Leetonia High School - Lehiscan Yearbook (Leetonia, OH)

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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

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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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5 'NNN wx Y Q, ylji B L U E A N D w HIT E hmg gffggt, M X ir M iv ' lv mmm T M llll- l1lw'i'l I Then from the pages of Three English Comedies came haughty Mrs. Sneer- well from The School of Scandal. She spoke in a lofty voice, I've been waiting till the last to read the spicy epistles which I am keeping from the circles of gossip. Here's the first one: 'POPPY- 'Those football guys that are graduatin' think nobody can fill their placesg we'll show 'em next year, won't me? 'BRUCE G.' H And this one: 'MARG- 'I'll bet those Seniors are jealous because none of them are debaters, but we're so dkn good we don't need anyone else. UP. JI? !! Now what do you think of that? asked Mrs. Sneerwell in an 'I-told-you-so' tone. Such impudence and conceit! Well, I'd just like to see if these Juniors really live up to their expectations. It will be a wonder to me if they do- But just then one of the books, knowing how Mrs. Sneerwell would gossip, looked up at me and exclaimed: It's 12:00 o'clockg our fun's over for this time! The books hastily dispersed to their various desks and silence prevailed, broken only by the tick-tock of my heart. I'll admit I was a trifle disappointed but then all good things must come to an end some time. Well, readers, I wish you as restful a vacation as I shall have. C. E. G., '25. BACK TRACKING When from the old Red School building we go And know we won't be back again, Of the time we spent in fooling we know And wish that those days would just begin. Some may go and make the time spent pay, But most of us have our row to hoe. When we journey back to the school some day At that time our success we should know. Now it is near the departing time When we gather our books and start packing- These eight or ten little lines wouldn't rhyme Unless I called this all back-tracking. BUN '25 33