Granville High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Granville, OH)

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BLUE ANDQNHITE H W W W l x 3 FRANCES BACON French Club, Y. W. C. A. 13, 43g Annual Staff, Burns. Did you ever wonder what Frances would look like without her specs ? We don't hear her talk very much, but they say she can talk to her fatherf' We have also heard much about her picture being the best in the class. Oh you'll make your way in the world all right, Frances. LUCIE DRAPER Class Secretary 121g White 13, 4Jg Y. W. French Club. Whom they can put mental next year, don't know. But we do think that our great great grand-children will probably be study- ing about her in American Literature some day. You see we are expecting great things from you, Lucie. Annual Staff, Blue and C. A. 11, 2, 3, 433 Burns, on thc Literary depart- to fill Lucie's place we FRANK WILLIAMS Blue and White 1435 Annual Staffg Whittier, Foot Ball 141, Basket Ball 133, 413 Base Ball 133, Manager 1453 Class Play. Plinkey used to be a pretty steady sort of fellow and he's still one but it's a clilfercnt kind of a steady --Delia, you know. Frank has been with us from the primary up and we'll all be sorry to leave him. LENCRA WEETER Glfe Club 11, 2, 3, 41. Lf-nora is our charming little dancer. Dates are her specialty. French is not, that's cer- tain! Never ll ind, Lenora, we know you'll lead 'em a n erry chase. We heard some one say you intended to be a nurse. Do! We'll guarantee you all the patients you need.

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BLUE AND WHITE ..-Lg 7. fi D 'Y'-'.:' P? , E . -.4 1.1 9'2- 1:-2. vii EI. 1. E 2..- u-N LEE DAWSON Vice President 1455 Foot Ball 12, 3, 459 Base Ball 12, 3, 45: Whittierg Class Play. With Lee to catch and Red to pitch we guaran- tee we could beat any team in the country,-3 if they'd just play us. The class of '21 is backing you, Lee, and we wish you every success. 3 IMZEI, DUNLAP Annual Staff: French Clubg Rurnsg Y. W. C. A. 12, Cl, 453 Oratorical 135. Hazel never answers UNO. When you want son-ething done you can depend on her to do her best. We hope she majors in math at college for you have yet to show a Senior oi' 21 a problem she can not do. Keep it up, Hazel. HJ 'QQ MARGARET BROOKS French Club 1Serretary5g Manual Staffg Y. W. C. A. 1255 Glee Club 125g NVhittierg Class AQ: Play. Margaret is one of the faithful students of the class of 21. We shall always remember her r as an industrious worlser. VVe can't predict 1-si .Q her future, for we haven't the slightest idea about it, but from all appearances we know it will be worth while. TVCMAS HITE Annral Staffg Base Ball 11, 3, 45, Captain 125g Foot Bally Basket Ball 145, Captain 135g Class Play. T'-' ' y is orr artist. ilrase take note ot our decorations. This young Van is quite frank we hear and is not afraid to give his opinion. What would Miss Courtright do if she did not have him in her history classes. We would all become pretty sour I a 1 afraid. As to what he will do in this futi its we caniot sayga circus or a patent medicine.

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10 BLUE AND WHITE g ., ,. ll A JAPANESE LEGEND It is a very old tale I am going to tell you, a tale so old that neither you nor I can remember, a tale of long, long centuries ago. Will you deign to listen while I tell you the story of Luka San, the sun child, a story 'tis said was whispered to them by the winds in the tree-tops as 'twas told to them long ages ago. In the North Land it is still dark, cold, winter, but in Japan, it is glorious spring- time. The cherry blossoms waft their dainty fragrance over the God blessed land,and the sun, made happy again by the returning flowers sheds his golden glory over the whole, transforming the land into an oriental paradise. But nowhere did the sun rays call more carressingly than on the bowed head of Luka San as she sat at her window, looking out over the country where the twin spires of the grey old castle rose over the tree tops beyond the farthest bank of the river. Today was the feast of the Pulvichiki, and also the wedding day of the prince Tung Kan, and today poor, little Luka San's heart was breaking. A cry of exaltation woke her from her reverie and glancing out into the street she felt her heart sink within her. Down the cobble-stone highway, gleaming with banners and sparkling with jewels came the wedding procession and seeing it Luka San knew in her heart of hearts that in that bright array ended all her happiness. Luka San, Luka San, came a voice from the door way, Come quickly, the pro- cession is here, the bridal chair is all ready for you. Luka San rose, and taking the child's hand said softly, Luka San will not ride in the bridal chair today, Franki La. The princess Luseiki is the bride of Funk Kan. Luka San is not worthy to wed a prince. The eyes of Franki La flashed fire. Who has said that the sun child is not worthy to wed Fung Kan '? was her indignant query. Hush child, warned Luka San, They are the words of Muneiko. We must not gainsay our king. Run child, lay these gifts at the feet of the princess. But Franki La held back. I will lay nothing at her feet, she said defiantly. Go you and lay them there and when the great king sees how your beauty excels the princess' he will be ashamed. The wedding procession had halted to receive the gifts and Luka San, snatching up her parcels wrapped in red, as was the custom at a wedding, hurried out to the bridal chair. The crowd had presented their gifts and were falling back when Luka San, her eyes downcast, approached' the bridal chair and laid the gifts at the princess' feet, then moved by an unknown impulse she raised her eyes to those of Fung Kan as he sat near the princess on his snow white charger. How handsome and brave he looked. Instantly Luka San was lost in the memories of other days when she and Tung Kan wandered over the fields together. The crowds were forgotten and the world in which she now lived was a world only for Luka San and her lover until a hold, mocking laugh rang in her ears. - So this is the girl who wished to wed the prince, cried Luseiki, her trained lips forming themselves into a broad ironical smile. Do not frown so my lovely, I am not deceived, and she laughed again and clapped her jewel bedecked hands. Luka San took a step nearer the princess, but the smile, which she had mistaken for one of friendship, vanished as quickly as it came and the too regular features con- tracted into an ugly scowl as she met the girl's approach. Girl, she cried, her voice husky with passion, for she could not mistake the look that Fung Kan had bent upon her rival, Who are you to crave the love of a prince, you who are not worthy to even look upon him. Go and play with your dolls, and if you would wed, pick one of these young swains, more fitting for your mate than a prince. Fung Kan would rather die than wed such as you. Bah! I laugh at your folly. A dangerous light leaped into the eyes of Luka San, In vain her lover endeavored to catch her glance and to bid her be patient, but Luka San had born too much to be patient longer. Princess Luseiki,' she cried, looking defiantly into the eyes of the proud woman.