Leetonia High School - Lehiscan Yearbook (Leetonia, OH)

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AND -WHITE whisper HJ He's mineg I spied him first. Of course the giggle fit was Ralph Lewis' loud greffawj broke the ice and all joined lin the laugh. Flirst thing after this intro- duction came the sizing up of the instructors and after a short interview with Miss March I decided she knew her line and she would be well to cultivate for my future welfare, and a friend indeed she proved to be to me, one indeed honored. However, when I got into the inner room in which John Moore presided, I was paralyzed for his austere, crisp manner of speaking put cold chills down my spinal column. I was glad when I received my classification as a Senior and has been assigned and that my first interview was at an end. However, when the two Johns finally came to understand each other a delightful friendship was created that stands today. These two instructors, Miss March and Prof. Moore placed my feet firmly on the Fight path which lead to success in after years. It is with fondest memories that I think about L.H.S., its instructors, its pupils and especially the friendship and loyalty of my classmates who stood by me in many a battle with Caesar, Virgil and Trigonometry, and in my tight on Commencement Day to be permitted to give my peerless oration on The Young Man in History. It is certain that whatever young man or woman seeks his education in Leetonia High School, he must climb to secure it.' JOHN M. GLEDHILL, Class of 1893. WHAT SCHOQL MEANT TO ME It seems but a very short time since I left High School as a student. I wish I were able to put into words what the few short years spent in that room means to me now. As I look back over those happy days and see the students all seated in that auditorium, I can recall many lasting friendships that were formed'as we worked together. The seeds planted in our lives then was far more essential than the trimming of branches in later years. The education we received in the Grades and High School laid the foundation for future life. If we believe the saying, What we are in youth determines to a large extent what we will be in the future, we must make that foundation solid if we want to make a success of life. Who planted the seeds of the future in our lives? We had but two teachers in High School when I was a student there. Mr. Moore, our superintendent, who is now in East Palestine, and Miss Julia March, now Dr. March-Beard of Youngstown. It was they who by their love, kindness and christian example made an essential contri- bution to our future. They instilled into us the moral courage and fighting zeal 'oo Dare to do rightg dare to be true, dare to say 'No'g dare to endure. I frankly confess I am mostly made up of all I have met-more made up than self-madeg I can absorb! much faster than create. What ever my success has been, I owe it partly to admired leaders but chiefly to loyal friends and teachers who have worked with me. They built the bridge to span the tide, So that as we crossed in the twilight dim We could cross in safety to the other side. ' MISS ELMA RAUCH, Class of '93 , '29

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BLUE AND WHITE alll' ' I I I lik Alumnae Upon request a few appreciations of Leetonia High have been received. It is a pleasure for we Seniors of '25 to realize what old L.H.S. will mean to us in years to come. We thank these Seniors of '93, and I am sure we shall profit by having read your impressions of L.H.S. REMINISTIC AND CDPTIMISTIC How well I remember the awe and reverence I felt on entering High School as a student. The third Hoor had seemed almost hallowed to me from the time 1 entered the first grade. I am sure we Freshies walked on tip-toes and whispered lest we disturbed the mighty Seniors-for so they seemed to me. We soon adjusted outselves, however, and with Mr. Moore, whose stern dignity commanded our respect as commander-in-chief, and kind, patient, sympathetic Miss March as captain, we were piloted on a wonderful voyage through High School. Just as every class before or since, we thought we were the most wonderful. We did things no other class had thought of and in class spirit and co-operation think no other class has yet surpassed us. As I recall the years spent in High School I realize how much they were a fore- taste of Life. There were our joys and sorrows, ambitions and disappointments, there we learned to work, to win success and to suffer failure, so much depended on our own attitude and efforts. How little we appreciate the sacrifices made by our parents and teachers! So I am optimistic for the boys and girls of today-knowing that time and experience will do for them what they have done for boys and girls in the past. We, too, had good times, different from those of today, perhaps, yet the very best to be had. We, too, were censored and, as today, there were some folks who thought we were on the downward path. But with the highest ideals before us we were guided and directed on our way, and, to our faithful teachers we owe the success of our voyage. So, again, I am optimistic for the girls and boys of today, having, faith in their loyalty and ablility to go on as representative of dear old Leetonia High and do their share to make the world a better place in which to live. TILLIE MCNULTY, '93 FONDEST MEMORIES One thinks of his High School or College with the same 1'6Ve1'e11C6 that he thinks of his mother. For the school, the church and the mother are usually the main factors in developing ones talents and capabilities for the battle of life. Again, one finds that the associations during the character formative period of our lives may have such an iniiuence, and be so strong, that the wrong may conquer over the right and all the good teachings be crowded out, and our lives become a wreck. Fondest rememberances cling to me of the year which I spent in Leetonia High School with the Class of 1893, and as memories' wheels begin to turn in thinking over the commission you sent me to fulfill, pictures begin to reel up before me like soldiers lining up for war. Of course out of this moving picture reel I can but mention the most important. My first morning in old Leetonia High was an unforgetable one to me. Upon entering the far door, a hundred or more necks were craned to get the once over of the new preacher's son, and well do I recall 1-ll, and her big voice 28

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R BLUE AND WHITE 6 .mu ..,,,,,,,, 1 - 'VI V D au Q ,' Y - as f f' l I :I X ? f 3 X' I ll L- IM Ilqi,m?- 'lim I lar' X 1 ' ' V I, Q, 1 '-Ill' - -L, DOES IT PAY? Some think it fine to be a Senior, To loaf and play the time along, But, did you ever really wonder, If they were in the right or wrong? Others think it fine to be a Senior, And become a High School Graduateg They do not know the Work we do, In a High School quite up-to-date. I tell you a Senior's life is hard- As days and months drag slowly ony Every Senior, whether learned or not, Wishes time was not quite so long. Just to convince you of your mistake, I'll tell of our life in High School, Forty Freshmen started in Twenty-one, Our minds supposed to be our tool. Friend, if you've ever been in High School, And never felt your flesh grow coldg Friend, you should be shouting and singing, For you must have been a student bold. Oh! my Freshman life was terrible, When my comrades round me would Hunk, When we were scolded quite severely, Some dropped out, for they thought school punk. But my Sophomore year was better, I belonged to a sophistacated bunch, We shirked, but later on we worked, For the Faculty gave us a hunch. As Juniors our toils were very sincere, And to obtain the Seniors' esteem: We labored faithfully for their banquet- It was surely a perfect dream. At last our Senior year has come! It's been the busiest time of ally We've worked and played and studied hours, Right here in the Assembly Hall. But we who wrought, schemed and talked, As dear old friends each other rateg Love twines about us as it ought, Since we are now to graduate. Now the four long years have slipped by, Each year we've come nearer our goal 5 As Seniors we go out in the world. To play our part in Life's role Our High School we'll ever hold dear, No matter how hard it may seemg For we gain all things worth while By work-not by a day dream. -ADA HALL, '25 30