Mentor High School - Cardinal Notes Yearbook (Mentor, OH)

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 THE SCARLET AND GRAY position but failed before a week was up and degenerated into just human beings. Two new teachers had been added to the faculty and one of them, Miss Hossler, became our home room teacher. Being the leaders of the school, naturally we won both the Corn-Mentor and Annual campaigns. We furnished seven lettermen for the football team, whose glorious victories we celebrated in the banquet of the season. In basketball and again in track, the Seniors sent out representatives to win honors for the class. The Juniors gave a play, “Nothing but the Truth,” to finance the Junior-Senior Prom which was given April 30. We were received into a very real Japanese garden where we enjoyed ourselves for the evening. A week later, the Senior play, “Professor Pepp” was presented, and proved to be a success. Commencement night is more or less of a dream, a dream that comes true. If we remember our entrance as Freshmen with laughter, surely we will remember this last night with happiness. We feel proud that we can claim the distinction of being the first class to spend the entire four years of our high school life in the present Mentor High building. For some of us this is the end of school life, for others, the beginning of college; but all of us will miss our high school and the old familiar faces. Others will take their places but always we will keep a place down in our heart in memory of our high school days. Farewell dear school! Our parting days have come. The happy hours we spent as sands have run Down through the months and years we spent in thee. Thy rooms and corridors no more will be Our meeting place; no more thy rooms resound To ready laughter for the tales we found To while the hours away. The dreary days Have passed to other far more pleasant ways; And yet when years have flown, as ein they must, We’ll turn the page to one we thought unjust, To dream again of school days long gone by, The happy hours we miss as years now fly. So farewell dear school! Parting days have come, We’ll miss our work, our play, our joy, our fun. Then may the gods send gifts that none can tell To keep you ever ours; and fare you well. —Helene Bereit

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c sfcp THE SCARLET AND GRAY C Senior Class History There are very few of us who forget that first day of high school. Being Freshmen or “stargazers,” as some are called from their habit of looking at the tops of the doors for room numbers, is not so pleasant. The upper classmen seem to delight in worrying these simple youngsters who are almost reduced to tears or a great desire to fight many times the school year. This class of ’27 was no exception to the rule. September, 1923, saw us scared young Freshmen enter the new high school. The first days were chaotic. There were no desks or books and classes were conducted under the most trying circumstances. However, as things happen, we were finally drawn into the intimate school life. Talent for athletics was manifested by many in the class. Freshmen soon swelled the ranks in football, basketball, baseball, and track, taking honors in all events. In the fall of 1924 when we returned as Sophomores, we were welcomed by the new principal, Mr. Rice, and several teachers. The school began to make traditions for herself. The school paper, the Corn-Mentor, was established and named. Then came the campaign for subscriptions at the end of which it was found that the Sophomores and Juniors were to be the hosts, cooks, and bottle washers. About the middle of the year, the system of citizenship was organized. Two silver cups, one for citizenship and the other for scholarship, were presented to the school by the Parent-Teachers’ Association. At the end of the term it was found that the Sophomores had taken both. While the enthusiasm was high, a picnic was held at Mentor Beach to celebrate the ending of school. Our Junior year opened with everybody tanned and sunburnt from vacation. Regular school life kept the irrepressible Juniors down for a while but about January they broke out in candy sales. Everyone asked the meaning of this and in May the question was solved. It was the Junior-Senior Prom. Everyone enjoyed himself beneath the rainbows that covered the hall. When, finally after weeks of hard study and exams, school closed, we were very much surprised that the two cups, or at least one, were not ours again for the year. However, the annual picnic helped us to forget our grief at the close of school. September again! As Seniors we tried to uphold the dignity of our

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