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

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BLUE AND WHITE 13 sriuff and so while he was gone this morning I sneaked in his room and took some. 'Ihen' while we were having prayers in chapel and funny part of it was old Snodsly was prayin, hed just got thro sayin Oh Lord, help us to control ourselves in all we do or somethin to that effectj I took out a handful a that snuff and threw it right at him. Course it went all over everywhere and such a time. Y0u'da thot they was havin a sneeain bee. Old Snodsly had to quit prayin. He says We'll fKatehewJ be fwhiskeej dismissed fker chool! An we went an I got ten black marks but it was worth it. Wed. Maid three zeros today. Thur. Same as yesterday. Will do better to-morrow. Also killed a snake today. Im gonna put it in Snodslys' bed to nite. Its dead an cant hurt him but I do hope it scares him. He reminds me of a snake, squirming around into everybody elses busi- ness. I put one in Sis's bed once and she fainted on it. Fri. Well Im safe yet. Didnt get found out that time. I got to thinkin last night maybe Id left my pennife in there in Snodsys room and its got my name on it and it wasnt in my pants pocket. Guess I musta lost it. Purty clever I was to get away with that. We fellas watched him from out on the fire exskapeg he laid clear down on the thing for he knowed it was there. He didnt jump. Oh no-o! We had to get back in quick fore he come to throw it out the window or somethin.. Sunday. Well todays the 13th and by golly I'll be superstishus forevermore. Its Sunday fdon know how come it aint Fridayj and I'm on my way home. I think I'll quit riting a Dairy. It takes too much time and trouble and furthermore I cant think of anything elevatin enuf to rite. Well's I said I am on my way home. The first thing was a dead rat and the nexts sticky fly paper. As to the rat I never done nothin with that. They found a rat in the swiminin pool and just cause they found my nife in there aint no reason to say I done it. But anyhow they bout wore out a pencil puttin black marks down for me. Secondly, I went and played nuther trick on Snoddy. After we fellers was all in bed I went and got a hole lotta this here sticky fly paper fl heated it over the register sosted be good n'gooey tool and laid it all out in the hall from Snodsly's door to mine and then I ran and pounded on my floor, like we was havin a ruf house and purty soon out come Snodsly to see what the trouble was, runnin down the hall. You never did see nuthin so funny. Why youd thot he was Eliza jumpin from one ice cake to another, an he always landed on the fly paper too. Had one clear upon his whiskers even. Hed try to get off' a one and being hed go in another. Well course they suspended me after that. Guess they thot I had the record for makin black marks. Made more in a week than anybody else did in a year. But it was wurth it!!! JUANITA B. JONES, '21, We are leaving thee forever, But the bonds of love will never Broken be, for nought can sever Thee from me My Granville High. Yet there's joy and exultation Filled with fond anticipation, When we feel the inspiration Thou hast given us Granville High. We shall strive to do our best And be equal to the test That life requireth, in the quest Of fame and fortune, Granville High. O'er the way of Life's long mile, We shall travel with a smile, Making living Worth the while For every man Our Granville High. Our thoughts are filled with deep regret For never can our minds forget The friendships, pleasures and the debt We owe thee Gr..anville High. The cheery school days now are past And finished now the long hard task, For kindly guidance we would ask In days to come Dear Granville High.

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12 gggg gg ITLUEVAND WHITE By the way I think they oughta spell that word c-li-a-p-apostrophe e double l. Its one for this chap anyway. Twas perty hot for me today too believe me. Well I started to tell you what happened. Yano theres an old perfesser lives in the same dormitory I do he perfesses math and hes sposed to see whether we behave or not and well-he uses works of love, and works of hate are scheduled. The hour when so many lives are fabled to expire. The hour of darkness, the hour of gloom. The hour of life for some, the hour of death for others. Midnight, the hour of fears, of joys and woes. But whatever it was to the world, to Luka San it was an hour of supreme hap- piness. As she waited under the cherry trees she was shaping in her mind the Very words Fung Kan would say to her. Already she heard his step and turned to meet him while in the deep shadows Wanki crouched and waited. Princess Luseiki had no thought of sleep as she paced her room restlessly pausing now and then to scan the row of deep shadowed trees. Finally she could bear it no longer and throwing a dark wrap over her shoulders, she started out into the night. The clock had struck twelve alzrost fifteen minutes ago. Perhaps she would be too late. The thought spurred her on so fast that she did not notice when her cape caught on a bush and slipped from her shoulders as she hurried on to the trysting place. Wanki was geting restless. As yet he had seen no one, for Luka San had kept to the shadows even when she saw him coming she remained hidden. Wanki did not mean to loose his chance. He half rose from his secluded corner just as a white figure glided past him. VVanki was swift. Only for a moment he held the dagger on high. Only for a moment the mysterious blade gleamed in air, and then buried itself in the soft flesh of its victim. Wanki saw the white figure sway and fall and almost at the same time, the terrified, maddened cry of the princess. Fool, she cried, You deserve death for your stupidity but I have strength to give it to only one. Ha, yonder is the one whom I seek. There shall be two stone images for the prince to mourn, and drawing the dagger from her side she hurled it at Luka San, whose white dress was just visible through the trees. ' But princess Luseiki had over estimated her strength. The dagger left her hand but instead of penetrating the soft flesh of Luka San, it was received in the old, sin hardened, body of Wanki. With a scream of rage the old wizard fell to the earth by the side of the huge, black stone which was once the proud princess Luseiki. That fate awaited him also, and to the gaze of Luka San and her lover who ran to the spot at his savage yell, there remained only a large black, stone while the omnious dagger protruded from its side, as if to give a moral to all who might see. And there they remain to this day, two twin rocks in that fair Japanese garden, and as the legend runs, the great king, overawed by the strange death of Luseiki, took Luka San as a gift of the sun God and made her princess over the land. Many long years she and Fung Kan lived happily together and when the noble prince died, Luka San reigned over her people with such a strong and kindly hand that when she too died and was buried in the cherry grove, the people of the village came each day to Weep and mourn at the shrine of Luka San, the beautiful, Luka San, the gift of the sun God. LUCIE DRAPER. IT WAS WORTH IT Well-I've decided to keep a Dairy. Yano all grate men keep dairies and I'm gona be a President some day. Won't that look awful in print President Percival Quincy. My mom, she nanoed me. Guess we're some relashun to John Quincy Adams. but I don't know who he was and I dont never care to neether. Anyway I aint one of these here sissifled Percys. All the fellers calls me Red. Well to go back to what I started out to say. I'm gona keep a Dairy. It'll be a nice thing for my grandchildren to look at when Im dead and gone. Wow!! Don't that sound mournful. My fathers dead. Mom she's nice most of the time, but shes awful persnikety at others. I got one sister and she thinks she jist about it. It was cause a her I got sent out here to this old School for Boys. She jist picks on me all the time. Why I'd sware on a stack of bibles that I aint never went in the house once, but what she didn't say Go come your hair. She's always tellin me my hands are dirty too! Why my hands are jist naturally dark colored. I told her what she looked like one time and she bawled about half a day. She was a tellin me I oughta put some a this Shinola for I guess that's shoe polishj its Brilliant somethin-on my hair fits readl and so I told her nix on that and that I'd hate to go round lookin like she did, a peeled onion endin up in one a them crazy spit curls. I told her there wasn't no use fishin around for any fellers with that stiff old fish hook, cause it didn't have any bait on it. Mom bout had a cat. I heard her tell somebody I needed disiplining. An Im a gettin it all right. I kinda wish I was back there teasin Sis tho. Tuesday-It rained all day yesterday and I didnft have nuthin to rite in my Dairy. Gosh! But I have had fun today! Yano we fellas all gotta go to chapel every noon.

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14 - BLUE AND WHITE SENIOR CLASS HISTORY One bright September morning in 1917 thirty-four Freshmen made their way to Miss Wright's room to make their debut in the world of higher knowledge. They were a large class and they made a good showing in classwork and on the field in athletics, even if they were just Freshmen. The greatest event of the year was a party wihch the rest of the school gave them. They were somewhat uneasy on ac- count of the secrecy of the preparations and some of the boys even came, dressed in overalls and prepared for the worst. They had a good time nevertheless and voted the party a great success, including the green all day suckers, which were special treats for the Freshmen. The next year they began to feel more at home and to enjoy f?J themselves while they learned all about lines and angles and dug deep in the memories of Caesar. They also had their representatives on the football field and they did their part in winning the county championship in baseball. It was this year that the plan of an annual bucking became well established, and every spring a certain number of stu- dents would take a day or two off, for no particular reason, and the results-well! it is best not to mention them. When they entered the Junior year they were still a good sized class although they had lost some of their classmates along the way, and they felt that they had passed one more milestone on the road to graduation. This year almost half of the successful football and baseball teams were Junior boys. The last social event of the year was the Senior reception which had been looked forward to for a long time and which was a decided success in every way. Now they are Seniors and although they remember the good times they had as Sophomores and Juniors, they cannot but think that this is their best year and the one which they will remember the longest and with the most pride and joy. In ath- letics they have maintained their reputation of other years. Each of the eight boys has been on one or the other of the teams, and from this class have come the cap- tains of the football, basketball, and baseball squads this year. The fact of which they are most justly proud is that it was their representative who won the first prize in the preliminary oratorical contest and who, although the judges did not see fit to give her but second prize in Newark, succeeded in acquitting herself most creditably. The social times of the class have not been much behind their other activities. This second semester they have given themselves several good parties. Now they, twenty-two strong, the largest class in the history of Granville High, are ready to leave dear G. H. S. and it appears to them as a crisis in their lives. Some will go to college, some will try life for themselves, and all are eager to see what lies ahead, but they are truly sorry to have to say good-bye to their teachers and their merry High School days. HAZEL DUNLAP. CLASS PROPHECY At last! I finally have my private wire installed. These Marsoiphones certainly are handy little things. When I was in old G. H. S. fourteen or fifteen years ago, I used to wonder and wonder if I'd ever get to talk to anyone on Mars, and also wonder what the people were like. And to think that I have been enlightened all because of Frank Williams. We never thought that little spark of inventive genius was lurking in his mind in 1921, did we? He always did choose topics on invention for oral com- positions though. Strange isn't it how people turn out? Little did we suspect that he would make his name in the world by the Marsophone. Speaking of Mars, did, you know Milford was the president of a Seminary for Red-Headed Girls up there? It seems to have become an obsession with him. He heard that there were a lot of them on Mars and he immediately attempted to bum his way up there fthought he'd suc- ceed as he did in 19201, but failed. Margaret Brooks finally took pity on him and gave him free passage on that new Eagle Flyer she's just started. Best route to Mars in the atmosphere or at least it is so advertised by Mr. A. E. Evans, her advertising manager. Beany caught the fever after he had learned all that line-up of words in It Pays to Advertise, that play we Seniors put on during comn'encement week in 1921. Ha! That reminds me of something I was playing in the Jazz Weekly last Sunday, which by the way is a musical newspaper edited by Katharine Howe. Of course she only composes the music, and has a staff of reporters. How she ever does that though I cannot see. But to go back to what I saw in the paper. Lenora is playing with a stock company in Japan. How she can stand it after the feelings now existing, is a mystery to me. But they say there is good money in it. That war over Yap certainly showed us what a power the Japanese were. Dear old Granville was totally destroyed by shells in 1930, and I can see my old home town no more. The Japs found out Thomas Hite was concocting some new kind of poisonous gas from