Mansfield High School - Manhigan Yearbook (Mansfield, OH)

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PAGE TWENTY-TWO Old Nineteen Twelve. There lived, 'tis said, in days of yore. At least four years ago. or more, A class of Freshmen small and new Who tried to learn a thing or two. Concerning books, and subjects strange. And facts and things hard to arrange. They toiled and worked as days went by And overcame their manners shy. Until that day at last did come When they burst from that martyrdom Of Freshmen year which all endure. And that which only time can cure. As soph’mores bold they gayly strode. Without set back or episode. Except those who are linked with Caesar And found him somewhat of a teaser. Until another year rolled round,— As careless Juniors now they're found. The Junior year did fast pass by. For time doth very swiftly fly. As Seniors, now. we hold the stage; But soon Time’s hand will turn the page. And we will enter Life's great game. To lose, or else pay court to fame. We cannot see what is in store. As unknown regions we explore; But hope at last our peace to win. Within the world's great roar and din. As we into the secrets delve We'll not forget old nineteen twelve. —Alice Eiswald.

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PACE TWENTY-ONE “ Tis’good to be with her acquaint.’ “ He was a man. take him for all in all. I shall not look upon his like again. Talkativeness produces many disasters. Hut in silence there is safety. C j nr x 'Cs. “ He playeth well.”

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“ In Future Years.” I fell asleep and as I dreamed. Within my tired mind it seemed I saw the persons once well known, But now from memory nearly flown. Their occupations were so strange I cannot yet seem to arrange Them straight within my dizzy brain. And still I look, and look again. And there I see Leo Baker Has found a job as cake baker. And with him joined for gain or loss. I have discovered Alleen Foss. Hook Remy is a single man. And with his lamp and dinner pan. He goes each day in rain or shine And digs and toils within a mine. And care free thoughtless Beattie Has broke the heart of a lady. As Nellie Pollock, she was known. Before she left the Mansfield Zone. And jolly, genial Mary Me. Traveling on and up the track; The College way she did adorn. Above all malice, jest or scorn. Jack Bloor—ah now, could you guess— I am ashamed now to confess, As traveling agent for a book. His life long trait is not forsook. In that his tongue runs all the while As though it were fixed up with ile But still he is a jolly lad, And near him one is never sad. PACE TWENTY-THREE I stopped a while, and. by the powers! In fields close by I spied Bill Bowers. In farmer's garb I saw him. Yes. I was surprised at change in dress. He took me home to see his wife; Ruth Loeb she was in early life. And next door to them lived—well, who? Why Cairns and Chesrown. married too. And then I asked who lived next them. They said. A man both tall and slim. A friend of yours and mine.” quoth he. Indeed said I. Who can it be? Why. really, ’tis Painter, you know. The one who loved Ruth Ritchey so. And here, just down the street. Lives Brunk alone. (He's very neat).” I saw Clemmy was on the stage. Her music now was all the rage. Boyd Beaver was an actor too. But at his art was still quite new. Our classmate friend,—Esther Motter, Now owned a horse, a 2:10 trotter. On which her affections are centered. So love of man had never entered. E. Cronenwett, a class mate grave. Her upward path with work did pave. All the while she stands alone. The best author late years have known. Bruce Cunningham a jester gay— Who more than amply earned his way. In a three ring circus of the town. Which traveled the country up and down. Copeland married and went away. And was not seen for many a day. At last he returned and brought the news. That Kissane and Frank had changed their views;