Leetonia High School - Lehiscan Yearbook (Leetonia, OH)

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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

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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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BLUE AND WHITE gun: wig I MUSINGS OF SETI-I THOMAS Could you imagine what happened the other night? A midnight revelry. It sure was interesting and I didn't miss a thing. Since school was so nearly at a close the books had a big party. They were having the most fun when a gossipy judge from a Civics book spoke: I'd just like to show you what my abode, this book, conceals for Adelaide. DEAR ADALIDE - All were silent while the judge read this: May I see you after Senior play practice? It concerns that date for Wednesday night. The judge cleared his throat and said, This document is signed 'John King.' Silence reigned while the judge retired to his former position on Page 92 of the Civics book. Caesar, fresh from his Gaulic wars, stopped from Latin Il., saying: Ah! Listen to Don's fiance: 'DEAR DON- 'I'm awfully sorry I wasn't home last night when you called, but if you come down tonight I'll be home. 'YOUR GLADYS.' So--, um, huh! breathed the rest mysteriously. Then Caesar, with martial tread, retreated into the Latin text. The resulting hub-bub was called to order by a Crusader's gruff voice. I, too, have a few secrets. Hear this one: 'DEAR JIM- 'Did your father bawl you out for not getting in till after 10:00 o'cl0ck last night?' Let's see: I guess her name is Helen Gawkin. Two of the books fainted at this terrible epistle, but with effort recovered. Next, proclaimed Front de Beouf, a grim figure with a voice as low as his boots, whose very presence demanded attention. I object to being responsible for such notes as the following: 'DEAR AUDRIENNE- 'I want to tell you that if you don't go to the show with me tonight, I'll Hunk that Algebra test tomorrow because I won't be able to study. 'WILLIS PEET ' fFreshmanJ. From book to book was whispered phrases of agreement while Front de Beouf strode wrathfully back to Ivanhoe. After an interval of discussions, a war-like figure stepped from a Latin II. text. Caesar sent me to reveal this startling disclosure, said the envoy. Take notice: DEDICATED TO HELEN HALL, Franklin Square- 'Our eyes have met- Our lips not yet, But, Oh, you kid, I'll get you yet! i 'VINCENT LAVELLE' QSophomoreJ. Shocking, groaned one bo-ok while others displayed their disgust in various ways. Each one gets worse. 32