Leetonia High School - Lehiscan Yearbook (Leetonia, OH)

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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

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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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gvw' X e- B L U E A N D w HIT E fy - 7,,fX X, e agp' 3 DEAR OLD L. l-LS. fTo the tune of My Wild Irish Rosej If you listen, we'll sing you a sweet, happy song Of a class that must now depart, Yet dearer to us are those fond memories, Tho each holds a value apart. 'Twas given to us by a life that we pass, Since we've met in those years which are gone, They are dearer by far than the world's brightest star, And we call them our fond memories. CHORUS: Dear old L.-H.-S. The greatest and the bestg You may search everywhere, but none can compare To our old L.-H.-S. Dear old L.-H.-S. The grandest and the best, And everyone knows we'1l conquer our foes, If we're from dear old L.-H.-S. CHORUS: Goodbye L.-H.-S. The greatest and the best, You may search everywhere, but there's none to compare To our old L.-H.-S. The grandest and the best- And everyone knows we'1l conquer our foes, As out in the world we go. SUPPOSE Suppose, for a minute, we had all quit school And taken a jog, working with some simple tool, And nobody heard us nor answered our call, Just because we were not graduates at all. Suppose we were cornered, we'll say by a fake, With no one to help us out of our mistakeg Would you give up your life without making a fight, Or, would you struggle with your terrible plight, Well, this little trouble which has us upset, Is nothing compared to what others have met: So why do we whimper and whine at our case? ' Why give up and quit without making the race? Remember, my friends, when you're troubled by doubt, About leaving school, others have worked their way outg If we had not observed the motto, Do or Die, We would not have been graduates of Leetonia High. -By ELEANOR WARD, '25 31