decorate the Freshman window. Their work was not in vain, for on the evening of the Inter-Class Contest it looked splendid and was highly praised by all. Our contestants did splendidly, but due to inexperience lost, although the class greatly appreciated their work.
Another event which perhaps was the most beneficial to us happened on a warm day in May. We received our grade cards, which, to our great joy, told us we were no longer Freshmen but were Sophomores.
In the beginning of our Sophomore year we again elected officers as follows: President, Herbert Freeman; Vice-president, Stanley Miller; Secretary, Hildred Reedy, and Treasurer, Kathryn Danner. We gained a few members for our class and also lost a few.
An event in our Sophomore year, which we will always remember was that of having our colors, pink and green, afloat on the school building one morning when we arrived at school.
The Inter-Class Contest came next. We won the reading but lost the debate by a small margin. After the contest came the banquet which we all enjoyed.
Again we received our grade cards and Lo! Presto! Change! we were Juniors. We had scarcely started when Mr. Livingston, scared out perhaps at the prospects of such a class of science, deliberately left us. We did not grieve long, for soon we gained a most efficient instructor, Mr. Swearingen. He is one of the most beloved of the faculty for he has been known to put off a test three times but when it does come— Oh! My!
After Mr. Livingston left us, we gained Mr. Sneeringer as principal. In the trials and tribulations of life we hope that Mr. Sneeringer’s dimples never fade.
Our officers for this year are: President, Frieda Beuchert; Vice-president, Mil-
dred Ames; Secretary, Edna Runser, and Treasurer, Ruth Shank.
The contestants which we elected for Inter-Class Contest are Herbert Freeman for the oration, and Donovan Isham and Howard Gallant for the debate.
So with the good will and respect of the teachers and our colors pink and green watching over us, there is no reason why we should not become Seniors and then graduate as the class of 1919.
Miller to Houser (in subdued voice) during singing hour: “Why, Rayola! Can’t
you tell you’re out of tune ? I believe Charles you are singing in the wrong.”
“Well, don’t I know it? Its to my opinion that the blamed song was written in the wrong key in the first place.”
Shanabarger: “You know I’m studying for the aviation corps.”
Interested Listener (perhaps Femini): “Isn’t that fine; and are you getting along nicely ?”
Shanabarger: “Yep! I know every part of an aeroplane and where it comes from. Now the wings come from Albany, the wheels from Buffalo, the frame from Chicago, the tires from Akron, and I guess the propeller comes from Russia.”
(Same Femini in inquisitive voice): “From Russia! But why from Russia?”
Shanabarger (in important voice): “Two thousand revolutions per minute.”
WE WONDER WHY
Miss Hauschildts always fastens her collar with a pin marked U. S. A.
Prof. Walker alternately feels his chin and looks at his watch.
Paul Poling, is otherwise known as “Wandering Jew” on account of his numerous visits to Alger, McGuffey, Harrod, Kenton, Lima, Bluffton, Dunkirk, Dola, Podunk, and Nobunk, for chivalrous purposes.
Let It Be Known: That Howard Gallant tiring of the feminine populace of Ada, has decided to move to Florida to raise chickens. Success to him.
Page Twenty-ninePage ThirtySophomore Class 1918
Colors: Green and White.
Motto: Labor has its reward in success. CLASS OFFICERS
Bernard Abt, President
Lucille Shuster, Vice-President
Zona Clark, Secretary
Sanford Jameson, Treasurer and Editor
Ralph Oberlin Dorothy Friedly
George Sleesman Ruth Wilson
Paul W of ley Rosa Boutwell
Lester Lee Dorothy Mertz
Paul McWilliams Marie Loutzenhiser
Lester McWilliams Hazel Cooney
Russell Storer Gertrude Beery
Raymond Johnson Mildred Wollam
Mae Slusser Blanche Spusley
William Snyder Verena Law
Justin Brewer, Jr. Mildred Lowman
Paul Shank Mildred Klingler
Albert Smith Mildred Hullinger
Luther Adam Lavonne Augsberger
Walter Matheny Agnes Klingler
Thomas Derringer, Jr. Zeresh Hayden
Lynn Young Isabelle Cunningham
Bernard Abt Golda Nau
Sanford Jameson Margaret Baker
Amos Klingler Eva Wells
Day Ludwig Cleo Cantrell
Zona Clark Olive Ridgeway
Ruby Shadley Opal Welker
Lucille Shuster Marie Ramer
History of Class of 1920
By Zona Clark.
Oirj N a bright sunny morning in September, 1916, we entered the Ada High lyr School as Freshmen. We numbered more than seventy students.
Our first morning was slightly dampened by the fact that the greater majority of our class did not know the ways of the fashionable elite—the Sophomore, Junior and Senior classes. But disregarding this, we soon began to learn that “the ways of the lowly are righteous,” and soon prominently established our class in the hearts of the Faculty.
Our first class meeting will long be remembered by the whole class, for after it’s close, William Snyder first realized the burdens of the presidency of the Freshman class; and at the same time wondered why he felt so important. But when Justin Brewer beheld himself as vice-president, he rushed joyfully out, proclaiming to his comrades his good luck, and beseechingly entreated them to look upon him in the future as a candidate for vice-president of the United States. At the same meeting, we chose green and white for our class colors,—symbols of innocence and purity.
Sadly stamped on our memories is the fact, that in our first I. C. C. we lost the coveted goal; but we determined not to be daunted by this, but to look forward to our future success.
The days passed swiftly, and when school closed, we went home,—Freshmen no longer, but Sophomores. We had taken one long step in our career.
Vacation passed, and we once more entered school, happier than when we entered as Freshmen for our embarrassment of beginning A. H. S. was passed. One grief alone now followed us, being the fact that our class had decreased from seventy to fifty-two.
For our president in 1917-18, we chose Bernard Abt, well qualified for the position; and for vice-president, Lucille Shuster. We did not change our class colors, as we determined to stand by them, and let them carry us gallantly forward.
Through the joint efforts of the high school faculty, a literary society was established in the high school course. Through this society, we have found our class to contain two famous debaters who are destined to win fame in their future days.
In our course up to the present time, nothing of great consequence has happened, except that from the time we learned the three fortunate ones—Unity, Coherence, and Emphasis, we have reached a goal, where we hope, by the term’s close, to be within two golden steps of St. Peter’s portal. For such a place we now think that Stage must be.
Page Thirty-twoThe Humorous Side of Life
Wanted—A detective to keep the Freshmen out of the building.
Who will answer Hazel’s crazy questions? Board of information.
Abt—What did you say you wanted for that dog?
Paul S.—One thousand dollars.
Abt—That’s more than I’m worth.
Paul S.—Some dogs are worth more than others.
Dorothy M.—Shining her finger nails on her dress.
Eva W.—You will wear it out.
Dorothy M.—Can’t, kid, its reinforced.
Imagine—Isabelle C. leaving a basket ball game with bobbed hair and a blacked eye. How did she get that way?
Lester M.—Smiles to show his gold.
Net Lee, how about your student girl friends?
Things We Never See
Raymond Johnson—at school.
Lavone Augsberger—not reading a cheap novel.
Eva Wells—without her chewing gum.
Dorothy Mertz—at work.
Russell Storer—home on Sunday.
Page Thirty-threeFIRST SECTION OF FRESHMAN CLASSPage Thirty-fiveFreshman Class 1918
Colors: Cerise and Gray.
Motto: Excelsior (Onward and Upward).
Waldo Wollam, President
James Mertz, Vice-President
Edith Snyder, Secretary
Benjamin Jones, Treasurer
Charles Ahlefeld John Estill Delcie Norris
Eldred Anspach Ruth Freed Letha Norris
Russell Anspach Margaret Groth Janette Parshall
David Armstrong Viola Hall Conwell Poling
Avonnelle Babcock Frank Hammer Floyd Poling
Mamie Baker Alice Hen- Virgil Poling
Eulah Baransy Marie Houser Leroy Ream
Edward Bonyhman Genevieve Irey Helen Runser
Cecil Bearinger Benjamin Jones Georgia Russell
Bernice Bish Mabel Kelley Prosper Sager
Nora Burnett Alvena Klingler Harold Sanderson
Genevive Clayton Constance Klingler Mignon Shintz
John Ries Connor Gladys Latimore Helen Shelly
Carl Carey Dale Lowman Francis Sink
Beulah Clark Helen McElroy Nolan Smith
Ruth Daft Agnes McWilliams Edith Snyder
Helen Davenport Maurice Main Alma Stambaugh
Jack Deming Devona Marshall Thelma Storer
Merva Diehl Eva Mertz Grace Wertheimer
Lena Eckenrode James Mertz Eleanor Whitworth
Thora Elder Lawrence Neu Waldo Wollam
Anna Elzay Dorothy Klingler
Page Thirty-sixHistory of Class of 1921
By Benjamin Jones
HE first Monday of September dawned bright and fair. The whole world smiled and was glad. On this same fair day the portals of the Ada High School opened to admit about seventy members of the illustrious class of ’21, entering upon their High School career as Freshmen.
With looks of awe and amazement we wandered from the assembly room to the different class rooms, conscious of the fact that we were only—Freshmen. We looked up to the other classmen, for they knew just when and where to find their classes, and would often direct us when we got confused.
The first few weeks of those new studies were indeed trying, but soon the difficulties seemed to grow lighter and all the bashfulness and embarassment disappeared.
The other classes began to realize that the members of the class of ’21 were not any greener or fresher than themselves had been. They began to sit up and take notice of us to realize just what a fine bunch of Freshmen had stepped into their midst.
Soon football season came and our class sent two strong players to the team. Our two men did some fine playing that helped greatly. We also sent three good men to the basket ball team who did some fast playing.
Our class elected Waldo Wollam, class president; Edith Snyder, secretary; and Benjamin Jones, treasurer. We selected able contestants Edith Snyder and Eva Mertz, to battle for our honor in the Inter-class Contest.
It is the aim of all to live up to our motto—Excelsior—and keep our banner flying until we have reached the top rung of the ladder. If the history of this illustrious class was written, including our many glorious deeds, several volumes would be necessary, but space forbids.
We must portray our wonderful deeds in the meagerest space so we end this history with a cheer for the class of ’21, the best class of A. H. S., Long live the class of 1921!
Grace Wertheimer is now giving ukelele lessons. All those wishing to take may find out particulars by consulting David Armstrong.
For Sale—Lucky Horseshoes, valuable in playing basket ball.
Horse Collar Sanderson.
Found—Love letter from Virgil P. to Eleanor Whitworth, owner may receive same by identifying. Katherine H.
Page Thirty-sevenFunny Bone Ticklers
FRESHMAN JOKES Lynn Young: “Can a person be punished for something he has not done?”
Mrs. Hickernell: “Why of course not.”
Lynn Y: “Well I haven’t done my Latin Lesson.”
Someone asked Sneeringer not long ago, what is the difference between Conwell P. and a bottle of medicine. Well, said Mr. Sneeringer, after careful consideration, the medicine is to be well shaken and then taken but Conwell is to be taken and then shaken.
Sneeringer: “Who in the class has a pet rooster?”
Charles A: “I have one named Robinson.”
Sneeringer: “Why did you name him that?”
Charles A: “Because it Crusoe.”
Ben, Jr., talking to Eva M. in Botany class. Mr. Sneeringer sees them and says: “Ben, if you wish I can call up Eva’s mother and make a date for you.”
Extract from Thelma’s diary:
Feb. 22,—Went to T. N. E. dance with T. Thompson. Had a wonderful time. I almost believe I could love him. He is some wonderful kid, alright.
Sneeringer: “What plant thrives best in intense heat?”
Nolan Smith: “An ice plant.”
Russell A. had been in the woods all day and when he reached home he began to relate his experiences: “I was walking along when I met a rattlesnake.”
Mr. A: “How did you know that it was a rattlesnake?”
Russell: “Why, by the way my teeth rattled.”
3L11 c r a v v
Page Thirty-nineInter-Class Contest
Ada High School
Friday, April 5, 1918 Eight P. M.
Resolved, That the Executive Department of the U. S. Government should exercise greater power than the Legislative Department at all times.
Affirmative, - (Sophomores)
BERNARD ART, PAUL SHANK Negative, (Juniors)
HOWARD GALLANT. DONOVAN I SHAM.
The Whispering Wind, Wolenhaupt
♦Original Short Story, His Mother’s Prayer, -
Tarantelle, ------ Heller
♦Original Short Story, From Major to Colonel,
Love Among the Daffodils,
MILDRED LOW MAX
Reading, John Henson’s "Sign,”
Polonaise, ------ MacDowell
DOROTHY JEAN AMES
Charge of the Hussars, Spindler
DOROTHY FRIEDLY, ZERESH HAYDEN. LUCILLE SHUSTER ♦Oration, Democracy
Mazurka de Concert,
LOWELL F. SNYDER
FREDA BEUCHERT, MARY COTNER.
KATHERINE DANNER, RUTH BREWER.
RUSSELL ANSPACH Decision of Judges Banquet
Page Forty-oneLiterary Programs
Thanksgiving Washington’s Birthday
One Conjoint of Literary Societies.
Literary has been divided into classes this year. Each class has its own organized society which meets once a week, usually on Friday for one period. The programs rendered usually consist of orations, readings, debates, essays, mock affairs and fun. Sometimes a change is made and a musical program is carried out. And at other times the program is composed of things neither literary or musical. But all the classes have enjoyed this sort of work and every student gets to appear more than once, which is a big advantage over the old form of conjoint programs in the assembly room.
In ter-Class Contest
The Inter-class Contest this year was a big success. All the numbers were very closely contested. Lois Mathews and Ilo Wollam, contestants of the Seniors, won the oration and short story. The Juniors scored the debate from the Sophomores thru contestants, Isham and Gallant. The reading was not contested thru the sickness of the Sophomore contestant.
The class yells were loud, noisy and many. The Freshmen had the other classes outclassed in this, however, on account of their extra large class.
Immediately after the program proper, the senior parade was staged. The seniors marched thru the aisles of the assembly and sang their class song from the stage.
The decorations were the best ever. The Freshmen and Sophomores used arches as designs for their electric signs. The Juniors displayed a star, and the Seniors an electric flag. The flag had thirty stars in the field, representing the thirty members of the senior class.
Supt. W. A. Stage was in charge. The judges were Prof. A. B. Waltermire, Prof. Ralph Shilling, and Prof. W. D. Niswander.
Immediately after the decision of the judges the classes descended to the “lower regions” of the building where Hoover had prepared a fine banquet, which is described elsewhere.
Pagi Forty-twoClass Poem
Gabriel blew his trumpet,
The gloomy clouds passed by
And there upon a verdant plain Arose old Ada Hi.
High in the tower was a bell,
That nobly called to all the world;
Some passed it by in ignorance,
But the Seniors heard every word.
It told us of the faculty,
And how they loved us dearly;
They oft repelled, and oft expelled,
They could not make us dreary.
They loved us when we chewed our gum,
When skipping classes gaily,
Or smoking on the way to school,
Or making tatting daily.
The rose that's ruby red in hue,
Stands for our own class flower;
The flower of rarest beauty,
And also of victory and power.
From royalty’s own precious purple,
And from heaven’s beautiful white,
We have chosen our Senior colors,
Emblems of valor and right.
And as we leave this high school,
With hopes of the future bright,
We will still cherish fondly Our colors purple and white.
Farewell, then, Ada High School,
The time has come at last,
To leave thy hall and playground;
Our school days here are past.
Dorothy Milam Foley Mary Kate Spellman Ines McGlumphy.
Page Forty-threeHistory of Class of 1918
By Dorothy Milam Foley
HE world has always been kind and tolerant toward the aged. That is why, altho we are hoary, decrepid old Seniors, we occupy the place of honor in A. H. S. and are looked up to with veneration. For four long years we have toiled valiantly to be a bright and shining example for those guileless infants— the lower classmen. They appreciate our efforts and we get our reward by knowing that “We saw our duty and we done it nobly.”
We began our studious ascent on one of those—what is so rare as a day in September, when all the world is glad. The first year was certainly a blissful one. In a burst of wild enthusiasm we chose maroon and lavender for our colors. Oh fateful shades! It was your doom to suffer defeat in that first memorable I. C. C. But no defeat could still our ardent spirits and we were mighty proud of our contestants, Kate Spellman and Lois Mathews.
The banquet which followed the contest was a thing of beauty but alas, it did not last forever.
On that glorious night of hoots and yells Carl Klingler won perpetual fame as a cheer leader.
The successful termination of this, our first year as a class was due to the management of John Cochran, our president.
Our Sophomore year was similar to our previous one, only of course, we felt more important. This year we had Merle Agin for our president.
For Inter-class our representatives were Merle Agin and Lowell Snyder for debate, and Lois Mathews for the reading. Our contestants did splendid work and we won the reading but lost the debate.
“Time rol's its ceaseless course” and we were Juniors. The gay, the jolly, invincible Juniors.
As a little by-play the Sophomores furled a beautiful paint-smeared banner at the top of the school building. Our joy was supreme when the Sophies scaled the ladder of despair and took down their own flag. They also flaunted their flags in other parts of the town but they were always dragged to the dust by the Juniors.
This year I. C. C. was a complete success for the Juniors; Lois Mathews winning the oration, and George Rothrock and Dorothy Foley the debate.
The banquet was one of the best we have ever had and we can all remember it as a pleasant memory.
The redoubtable Bobbie Darnell was our cheer leader.
Page Forty-fourAt last we have arrived at our long wished for Senior year and it will surely be a memorable one. Our class parties have been a huge success even if we have not had many of them.
Every class is noted for its peculiarities and eccentricities, and ours is no exception. In the person of I.ucinda Eversole we have the smallest, most curly-haired, human being in captivity. We also have one of the most radiant haired boys in Bob Darnell.
Kate Spellman is our fire-eater. When Katy’s temper is in full action prepare to make a dash to safety, because the sparks fly thick and fast, and a conflagration is imminent.
When it comes to taking down the flags of our opponents Homer Baransy is the man of action. All Homer needs to do is uncoil a few yards of his extra height and bring the flags to earth.
Mary McWilliams is another of our celebrities. She has been noted thruout her high school days because of the super-numerary number of high school boys she has on the string, chief of whom is our class president.
These are only a few of the most pronounced peculiarities of our class, as Seniors.
For the past three years Merle Agin has been our class president, and altho minute in size he is mighty in power.
In athletics the class of ’IS has always been where the smoke was thickest. We have been represented by sturdy football players, and have had players on both boys and girls basketball teams.
The basketball season has been especially successful under the management of “Jim” Swearingen. “Tell me not in mournful numbers life is but an empty dream,” when there is a dance after every basketball game. They certainly have been enjoyed by the seniors and we hope they may be continued in the future.
For I. C. C. the honor fell upon Lois Mathews and Ilo Wollam and again the Purple and White were doubly victorious. Lois Mathews will represent the A. H. S. at the Northwestern Ohio Oratorical Association at Delphos, May 10.
Thus we have worked and played thru our high school life. We have had many successes and many failures, but we can always remember that it is good philosophy to, “Throw overboard useless regretting For deeds which you cannot undo;
And leam the great art of forgetting Old things which embitter the new.”
Ky Lois V. Mathews
1 HEN the astronomer, in the star-lit night, beholds the splendor of the firmament, and, with powerful lenses, examines the distant heavens, he brings back to us much information. He tells us of the size, distance, and motion of the heavenly bodies; of the centrifugal and centripetal iorces by which worlds and systems of worlds are held within their grooves, while they rush along many thousands of miles an hour. But ask him: “Are there not other worlds and systems beyond those you have discovered? Have you reached the very corner of the universe? Is not the milky way but the glimmering of stars and planets too distant to be reached by the telescope?”—ask him all these questions, and he will tell you that there are other systems, too far to be examined, somewhere in the universe. And, if anxious for wider information, we should ask: “In
nature, so vibrating with motion, where is the moving energy ? Can we discern the all-embracing, all-pervading force that gives the primal impulse to the moving whole, and perpetuates movement through immensity; that wheels planets and suns in their vast orbits, and at the same instant quickens countless and multiform animals and planets ? the man of science would affirm its existence and place it again somewhere in the universe. And if his answers should incite us to still further inquiries; if his explanations should prompt us to ask: “What and whence is that principle called life, to which a seed owes its distinctive and organic character,—which can modify and counteract the laws of nature, which can mould the plant to symmetric wholeness, and unfold it into consummate beauty? Life, that awful force, so endlessly various in the forms it assumes,—life that fills earth, air and sea with motion, growth, activity and joy,—life that enlivens us, what is it? What sight can discern, what thought explore its mystery?”—if we should propound all these questions, the only information we should receive is that the farmer can plant a kernel of corn and see from which part of it life springs, but that the life itself he cannot see. It is somewhere, that is all he knows.
Again, when our virtuous friends leave this world we know not the place they go. We can turn our eyes to no spot on the universe and say they are there. It is true they were born for a higher destiny than that of earth; for the realm where the rainbow never fades, where the stars are spread before them like islands that slumber on the ocean, and where the beings that pass before them like a shadow will stay in their presence forever. This we firmly believe. But we know not to what place our virtuous friends have gone, for we know not where Heaven is. Of the millions who have gone from us not one has returned to tell us where it is. It is somewhere in the universe.
Page Forty-sixYes,—somewhere! What a momentous word, lifted out of obscurity and put into a place of prominence and distinction. Dispatches appear in the press from “Somewhere in France;” letters are received from “Somewhere in Palestine;” and reports come to us from “Somewhere in England.” One by one lads have left our homes and gone to the cantonments. We knew where they were when they received their training for the conflict. But to-day many of these youths are across the waters, in a region now called the land of “Somewhere.” But not only soldiers are there, but also hosts of nurses and other women, with eager desire to serve humanity, have left us, too, and are at work in the same mysterious land.
Yes,—it is a wonderful land, “Somewhere” that lies concealed behind the curtain of secrecy. It is no land where idleness reigns, but a land of vast activities. It is a land where amidst the thunders of the cannonade, youths fly to the rescue of their country, and in a death struggle with autocracy, crush that military spirit which is deluging the world with blood and woe. It is a land where the martyr to the cause of his country opposes his breast to the sword of her enemies, and repays with his life the protection which she has afforded. It is in that land of “Somewhere” where the best that is in men and women is fighting with determination born of desperation against the worst that is in them—and the best is coming to the mastery. All the great virtues are finding untrammeled expression in “Somewhere Land;” for it is a land where exchanges are being made, and men are bartering their brass for gold, and their iron for silver and their wood for brass, and their stone for iron. The higher values are coming to the supremacy, and many things that were thought inestimable are being discovered as worthless, while the other things that were held in disdain are emerging into honor.
God is melting the people anew in “Somewhere Land;” and out of the refining fires will come a truer brotherhood, a more enlarged philanthropy, a better recognition of the equal rights of every human being. Oh, that the day may be hastened on which we shall have the dawn and promise of a better age, when no man will be deprived of the means of elevation but by his own fault; when the evil doctrine, worthy of the arch-fiend, that political order demands the depression of the mass of men, will be rejected with horror and scorn; when the great object of the nations will be to accumulate means and influences for awakening and expanding the best powers of all classes; when far less will be expended on the body and far more on the mind; when men of uncommon gifts for the instruction of their race will be sent forth to carry light and strength into every sphere of human life; and when the toils of life, by an intermixture of these higher influences, will be made the instruments of human elevation.
Such are my hopes as to the final result. I should not, however, be true to myself, did I not add that I have fears as well as hopes. I would not disguise from myself or
Page Forty-sevenothers the true character of the world. Human imperfection throws an uncertainty over the future. Hut, amidst the storms that howl over Europe, I think of God as our helper. If He be for us, no matter who is against us, mere power ought not to intimidate us; He can crush it in a moment. It is then most important that we seek God’s favor. A virtuous people, fighting in defense of their altars and firesides may look to God with confidence. An invisible but Almighty arm surrounds them, and an impenetrable shield is their shadow and defense.
It is to this Almighty arm that we commend all those who have gone to “Somewhere Land.” May he bring them back in safety to the hearts that love them, that yearn after them, and that always think of them when praying before God's throne.
Page Forty-eightClass Grumble
By Robert Darnell
HE great number of classes that have steadily passed out from A. H. S. each year, have made records that they might well be proud of.
We watch these classes each year and note some of their most striking qualities. Some are honored by the presence of star athletes, who made their class famous as well as themselves; some have had great orators, debaters, and story writers, who always won for their class; some have had members who have set new records for grades, others have had expert gunmen. But it is not such as these as the class of “ ’18” is composed, it is composed of a bunch of scabs and know nothings whose greatest ambition is to do anything but study.
The class does not stick together, most of the girls are more interested in the 0. N. U. than the High School. Some are bothered so in the evenings by the students that the only time they find to tat is in school. But let us look at a part of the faculty, which is composed of two barbers, a man from the Mansfield reformatory and two men of medieval times, William the Chinless and Pepin the Short.
Stage tells things in such an interesting manner that it is impossible not to believe him, especially his stories of a jackrabbit six feet long, of the biggest tree he nearly ever saw and of a man objecting after he was dead to being buried with negroes. A. T. Sneeringer, commonly known as “Ora Dinglehorn” pulls his share of bright remarks from the ancient desk in the assembly room.
L. A. Walker the “champion” pugilist of the faculty, has pounded many a student’s head into jelly. Sprang is another hard guy, altho he is becoming bald headed.
All money from the Inter-class and commencement (besides expenses) goes to buying books for the library, but alas! the expenses are great.
How can you study when the windows are so dirty that the light does not even shine thru them? or when you freeze one minute and smother the next?
Where is the domestic science, manual training and all other modern equipment of a first class high school? Oh! the school board like every one else is asleep. Ada’s first class high school in reality is a thing of the past.
Page Forty-nineHis Mother's Prayer
By Ilo M. Wollam.
ICK SEYMOUR, the son of Joseph Seymour a multi-millionaire, strode rapidly down an avenue in New York City. He had the appearance of a good, happy-go-lucky fellow who had never had a worry in his life and had for that matter, lived a life of comparative ease. He was a broad shouldered, tall, dark haired man, the kind of man that always looks good in anything, whether dressed for work or for a special occasion.
As he neared the central part of the city his way was blocked by a large crowd. The streets were so congested that there was no hope of getting through for a long time, so he stopped to see what the excitement was about. It proved to be an officer of the United States Army who was lecturing to the people gathered near, telling them of the great need there is for men in the ranks of the army. He painted a thrilling picture of the great war that is now going on among the civilized nations of the world. Of the great figdit the United States and her Allies are making for World
Democracy as opposed to World Autocracy which the Kaiser and his mis-led people
advocate. He then appealed to the adventurous natures of the men by telling of the wonderful things that take place in the trenches, in the aviation camps, and of the
wonderful feats accomplished by airmen in their light aeroplanes thousands of feet
in the air. He presented his facts and brought out his theme so well that the people gathered near listened almost spellbound.
At first Dick had listened with a half interested, half bored air, and his mind seemed to be somewhere else. Then, as the officer proceeded he became more interested, until finally he seemed to receive a call. The officer seemed to be talking to him alone. Ail the strength in his body seemed to long to be in the fight, fighting for his country, her standards and principles of Democracy. After a few minutes more the officer closed his lecture by asking for volunteers to enlist in the army. Men, by the score, came forward at once and signed up. The officer gave his address as West Eton Barracks, Battalion 126, New York City, and hardly realizing that he did so, Dick jotted the address down on a card. As he went on after he could get through the crowd, he could not help but think of what the officer had said. He realized the manliness of the boys who were giving up everything for their country, even their lives, if need be. Before he had arrived home he had made up his mind to enlist if he could get his parents’ consent. Although Dick was twenty-one and could have enlisted anyway, he was an only child (greatly petted and loved by his parents) and he felt they should know how he wanted to go; and that he should not do anything hastily which he would regret later on.
When he arrived home it was nearly time for dinner and he had just time to dress, so he did not say anything until later. After dinner he and his parents went into the drawing room, and then Dick told his father and mother what had happened. How he had heard the lecture and had made up his mind to enlist in the army as a private and go across to fight in the great war. At first they, like many other loving parents in this great land of ours, could not see the necessity of his going. “Why Dick,” his mother said, “I can’t see why you should want to go. There are plenty of other boys that will go, so what is the use of my boy going and giving up his life too? I know I am selfish, but dear, you do not know what it will mean to your mother to give up her only child.” ,
When Mr. Seymour heard his wife speaking that way he knew she did not realize what she was saying. That she was thinking how hard it was to give up her boy, even though it were to such a sublime cause. He knew she was not selfish at heart, but that it hurt her deeply and that she was merely expressing the anguish of mother love. Instead of saying anything to her, he merely turned to Dick, grasped his hand and said, “God bless you, my boy! I am proud to think that you want to go and fight for your country and her principles. I give my consent readily to you, even though it will be hard, as your dear mother says, to give you up.” Dick wrung his father’s hand and said nothing. He did not need to for his eyes spoke volumes. Then he stooped and kissed his mother upon the brow, with tears in his eyes, after which she said, “I give my consent also, my boy, if you really want to go.”
The next morning he joined the United States Army as a private and immediately began training. He trained steadily for three months in an American camp, sharing the hardships with his comrades, for no discriminations are made because of wealth and position. Finally, one afternoon, the boys received orders to be ready to leave at any time. Then they were given a furlough to go home for the night.
When Dick went home he was in high spirits and was very excited. He rushed into the house and told his parents the news with as much joy as if he had been going to a camp in the mountains for a month or two vacation. When he broke the news, his mother’s face paled but she never said a word that would dampen his joy. They sat up until quite late talking of by-gone days, for they did not know when they would meet again. Perhaps not for a long time, and maybe never.
At last they retired for the night, but Dick could not sleep for he was excited, and
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then he was thinking that on the morrow he would say goodbye to his old home, perhaps forever. He arose very early the next morning, dressed and started down stairs. As he passed his mother’s room he thought he heard his name. He stopped and listened a second. He heard his mother praying and he knew she was praying for him. He bowed his head in silent prayer also, and he heard his mother say, “Oh, God! It is hard to give up my boy, but I can do so willingly. I know he is going to fight
Page Fifty-onefor a noble cause and should go. Give him strength to withstand the many temptations that must surely assail him. Never let him forget his old home and the Christian teachings he has had. And, Oh God! help him to love his enemies and return good for evil always when it is in his power to do so. Amen.”
When Dick heard his mother say “Amen” he passed silently on down the hall, but his eyes were moist and he vowed that he would ever be worthy of such a mother. Soon after, the breakfast bell rang and he went in to breakfast. They had a very pleasant meal, although they were very quiet and thoughtful. After breakfast Dick bade his parents goodbye. His mother kissed him upon the lips and murmured “God be with you ’till we meet again, my boy!” and then she let him go. Her eyes were dry and her voice never faltered. His father wrung his hand and said, “God bless you my son, be brave, and above all things Dick, be a man.”
In the late afternoon they set sail for France, and arrived safely August 19, 1917. Then the boys had another month of practical training before they took over their sector of the battle line. They were in and out of the trenches from time to time, but the French were always there in case of an emergency. Finally, one day in late October, the American soldiers took over one part of the battle line. It was theiris to either hold or give up when the critical moment came. The Americans were determined to hold the line if they could at all. There had not been a great deal of firing until about two-thirty in the afternoon. Then all at once the whole earth seemed split in twain and one of the most terrific bombardments in history was opened by the Germans upon the American trenches. The Americans returned the firing just as hard, but many of the men were losing their lives. Dick could hear the wounded men around him screaming with pain and the trench was getting slippery with blood.
Never had he been in such a place before. Once he slipped and fell. When he arose he saw that his uniform was stained with the blood of a brave fellow, whom he had known very well and who but ten minutes before had been alive. The shots, bombs, and large shells were falling all around him and Dick now knew what warfare really meant. Before this time he had thought the Germans were wrong and that he was doing a heroic thing to fight, but he had never really hated them. Now all caution was thrown to the winds. He was mad and hated the Boches for killing his comrades by their terrible fire. He resolved to avenge their deaths. He could not aid in filling the great guns fast enough. It seemed that something had snapped in his brain and that he was mad, mad, mad. Although he did not know it, he was mad, truly mad, with hate.
Then for some unaccountable reason he thought of his home, of his last day, the leavetaking, his mother’s prayer. As he thought of her prayer all the enmity left his heart toward the poor German fellows in the trenches before him. He hated their standards and the principles for which they were fighting, but he did not hate
Page Pifty-twothe poor deluded people. Just then he saw a poor German soldier lying upon the ground out in No Man’s Land, badly wounded. He hastily crawled out of the American trench, and under cover of the firing, made his way upon his hands and knees to the wounded man. To him, he was not an enemy but a brother in need of help. It was now dusk and Dick hoped to get back into the trenches in safety with the burden.
He had almost succeeded when he was severely wounded by a bursting bomb, and that was the last he knew for a long, long time.
When Dick Seymour became conscious he found that he was in a large army hospital and that several nurses were busily engaged with other patients. At last one of the nurses noticed that he was conscious. She motioned to someone in another room and then came nearer the cot. Dick was in terrible pain but he remained conscious. Soon the commanding officer of his regiment came into the room, and with him was the Superior Commander of all the American forces in Europe.
The superior officer began to speak. He said something about bravery, honor and duty, and about our American boys. He said that an American spy dressed as a German had been severely wounded while trying to get back to the American trenches. That he had been rescued, and that by saving his life he was able to tell the Americans how to direct their fire so that the Germans had been forced to retreat with heavy losses. Then he began to pin the badge or honor, given by the Allies to any soldier distinguished for bravery, on Dick Seymour’s breast.
At first Dick could not realize what had happened. Then, as his mind became clearer, he remembered. He raised his hand for silence and then began to speak, slowly and with difficulty. He said, “Why do you want to give me a medal? I did not do one thing more than any other American boy would have done had he been in my place. I remember now, the trenches were full of smoke from the Huns’ cannon. A great many of our men were losing their lives. I hated the Germans. Then I happened to think of my mother’s prayer, I overheard the morning I left home. I remembered her praying that her boy should love his enemies and return good for evil if possible. I vowed to keep that prayer, and merely kept that vow. When I hated the Germans, all at once it seemed to grow still about me, I heard my mother’s voice so plainly and then I saw the German soldier. I went and brought him to a place of safety. That is all I did, I do not deserve a medal, I did nothing myself, it was my mother’s prayer.” Then he looked up into the General’s face and said gently, “I know my wound is fatal and that I shall never see my mother and father again. Write and tell them that their son died thinking of them, and that he died in his mother’s faith.” Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep, the sleep from which there is no waking.
[Editor’s note—“His Mother’s Prayer, was the winning story of the Inter-class contest of 1918.]
Page Fifty-threeProphecy of The Class 1918
By Lorene Montgomery.
HE night was cold, and a drizzling rain was falling as I sat before the fireplace in my studio. I felt very lonely and wished for my old classmates of ’18, whom I had not seen for five years. I had been so occupied with my work, but now I was so lonely that I had forgotten about my great success, until the object of my labors, a little gray mouse, came into view, then I remembered. Those five years had not been spent in vain, for I had studied “Mouseology” and now 1 was to reap my reward and have a companion, for I understood the language of the mice and was convinced of their intelligence.
“Good evening little mouse, what a friend you are to come to cheer me up when I am so lonely.”
“Why are you so lonely?” asked the little mouse, “maybe I can help to make you glad again. What can you wish for?”
“I wish you could tell me of my classmates, but of course you cannot.”
“Don’t be so sure, I’ve traveled a great deal in my short life and I can tell you what each one was doing the last time I saw them.”
“Oh! Do tell me quickly, nothing would please me more.”
“It will be a long, long story because I saw and heard a great many things, but, so is the night long, and I will take my time, remember, please, that I have a mind and will of my own.
“When I started on my wanderings, it was for the old High School at Ada. The buildings had been painted white and the grounds were more beautiful than they were five years ago. I found the Honorable William Addison Stage before an American History class, telling them of a senator who, even after he was dead, refused to be buried in a cemetery where negroes were not allowed. Principal Sneeringer was pounding with his hammer and declaring that there was a “lack of ignorance” in this school that would have to be overcome. By listening to a conversation later between Sneeringer and Stage I learned that Mrs. Hickernell had been pensioned for life and was not troubled with the “heart-rendering” translation of any Latin classes.
“Miss Hauschildt, the English teacher had married that O. N. U. student who dipped so wonderfully. Sprang had joined an opera company, it seemed he had his inspiration when he sang solos instead of directing the music in high school about five years ago.
“Jim” Swearingen is the athletic coach at Ohio Northern, and is almost as good as Bevan thought he was.
2 “Mr. Walker, it seems, has accomplished the greatest task of all. You know they used to call him the “Banty Rooster” because he got angry so quickly. Well! Now, he is giving lectures on “How to control your temper.” Then there were two of your classmates, Bernice Lantz and Arlie Matheny, who were teaching domestic science in what used to be the attic, but now it had been all fixed up and part is used for a kitchen, part for a great banquet room, with hard wood floors, and the rest as a library and resting room. Aleta Parshall is the librarian and manager-.
“I left Ada by the way of a little boy’s pocket. He carried me a long way, it seemed, and when I jumped out, a quite severe looking young lady screamed and was so frightened I took it for granted that she didn’t know I was really an intelligent creature; I had to crawl away in a corner before she would be quiet, then I heard the little boy say, as he went out the door: “Well! Ted Slusser, I wouldn’t be so scared of a mouse, even if I were an old maid country school teacher.”
“I decided to go with the little boy so I crawled into the basket he was carrying and soon I looked out and saw the face of that girl you called Ilo Wollam; she didn’t see me, and started to tell the boy what nice butter her electric churn made, and that she expected her husband soon. They live a few miles northwest of Ada. In a few minutes her husband came and they went for a i-ide in a great touring car, shaped like a torpedo; I went along and when we stopped it was in front of a department store in Lima where I found that Hazel Elzay had charge of the needlework department and was displaying some of the work she did in high school. They talked about Clayton Bushong and said that he had spent five years in trying to train his voice, but had at last given it up as useless.
“I continued with the little boy and he stopped at a playground and who did we see, instructing the children in their games? None other than our friend Audrey Dally.
“I wandered on over the city, in company with the boy, and saw nothing of interest, except Leroy Cotner. I remembered that he always had a great many things in his pockets, so I added myself to his collection, and I saw a paper there that told me he was a great veterinai-y and had received a medal for inventing wooden legs for the horses injured in the Great War; Leroy was evidently going on a journey, so I decided to accompany him, and boarding the train we traveled for a long time, and when the train stopped at New York I stayed in his pocket; but all at once I jumped out, as I had seen two young ladies that held my attention, and so I followed them and this was what I heard: ‘Oh! You don’t know Rhea, how the soldiers appreciated my singing, they were just wild about the way I sang Sweet Genevieve.’ ‘Well! You’re not the only one, Esther, the soldiers liked; they liked me because they said it was nice to have someone around that was quiet and knew how to take care of them; that was enough for me, what makes girls so vain anyway?’
“I wandered on until I came to the wharf and here I saw Truman Wolgamuthsmoking a pipe and taking life easy, while over his head hung this sign: ‘Tobacco, Chewing Gum, Life Savers and Novels for sale;’ I looked over the novels and found one written by Ines McGlumphy; a postscript told me it was the story if her own romantic life.
“While glancing over the novel, I heard a familiar voice, and glanced up to behold a stately woman conversing with Truman; she proved to be Mary Sleesman who had just returned from Europe where she had been teaching the people how oats, wheat, peas, beans and barley grow.
“Lowell Snyder came along, carrying a violin; I guess he is quite an artist now, judging from his looks; he wore his hair long and carried a cane. He looked so distinguished that I went along with him; at the boat landing he met Dorothy Ames, who left her maid, and asked him if he wanted to match pennies with her, she had some now, since she had joined the famous opera company; they talked and matched pennies until Dorothy beat, then she left to catch her boat for London; Lowell boarded a great ocean liner and going on deck he met a short, fat little fellow in captain’s uniform, he stopped the captain and another glance proved to him that it was none other than your class president, Merle Agin. It was almost time for the ship to leave but Merle wanted to show Lowell something great just a little piece from the dock, as they went toward a large building a great aeroplane was emerging. ‘Who’s the pilot, say she is stunning’ exclaimed Lowell. ‘It’s Dorothy Foley; she is starting on a trip around the world and expects to make it in ten days; everyone thinks she’ll make it, she sure is a wonder.’
“They went back to the ship and I climbed out of my hiding place and made a survey the ship; in a far comer I saw' a large, red headed man poring over a book; as I went closer I saw that the book was Virgil’s Aeneid, and the man was Bobbie Darnell; there were tears in his eyes and he didn’t see me and I heard him say: ‘Oh Cyclopis! have patience, I’m coming to you, your feast has impressed me, and I’m coming to win you for civilization, the world needs such men as you; and Oh, I could have been a greater football player than Homer Baransy, but no one rushed on the field and cried: ‘Oh, Bobbie, are you hurt?’ They knew I wouldn’t be though.”
“Homer is trying to be a coal dealer now, but as there is no coal, I think he’ll be a failure.
“I might have been a politician like Lloyd Krofft, he can argue by the hour, and when he is through he convinces you that he believed the same as you did from the start.
“Or, I could have been an engineer like George Rothrock and gone to France where the girls admire the Americans so; or I might have solved the ‘Race problem’ that Stage told us so much about, but Lois Mathews has solved that and is expecting to be
Page Fifty-sixelected to Congress as soon as she is old enough; or I might have gone to Princeton with Scott Lantz, where he is learning to talk fast so he can be a minister. But oh, Cyclopis, I am giving it all up for you, for you; Oh, how can I stand it?’ His tears were falling so fast I knew he could not talk any more so I went away.
“The boat had set out before this time and night was falling when I was attracted by quarreling voices and found, by following them, that it was a pretty girl and a rather handsome man with black hair and a very small mustache, so I stopped to listen. ‘What did you tell them all about it for anyway, Carl?’ ‘I didn’t say anything, all I said was that I had something terrible important to tell Kate in the spring; that wasn’t telling.’ ‘No, but anyhow, they know all about it and it won’t be a surprise at all.’ ‘Oh, let’s not spoil our honeymoon by quarreling.’ I stayed until they changed the topic of conversation. ‘What’s happened to Lucinda’ asked Carl. ‘Oh, she has finished college and is taking post graduate work; she is wearing a Frat pin that reminds me of some geometric term.’
“I wandered on until I saw the captain talking to a striking looking girl, who proved to be Mary McWilliams. ‘Mary, how does it come you never got married?’ ‘I don’t like any of the fellows well enough. There is Truman, but I don’t like him, nor Bobbie Darnell, nor Virgil Baldwin and a lot of others, but there is none like Donovan Isham,’ ‘I think he is the best of all, don’t you? Maybe I’ll marry him after I get through with my career as a great singer; don’t you think that would make a nice climax?’ ’Twas enough, I went on until I came to the top deck where I saw a group of tall men all bound together with chains; some people near me said they were so tall they had to stay on the top deck to be comfortable; I went nearer and saw the center of attraction to be Wilma McGinnis; she looked very perplexed and I heard her say: ‘Well, I guess I have enough to make my choice; I got my idea from the way Frederick William got his tall soldiers; I’ve bought, coaxed, begged and kidnapped but the trouble is now, I’ve so many, and like his soldiers, they cannot be resisted; I don’t know what to do; I wish I didn’t like Bill, then it wouldn’t be so hard to decide.’
“Just then the boat stopped, and I disembarked, and hunted a secluded spot on the beach, and then I heard voices and as I drew near I felt that I should go the other way, but I had recognized the voice of Kate Spellman and I knew you would want to know what she was doing, so I crawled very close. ‘No, I won’t go’ she was saying. ‘Oh, please give up your dancing and go back; you’re popular enough now.’ ‘Positively no, Eli, I won’t go.’ Then there was a dreadful silence. ‘Please Kate’ he begged. ‘Well, I suppose I’ll have to.’ But I did not stay any longer, I thought that was enough.
“I guess that is about all I know about your classmates, and since it is getting light, I had better go. ‘Good bye, my benefactress.’ ‘Good bye, little mousey.’ ”
Page Fifty-sevenLast Will and Testament of The Class of 1918
E the Senior Class of 1918, of the city of Ada, county of Hardin, state of Ohio, being in sound mind, and realizing that our days in the A. H. S. are few, do make, ordain, and publish this, our last Will and Testament, hereby revoking and making null and void all other wills and testaments made by us heretofore.
To the faculty of Ada High we hereby will and bequeath the following:
1. To Mr. Sneeringer the deportment book which so mysteriously disappeared at the first of the school year.
2. To Mr. Walker all sentimental notes found in the library books and assembly room as models for future love letters.
3. To “Jim” Swearingen all available material for athletics.
4. To our honorable superintendent the valve cores for his Overland.
1. To our eldest sister, the class of 1919, we hereby will and bequeath our dignified position as Seniors in the Ada High School.
2. To Stanley Miller, Merle Agin’s art of bluffing.
3. To “Dutch” Beuchert our German sympathies.
4. To Ruth Shank, Kate Spellman’s temper hoping she won’t indulge it too freely.
5. To the Juniors we also will and bequeath their flag of pink and green which we removed from the roof of the High School building.
1. To our sympathetic sister the class of 1920 we hereby will and bequeath our ardent desire to become Seniors and our abundant supply of class spirit.
2. To Sanford Jameson, George Rothrock’s ability to argue.
3. To Amos Klingler, Homer Baransy’s surplus height.
1. To our baby sister, the class of 1921, we hereby will and bequeath our famous heirloom “Stick-to-it-iveness” which was willed to us by our sister class of 1915.
2. To the “Freshies” “Red” Darnell’s hair to light up their dark moments.
3. To Alice Herr, Ilo Wollam’s ability to whisper without being caught.
4. To all Freshmen who indulge in painting in the A. H. S. building, our art of spelling.
5. To the “Freshies” we also will their flag which was removed from the top of the H. S. building.
Page Fifty-eightITEM V.
1. To the Board of Education we hereby will and bequeath our deepest gratitude.
1. To the four winds we give all our faults and to the memory of everyone our good qualities.
2. To the world we give ourselves. May we all be so successful in our various vocations as to cause the Ada High school and the Class of 1918 to be remembered and honored.
Signed by the Class of 1918, this 14th day of March, in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and eighteen.
Page Fifty-nineSenior Song
(Tune of “Long Boy”)
We were just a gay, green. Freshman bunch,
When we started up here with our books and lunch; We were somewhat puzzled just where to go,
When we had to recite we were awful slow;
But we were as brave as we were green,
And the brightest class that e’er was seen,
And when school was out we passed 0. K.,
Then we all these words did say:
Good bye Stage,
Good bye All,
We hate to leave, we’ll be back next fall;
We may not know what next may come,
But we will fight ’till our class has won,
And to the rest, now don’t you fear,
For some day we’ll leave you a souvenir,
That you may see and understand,
That we all have worked to beat the band.
Now here we are in our Senior year,
And you bet your boots, we’re glad we’re here;
We’re wise and gay you all can see,
For the Juniors and Freshies are up a tree;
We chased them there a year ago,
When they their colors tried to show,
We hit ’em hard and we hit ’em long;
Now we’ll sing our farewell song.
Good bye Stage,
Good bye All,
We leave for we hear the world’s loud call;
You may not know what school’s about,
But you bet, by gosh, we’ve all found out,
And oh, you infants, don’t you fear,
We’ll leave our annual for a souvenir;
We leave you our books and all our rights,
And now as Seniors we’ll say good night.
Page SixtyHigh School Commencement 1918
METHODIST CHURCH BACCALAUREATE SERMON, SUNDAY EVENING, MAY 12 “THE ROYAL ARCH OF DEMOCRACY,”—Rev. Mart Gary Smith.
CLASS DAY EXERCISES, TUESDAY, MAY 14.
Welcome Address, -
MERLE M. AGIN Piano, Selected
DOROTHY JEAN AMES
Oration, "Somewhere,” - - -
LOIS V. MATHEWS
O Starry Nights, Jacquea Offeabach
ESTHER BLOSSER, AUDRY DALEY.
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DOROTHY M. FOLEY
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LOWELL F. SNYDER
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THE COMMENCEMENT, WEDNESDAY, MAY 15.
Class Address and Presentation of Diplomas, Ex-Governor. Frank B. Willis
Page Sixty-oneThe Annual Board
LOWELL F. SNYDER, MERLE M. AGIN,
CARL G. KL1NGLER, HOMER I. BARANSY,
wilma McGinnis, KATHERINE SPELLMAN,
Editor-in-chief. Business Manager. Athletic Editor. Editor Senior Tattler. Editor Art Section. Associate Athletic Editor.
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Page Sixty-eightPage Sixty-ninePage SeventyPage Seventy-oneINTER-CLASS BANQUET The Inter-Class Banquet was given immediately after the contest in the basement of the high school building. The hall was pleasingly decorated, and the eats immense. The jolly good time, and the high spirits of all, make this annual event of greatest importance to high school life.
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“AFTER GAME” DANCES The dances given after each basket ball game this j-ear have been a source of joy to many high school students. The music was always fine and the dances fine. The popularity of these dances was shown in their large attendance during the entire season.
A high school carnival was given at the high school building for the benefit of this book. Each class had a section devoted to its own originality in money making schemes, and a big program was given in the assembly room mocking both faculty and students.
Page Seventy-twoThis event proved quite beneficial to the financial side of the annual and we advise its use next year for the same purpose.
An athletic carnival, by high school students was staged at the Armory. It consisted of jumping, boxing, etc., preceded by a basket ball game. After the honors were awarded the floor was cleared and then,—“On with the dance, let joy be unconfined.”
The Senior class was entertained at the home of their former classmate, Helen Wright. The ukelele proved the popular attraction along with the Ukelele girls. The whole evening was one hip and hurrah. Those there will remember the stunt-maker, Ralph Livingston. Afterwards the crowd went to the Midway and enjoyed a specially prepared lunch.
The next gathering of the Seniors was at the rooms of “The Cottage Four,” Lois Mathews, Esther Blosser, Theresa Slusser and Rhea Pore. These girls proved themselves wonders at entertainment and fun making.
The class spent another evening at the home of Lowell Snyder. The usual high spirits of the class were in evidence, and a general fun-making featured the evening.
The social side of the Junior Class has been very limited this year. In fact a single social function in the name of a class party was the only one enjoyed.
But although we can only boast of one, the time offered by that one more than repaid the lack in number. The results of said party were very numerous. Such afflictions as stomach ache and tooth ache, arose from the lunch, while the games offered abundant opportunities for ruined clothing and splitting headaches.
But then, “We don’t let small things like that affect us,” so here’s looking eagerly forward to the great number of class gatherings in the future, and pleasantly back to the ones of the past.
SOPHOMORE CLASS Soon after school started in T8, the class planned a marshmallow roast but the rain spoiled it and we turned it into a party at Friedlys. Part of our refreshments turned up missing, the Juniors being blamed for the theft.
Sometime later during the heavy snow, we planned for a sledload party and it also was spoiled and consequently it also was at Friedlys. The cause for the change was that it was the coldest night in January. Thus ends the social career of the year 1918.
Page Seventy-threeFRESHMAN CLASS
The first party of the Freshman Class was held at the rural home of Russell Anspach on Hallowe’en. The trip out in the autos was greatly enjoyed by the hilarious bunch. Paul Sprang and wife accompanied them. Games were the diversion of the evening. Refreshments were served and the evening thoroughly enjoyed by all present.
The second party of the Freshman Class was held at the home of the president, Waldo Wollam, December 13, 1917, Many popular games were played and then they all marched to the home of the principal and gave nine rahs for Mr. Snearinger.
The third party of the Freshman Class was a bobsled party and the bunch “bobbed” out to the home of Maurice Main, January 26, 1918, getting stuck in a snowdrift once on the road. A fine time was enjoyed by all and they all felt they had been amply paid for the trouble.1
ARLY in the season the team was somewhat handicapped by a change of coaches. Justin McElroy, who started to coach the team, was called away on military duties. Merle Mertz then took up the job and labored strenuously with the bunch with good success.
The season opened with the team having hardly a week’s practice and played Mt. Cory at Ada. Hard luck seemed to be their fate because the score stood thirteen to zero in Mt. Cory’s favor.
Next we went to Bluffton and scored seven points while Bluffton piled up twenty-five. That was where Darnell made his sixty-five yard run, scored a touchdown and kicked a goal.
On the following week we journeyed to Woodstock through slush and snow and were defeated thirteen to zero. The boys began to get into better shape. The next game was with Delphos at Ada. That was when we handed Delphos the “hot dog.”
Delphos ached to get revenge so the next Friday they invited us over. The day was cold, and with about three inches of snow on the ground, we played the game. Once again we were victorious, shutting them out with a twelve to nothing score.
Next was the game at Mt. Cory. This game we dared not win. Had Ada won
that game all the girls and the old men of Mt. Cory would have gone madly insane, so we gave them the benefit of a six to nothing score.
Our next and last game was on Thanksgiving day at Tiffin. This was the last chance for some of us to fight for A. H. S., so we hit the enemy hard. The Tiffin team had us outweighted nearly twenty pounds per man. By the looks of both teams we had no show at all, but sometimes the looks are deceiving.
We exhibited some fake plays which had them guessing, Shank getting away for a forty-five run and Fulks carrying the ball through their whole team on an eighty-five yard run for a touchdown made them open their eyes. The final score stood twenty-five to seven in their favor.
Between the games on our regular schedule we played two hot games with the 0. N. U. Freshmen. The first one ending twelve to seven in the Freshmen’s favor, and the next one two to nothing in the high school’s favor.
Next year if nothing serious happens A. H. S. will have one of the best teams in this part of the state. They are getting in a month of hard practice this spring under “Coach Bevan” of Ohio Northern University.
Good luck to the team of ’19.
Page Seventy-sixMerle Mertz, Coach
To Merle Mertz the A. H. S. owes a debt. Had it not been for the interest taken by him, the high school football team would probably have been a complete failure. We can say, without boasting, that “Coach” Mertz made the team what it was. He deserves the congratulations and thanks of the A. H. S. for the work which he put into the team of ’17.
Carl Klingler, Manager
Klingler, manager, acting captain and also editor of this section of the ’18 annual, filled the position at full back.
(Editor-in-Chief’s note.—“Kling” refuses to comment on himself but we can say, that he was the source of the pep and fire that made the team fight to win. When not bucking the line he was continually encouraging and coaching his team,—the way of a good captain.)
Fred Eckenrode, Captain
Captain Eckenrode was handicapped early in the season with injuries received in a scrimmage with Northern. Without a doubt “Eckie” will be one of the stars next year.
Page Seventy-sevenHerbert Freeman
At the close of the season the team put their heads together and elected Freeman for next year’s captain. Because of his ability at tackle he was their chcice. lie v as a booster on the team and always kept up the spirits of the rest of the bunch.
Snider, who has been elected manager for next year, played left end. “Billy” was noted for his speed and ability in breaking up plays before they got started. He was great in intercepting forward passes. He will make a first class manager for the team of ’18.
“Vic” being a good trainer and a hard fighter easily held his position at left guard. He seldom failed to block a play coming through his side of the line. His pep and interest will be a great loss to the team next year.
Page Seventy-eightPaul Shank
Shank is small but he makes up for this in his speed and nerve. Being at quarterback he piloted the team through the games with great ability. He will be with us next year and if nothing happens he will shine like a new diamond.
“Smitty” at right half showed good ability and lots of practice when it came to passing the pigskin. His passes were true and fast. Being a Freshman this year he will develop into a star player before he becomes a Senior.
“Scottie” a sub guard had it on a great many of the boys when it came to practicing. He was always there for practice when the time came. We all wish Scottie success in his future.
Page Seventy-nineGeorge Rothrock
George has been a sticker for three consecutive seasons, and at right guard he showed his ability as a player. On the defense he was like a stone wall and cn offense he resembled a cannon ball. “G. B.” graduates this year leaving a big hole in the team.
Houser held down the position at center as good as any high school center could. At the snap of the signal “Ching” always had the ball in the backfield men’s hands. He will be one of the best men on the squad next year.
Darnell on right end played a hard and steady game. He was fast and furious. He was always on the job for a forward pass and he pulled them out of the air as if he had some form of magnetic attraction about him. Being a Senior “Red” will be lost from the team but no doubt he will be playing on some college team next year.
Page EightyGeorge Fulks
George at left half played a hard fighting game. He was great in getting away for long runs and he picked out the holes and hit them hard. He was a good open field runner.
Luther just swung into the game this year and in a few years will make a wonder. “Shorty” at right tackle didn’t meet a man this year that he didn’t outplay. It was just play for him to make a hole in any of the lines we met. The backfield men knew it was safe to follow him.
Wollam, a sub end, was always ready when called to “do his bit.” He drew great cheers from the bleachers when he pulled down a long pass in the Delphos game. Wollam will be one of the main stickers for the next year’s team.
Page Eighty-onePage Eighty-twoA. H. S. Girls' Basket Balt
HIS year’s basket ball season has had a good schedule and a successful team. The team, composed mostly of new players, has done remarkable work under Coach Swearingen. Not one game was lost on our home floor. Our first game was lost by inexperience and not from the incapability of the team, for with the growth of confidence the last game with Upper Sandusky proved to be a “runaway.”
The players: Marie Loutzenheiser, captain; Isabel Cunningham, Rosa Boutwell,
Dorothy Mertz, Bernice Bish, Lena Eckenrode, Dorothy Greer, Eva Wells, Wilma McGinnis, Dorothy Foley and Katherine Spellman, have done fine work.
THE SCHEDULE Gomer at Gomer 34. 0
Bluffton at Bluffton 17- 5
Bluffton at Ada 5- 6
Gomer at Ada 10-12
LaFayette at LaFayette 11- 7
LaFayette at Ada 5-12
Beaverdam at Beaverdam 18- 2
Dunkirk at Dunkirk 5.17
Dunkirk at Ada 1-16
Upper Sandusky at Ada 7.18
Opponents 113; Ada 95.
Page Eighty-threeBOYS’ BASKET BALL TEAM
Page Eighty-fourA. H. S. Basketball Season 1918
George Rothrock was elected captain and proved to be a good fellow when it came to helping out the team.
The only other Senior on the team was Homer Baransy, who displayed markings of a genuine ball player.
Raymond Houser was always there with his long passes and an occasional bouncing of the ball which sometimes rebounded as high as the ceiling. Nevertheless, he played a good game when we needed the points.
Stanley Miller “the runt” of the team, better known as “Sakemiller,” was on the job when it came to caging the baskets.
George Fulks, the old fighter and kill ’em quick player, was always there with plenty of pep.
Mills Shanabarger played good basketball and occasionally he would take a rap at one of his fellow opponents. On account of his ill health he was out of the game at times.
Roland Haines cut them down, no matter how tall or short, fat or lean. He was the only all-around tackle on the team. He was there occasionally with one of those air-plane shots.
Orville Lonas, the dribbler, was the whole foundation of the team. “Doc” could handle the ball with professional accuracy and “go down the floor” was his middle name.
Paul Shank played hard and was always in good condition. He will be one of Ada’s best before many days.
Smith and Sanderson are two comers and before long the old boys will have to sit up and take notice.
Our boys scored 266 points against the opponents 283 points in 21 games.
James Swearingen, faculty manager and coach, was the High School’s booster on athletics. Not only in basketball but in football and baseball as well. He ran the
teams in a business form which always kept up the financial end. “Jim” is an athlete himself and he knows how to coach. He put in lots of time on the basketball teams and brought out good results. We all wish him good luck in his future career and hope to get him back next year.
HE Ada High boys enjoyed a good full season of basketball. This season’s team was one of the best they have had for a long time.
The season opened in December and continued till the last of March. During this period our boys played some of the best teams in Northwestern Ohio, such as Tiffin, Lima, VanWert, Bucyrus, Bluffton,
Page Eighty-fiveA MEMORY—THE OLD HIGH SCHOOL BUILDING.
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WONDERFUL HEADWORK SHOWN IN PROF. STAGE’S CLASS OF GENIUSES. ABSOLUTELY NO LACK OF IGNORANCE.
The bell rings. In a dead silence William Addison Stage walks in, carrying himself in a dignified pose, turning a square corner after walking five steps in from the door, and he arrives at the desk. There he stands—a modern Abraham Lincoln, Halleck, Demosthenes and George Ade, his one hand resting, lightly, on the desk,—an example of the modern orator and school teacher.
He raps for order, and then, in a voice that strikes both terror and admiration to the hearts of the class, he begins to relate wonderful events in history.
As near as I can remember this is the recitation: “Now class, when I was in
Oklahoma, they had the biggest tree I nearly ever saw. You can laugh if you want to, but it is so. Now Mr. Klingler a little more attention in class would help your grade wonderfully. All you have to do in my class to get the credit is to do the work. If you do this your success is sure. Mr. Krofft, how far west did the Missouri Compromise Line extend?”
Lloyd: “To the Alps.”
“Very well, Mr. Krofft; since the Missouri Compromise was passed, the European war will probably end some time. Is that clear to the class?”
Mary McWilliams: “Where did Jack-
son go after crossing the Delaware?” “He went directly into New Orleans where he fought the battle of Bunker Hill. Is that perfectly clear? Miss Eversole, you may recite.—What did the Free Soil party believe in?”
(Continued on page 88)
WONDERFUL RECORD FOUND IN RUINS OF THE H. S. BUILDING. VALUABLE HISTORICAL RECORD.
1ST CHRONICLES, BOOK VI.
I. And verily I say unto you it was the eve of the 3rd moon, the 20th day and the 1st watch.
II. Then saieth the Juniors amongst themselves “We will this evening place flags upon the temple.”
III. And verily in the dead of night did they, with stealth and quietness, steal upon the temple and place the flags upon the highest pinnacles.
IV. And the Juniors saith among themselves, “It is well.”
V. And it was the 2nd watch the 1st hour.
VI. But even as the Juniors had a well planned scheme, so also had the Seniors.
VII. Under cover of darkness, with equal stealth they advanced on the temple.
VIII. And it was the 2nd watch the 2nd hour.
IX. Verily the Seniors did brave great dangers that the temple be not disgraced.
X. Then did they tear the Junior standards from their places; and did trample them under feet.
XI. And it was the 2nd watch the 3rd hour.
XII. The Seniors, having removed the emblem, with great laughter and mirth, did place white rags in their places.
XIII. And the Juniors were foiled and their plan a failure.
XIV. And the right shall be triumphant and the wicked shall perish. Selah.
Page ICighty-sevenTHE SENIOR TATTLER
“Very good, Miss Eversole. I believe that to be a case of Ahab wanting Naboth’s vineyard. Can anyone tell me where that story is found?”
Dorothy A.: “Aesop’s Fables.”
“Yes. Now, Ilo, what is the meaning of the word henpecked?”
Ilo: “It’s a case of home rule.”
“Now, Ilo has sometime looked up that word.”
Bob D.: “She’s a walking dictionary.” Lowell S.: “Why is it, Mr. Stage, they’re not allowed to distribute wet literature in Columbus?”
“Can you account for this, Lloyd?” Lloyd: “It’s too heavy.”
“Now, Miss McGinnis, you may tell us which house of the Legislature the Wil-mot Proviso was passed in.”
Wilma: “Why I don’t know but I believe it was the House of Commons.” “Now class, I can give you my opinion, which is not history, but I believe that is right. Now boys, you should know more about these questions, dealing with politics, than the girls.”
Lloyd: “These girls will soon be voting, why shouldn’t they know, Mr. Stage?”'
“Oh! I just said that for fun.”
Lloyd: “So did I.”
“Now' tomorrow we will finish the Civil War. I believe in putting all my time on important events. Could anyone tell me whether Ada High won the basket ball game last night? To get back to the lesson General Lee had an army of 10,000 men in his rear. It was a grand spectacle.” (Laughter). Bell rings.
Lloyd Krofft in Chem: “Did I understand you to say that every solid could be changed to a liquid by heating?” Swearingen (brazenly): “Yes, sir.” Krofft: “How about wood and coal ?”
SMART SAYINGS CAUGHT FROM THE FACULTY.
Sneeringer: “Now, students, actions
like that shows a lack of ignorance.”
Mrs. Hickemell: “He was an invalid,
having had a stroke of paralysis.”
Walker: “Hoist that thar window
According to Mr. Sneeringer 5 times 25 equals 100. He taught this to the naughty boys on the reform farm.
Walker (who had been hit with a piece of chalk): “The fellow that threw that
thar is a coward and afraid to step up here.”
Luther Adam, our H. S. giant threw it. We wonder if he could whip Walker.
Sneeringer: “All boys playing foot-
ball, leave your clothes at the Armory tonight. Girls basket ball practice at 5:00. (Laughter). Now, maybe you boys can get out of there by 5 o’clock.”
Stage: “Now class, what did the people call Douglas when he introduced these bills?” (Common sneer). Stage: “That’s right, they were displeased.”
Walker: “Now class, it’s too dark to
see to talk this morning so we’ll recite.”
One of Ora’s popular jokes:
Stone is hard So is brick If you love me Answer quick.
Miss Hauschildt: “What qualities
would Richardson have to have to be able to write so many love letters for other people?”
Freeman: “He would have to know
the facts of the case.”
Stage: “Now school, Garfield has ordered this new rale regarding the conservation of fuel but we will ran till we close.”
Page Eighty-eightTHE SENIOR TATTLER The Senior Tattler. Terrible Accident.
Published by all active and industrious graduating classes. Devoted to the interests (it is hoped) of all readers who are successful enough to escape mention and to the detriment of those who are not.
This piece of literature has not been entered at any P. O. Either is it possible to class as matter, but is given to those who are able to show the jack.
Terms in advance. Otherwise cash. See motto.
It is advisable to buy but a single copy, although we earnestly hope the class of T9 will take advantage of the reputation we have given the book.
As a student of the Ada High School and editor of this paper, I will be pinched for philikabookery in bringing to light some of the reforms necessary among the faculty to keep this H. S. together for another year. The need is pressing. Something must be done, else the faculty will run the school, and the students have absolutely no power. This is an awful condition. Stand by, ye lovers of liberty; clear the decks for action. Let not these false despots crush us with an iron heel. What have they done? They have forced upon us the unholy demerit system,—taking away our most cherished possession—the right to talk when we want to. This alone is enough to cause open rebellion. But further than this they have caused us to bring excuses for absence thus preventing us from skipping. Ah (sadness) no more walking with the fair ladies in the springtime. As a penalty for this insignificant crime, we will be disconnected from our dear beloved H. S. The conditions are awful. I appeal to the student body to stand by and heed my appeal to arms. Let our banner be made of Excelsior and our motto “Get the
HOW DID IT HAPPEN, NOBODY IS HURT.
While auto riding one evening last fall with Ruth Shank, Geo. Rothrock had a very distressing accident. When turning a corner he ran into a telephone post and smashed his automobile pretty bad. When interviewed by our reporter at 1:30 a. m. at the scene of the accident, Rothrock stated that he was only going at the rate of six miles per hour, but that his steering wheel locked. However his story is not generally believed. Because it really is very difficult to drive a car with only one hand.
Mrs. Hickernell (reading Latin): “Tell me O slave, where is thy horse?”
Truman Wolgamuth: “It’s in my
pocket, but I wasn’t using it.”
Swearingen: “Name the four units of
Senior: “Good work, bad work, clean
work, dirty work.”
Bus Haines: “I believe you will be
exempted in the draft, Mr. Walker.”
Walker (hopefully): “How?”
Haines: “Mental disability.”
Thelma S.: “So, you confess that Russel was carried to the tank and there drenched with water? What part did you take in the affair?”
Paul S.: “The left leg.”
Mrs. Hickernell: “Give me the prin-
cipal parts of pigo.”
Freshman: “Pigo, pigere, squeeley,
Page Eighty-nineTHE SENIOR TATTLER Grafters. Poets Corner.
MOST AUSTERE ANI) ILLUSTRIOUS ORDER OF ASSOCIATED GRAFTERS.
Lord High Grafter of the General Funds—Win. Addison Stage.
Most Respectable Purloiner of the Football Team’s money.—Paul Sprang.
Chief Runner-off with the Cn Yor Hi’s finance—Merle M. Agin.
Royal Robber of the Base Ball team— Bus Haines.
Bunco-Steerer for the Basket bailers— J. T. Swearingen.
Mighty Lord Grafter of the Senior Class —Lloyd Krofft.
Prominent Progenitor of the Art—A. T. Sneeringer.
Junior Grafter Plenipotentiary—Don Isham.
Past Grand Master of the Art of Successful Grafting—H. T. O. Blue.
Associated Royal Graftibus Graftorum —Lowell F. Snyder.
Victims of the Graft Habit—Carl Klingler, George Rothrock, Homer Baransy.
Scott Lantz: “Just see the way some girl has pressed my coat sitting on it!”
Leroy Cotner: “That’s the way they
do my trousers.”
“Methinks he likes naught better than a girl.”—Leroy Cotner.
Rastus: “Fo’ de lub of heben, Sambo, what fo’ you got yo’all’s pants turned wrong side fo’most?”
Sambo: “Sh! don’t talk so loud. Yo’
see l’se invited to a swell reception this evenin’ an’ I’se gettin’ de bulge out ob de knees.”
DON’T IIK TOO ISE
The world is old. yet likes to laugh, New jokes are hard to find:
A whole new editorial staff,
Can't tickle all mankind.
So if you see some ancient joke Decked out in modern guise.
Don't frown and call the thing a fake, Just laugh—don't be too wise.
When the donkey saw the zebra.
He began to switch his tail:
"Well I never," was his comment. "Here's a mule that's been in jail.”
THE ASSEMBI.Y ROOM
The sun shone through the windows, Covered o’er with dirt:
Burst forth in hidden glory.
Dike antiquities read in story.
The uncouth and shiny ceiling,
Had it’s share of grimness too;
Dirt that’s been upon it.
Since Ihe time of Herbert Blue.
Still it shone with golden splendor.
That penetrated through the gloom;
And helped make endurable,
Our d—n (censored) old assembly room.
“Your the light of my life,” said Mary, As she softly kissed him goodnight; There came a voice from the top of the sttirway,
"Mary, put out the light."
“Youse can’t marry my sistah, she’s a lady ob rank.”
“Well, I’se as rank as she am.” “Methinks I hear him snore.”—Bus Haines.
Will Mary Sleesman be long long? She surely will be shorter shortly.
Page NinetyTHE SENIOR TATTLER
For information on how to write notes guaranteed to captivate any girl, inquire at Flick’s for Truman Wolgamuth. Information sold for 25c. Tested recipe. Guaranteed results.
Lost—A Collie dog by a man on Monday answering to Jim, with a brass collar around his neck and a muzzle.
For Sale—Fine davenport, used only in a very small place, otherwise as good as new. Owner no longer has any use for it as her best fellow has quit her. Will sell cheap. Inquire Wilma McGinnis, R. F. D., Ada, Ohio.
“I had a very bad cough and a ticklish sensation in my throat. I could never be at peace in public, it bothered people so. But upon recommendation, I tried Klingler and Krofft Turkish cigarettes. My cough has left me and my throat feels much better.” Scott Lantz. (Advertisement). Sold anywhere 15c. “Look for the two humps.”
High School Dramatization of Shakespeare.
“Comedy of Errors.”—Freshmen. “Much Ado About Nothing.”—Sopho-moi-es.
“As You Like It.”-—Juniors.
“All’s Well That Ends Well.”—Seniors.
Bull Dog For Sale—Will eat anything; very fond of children.
For Sale—Pair knee pads. Inquire of Uno who, East Main St., Ada, Ohio.
Lost—An umbrella belonging to a gentleman with a bent rib and a gold head.
For Rent—Furnished apartments suitable for a gentleman with folding doors.
“His cogitative faculties mused in a cogibundity of cogitations.”—Merle Agin.
“For if she will, she will; depend on it; But if she won’t, she won’t; and there’s an end to it.” —Kate Spellman
“Isn’t she the cutest thing?”—Lucy Eversole.
“So bright is thy beauty, so charming thy song,
It seems too absurd you’d do anything wrong.” —Wilma McGinnis.
Audrey: “I wonder if there really are angels in heaven?”
Clayton: “I’m sure I can’t say; I live in New Stark.”
“She was ever fair and never proud,
Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud.” —Lois Mathews.
Do not hold us responsible for these jokes. Most people handed them in on themselves and we had to publish them.
The boy stood on the burning deck All that glitters is not gold; Footsteps on the sands of Time— Darling I am growing old.
Mary had a little lamb,
The sun was shining on the sea, After all who gives a damn— High school life is o’er for me.
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