Hicksville High School - Hixonian Yearbook (Hicksville, OH)

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THE HIXONIAN Ways startlingly original. Although our class is the largest ever to gradu- ate from Hicksville High School, Dallas and Faith decided it lacked digni- ty. To remedy this they determined to join the ranks of the happily married. Not to be outdone, the other boys organized a club to add to their prestige. Their pass word is hair tonic and their emblem a mous- tache. Wherever they go they scatter sunshine. No one was ever seen to look at a member Without breaking into a laugh. For the last year our life has been tranquil and pleasant. There have been few storms and many sunshiny days. If our life history is as happy as our school history, surely We will be a thrice-blessed class. i 4 -Helen Arrowsmith. AL

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THE I-IIXOpNIAN Senior Gllzma llliatnrg Once upon a time, September 2, 1918, to be exact, there came to Hicksville High School a motley band of youngsters. After establishing themselves on the Freshman side of the assembly room they gazed around at each other speculatively and immediately decided that the next four years would be a happy time for them. As soon as Mr. Moats consented, the class organized and straightway began to hold parties. These affairs helped us grow better acquainted, and encouraged among some of the more susceptible, the affliction which cynics diagnose as puppy love . This was the year of martial music and khaki clad men. Proudly we helped in the various war drives, made booklets and gave money which we earned our- selves to the United War Work Campaign. When the cry of peace went ringing through the land, we joined in the joyful celebration with the knowledge that we, too, had helped. - 1 - - Q By the time the next September rolled around many of the boys had graduated into long trousers while among the girls were seen more elabor- ate coiffures which they kept in order with the aid of their mirrors. The ears of the whole Sophomore Class were burning with compliments the teachers paid us. According to them we were showing signs of bright- ness. So we kept studying and nothing very startling interrupted our peaceful course. When some of the girls went A. W. O. L. the command- ing officers managed to make hookey playing seem a dangerous sport. ' The preceding Junior Class willed us the SPOONDRIFT. It took a great part of our time to care for it but it was time well spent. Our legacy grew and grew under our care as it still seems to be doing under the present Junior Class's guidance. Our new school piano was a great im- provement, especially for the Glee Club Girls, but as usual the where- withal was scarce. Soon after the band girls came home there was a Minstrel Show. Any girl in High School was eligible and the music those ladies of cullur made ,was surely tantalizing. Later that year our class treasury was found sadly empty. Our allotment- from the carnival pro- ceeds helped but still we needed more. So our class did something new when we put on a benefit movie and the money rolled in. For us the money making business was really as much pleasure as work. On the,seventeenth of March came the Great Debate. William and Janet upheld the J uniors' name and the box of chocolates we gave them scarcely expressed our grati- tude. Springtime brought plans for the J unior-Senior Banquet. All we heard was talk of menus, programs, dresses and color schemes. The Ma- sonic Parlors needed decorating and in doing this and in the rides home afterwards several of the Juniors found each other very entertaining. The night of the affair was murky without but bright within. From all reports it was a success. . This year all our energy is put into use. The Hixonian requires a great deal of it. Then we are becoming proficient in cooking, sewing, type- writing, stenography, history,english, physics and latin. Of course, when it comes to social activities we are always enthusiastic and the boys showed how well they could play football. The Senior Boys' Sextette made the biggest hit of the season with their songs and costumes which were al- 23

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THE H1xoNIAN Elie Svrhnnl Ellinuae mgzterg Brutus, why weren't you made into somethin' else 'sides a dog so's you could live? mused Bud Wagner to his trusty companion, an old mon- grel hound. In fact, it was almost a sob and with great effort, tears were prevented from coursing down his' freckled cheeks. Bud lived with his Aunt Mirandy, a bustling maiden lady of unaccountable years to the eyes of the lad. With all her hustling and bustling, funds were scant and all the money was needed for food and clothing. Not even enough could be spared for a dog license for Brutus and the scraps he was accustomed to devour could more profitably be fed to the small flock of chickens. Aunt Mirandy's simple little dwelling was on the outskirts of the vil- lage of Pleasant Dale. On this particular morning Bud was talking to the old dog before leaving for school. Young man, you git to school 'fore yer late, yelled Aunnt Mirandy, so the boy with a sigh and farewell pat to the dog started for the institution of learning. The building consisted of one room with a long loft extending over the most of its length. The furniturenwas simple and rude. Its whole appearance was of bareness and sadness, as though once it had been bright and cheery. But today all was excitement for within the past week chalk had disappeared, pencils were missing, inkwells had been tipped over and their contents spilled on neat copy books. Now had come the last straw. The master, fidgety Mr. Nosme, could not find his spectacle case. He had left it there the night before and now it was nowhere to be found. The entire village as well as the school knew that the case itself was very valuable for it had been sent clear from Boston and even had gold letters printed on the back. Who could be the culprit? School was called to order and one by one the pupils were questioned as to what they knew of the mystery and if they themselves were guilty. Bud looked across the room to where Sadie White sat but he didn't receive her usual smile, instead she sat rigid with her head held high. Soon mean- ing glances were cast in her direction and scorning fingers pointed at her. The girl's cheeks were deathly pale and her eyes unusually bright. Now it was her turn. To all the questions asked she responded with simply a brief no , but the master wasn't satisfied. This looked like guilt. Samuel Rinks, Bud's avowed enemy, testified that Sadie hadbeen seen coming out of the school-house long after all the other pupils had gone home and the very next day his prize pencil, the one with the red and white stripes tipped off with a large red rubber, was missing. Indeed almost everyone had some complaint to make except Sadie and Bud. But the latter had always been the girl's champion and had been known to give more than one miscreant a bloody nose for pulling the girl's flaxen braids. So if Sadie was the guilty one she would take nothing of Bud's. The girl had nothing by which to prove her innocence but her word of honor and at that time it lacked force for wouldn't a thief lie as well as steal? Mr. Nosme offered a reward of five dollars for the discovery of the guilty one and the return of his spectacle case. 25