Moundsville High School - Orospolitan Yearbook (Moundsville, WV)

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W. M. EVANS When I Was graduated from the M. H. S., and a certain Moundsville man told me he was graduated Uiifteen years ago, I felt sorry for him, he was so old! It is thirty years since I was graduated and I am not old, and the man I felt very sorry for is very active today in the affairs of Moundsville, all of which shows that it all depends on one's viewpoint. I had one year 's work in the classic- al course of a college, and completed a course in a business college after tin- ishing at the M. II. S., and yet when I applied for a position live years ago where it was necessary for me to have the equivalent of a high school course, I could not dig up enough credits to make me eligible, which shows that there has been some advance in high school courses. The old school house, the only one in the town, at that time, gave way to a new and larger one, and other school houses have l.een added and you enjoy a Iligh School Building, which shows how Moundsville have grown and pro- gressezl. In the class of '92 there were seven girls and four boys. The other three boys have crossed the Great Divide, and the girls have scattered, only two of them now living in Moundsville, which shovvs that Time has been at work. In closing, I Wish I might find Words to express the gratitude that I feel to- wards Miss Cora Myers, in whose room we studied, and Professor D. T. Wil- liams, our instructor. In that old school they did God's work in a Way that must have pleased Him. Miss Myers has gone to her reward, but Professor Williams is still very alert and does not lose an opportunity to send the encouraging word to one of his old students whenever the occasion arises. The class of '92 was the best class that ever was graduated from that school up to that time, but every one since has been 'fthe best, and I con- gratulate you and the members of the class of '22, Editor of Orospolitan on being a class that is thirty times better than mine. Sincerely, VV. M. EVANS.

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MEMORIES OF MOUNDSVILLE MAKE MECCA FOR US By William L. Stidger Moundsville is the Mecca of all of our memories. Like the worshipper of Allah looks Eastward to Mecca at evening time wherever he is, so the eyes and the heart of those of us who have wandered a world away look by to the old home town. We have tasted of '4The Old Wolf Spring and we shall never be satis- fied to remain away very long at a time from that fair haven nestled in the crook of the arm of that old brawny Mother, the Ohio River. Some of the high spots that I visited when I was at home a few weeks ago and upon which I looked with hungry eyes were the Old Sheep Hole out at the forks of the two creeks, that swimmini .hole where we used to while away about ten out of the twenty-four hours of Summer days in boyhood. I saw it as my train came back from Grafton on my recent lecture trip. I looked up the creek to see if that old Elm tree was still leaning out over the creek as it used to lean long ago and, sure enough, there it was . I could see it from the train away up the creek towards the Fair Grounds. I looked upon the Old Indian Mound with a thousand memories burn- ing in my heart and as the train from Pittsburg pulled into town I watched every foot of the river, from the old Offset Hole to the curve below town with memories of Summer swimming days and winter skating days throng- ing nie. The old Methodist Church, now till- ed with commerce, used as a warehouse, and the old School Building, which to us, was the High School, with the old Town Clock-and a hundred spots- makes Moundsville the Mecca of our Memories.

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HOWARD I. BOCHER It has been said that it is not enough for the knight of romance that you agree that his love is a very nice lady-if you will not say she is the best that God ever made, you must fight! So, indeed, it is With the graduates of 1914 as to their class. The vvriter has been asked to reminisce about that class. Reminisce of the class of 1914 in tive hundred Words! Unfortunate- ly, there is no one alive who could deal adequately with the subject in such short terms. Besides, at the best, the Writer is not blessed with the gift of brevity. And yet in tive hun-dred words one may say something. He may record a fevv things, and perhaps those Who read may End their memories so quickened that a whole train of re- collections will tumble down out of the dusty past. Let us, then reminisce by suggestion. At the start, there were forty-three of us. VVe were the largest Freshman Class the school had received up to that time. As we exceeded in num- bers, so We would boast that We exceed- ed in intelligence, any other entering class. From this distance, it seems that it couldn't have been otherwise, but for the disgraceful credulity of Jake Dorsey, on the opening day of school, when he inquired of an upper classman as to the securing of a history t'pony. We organized early in the year and selected the name X. I. V. Our first internal clash came over choosing of class colors and payment of dues. We agreed upon Purple and Gold for the colors, with dues at five cents a semes- ter. Towards the close of the year, We gave a banquet in the Parish House. No other Freshman Classs had ever at- tempted such a pretentious thing. Naturally, the other classes were much put out about it. The members of the then Sophomore Class were especially obnoxious and did their best to ruin the affair. Not being able to spoil the banquet by abstracting the food they attempted to capture the eaters. They were able to take only one pris- c-ner, and he escaped in time for the third course. By our Sophomore year, several flames had burst out within the class. Morton Avenue became the regular re- sort of two of our boys. F. C., ll. W.: F. K., B. S.-to use a form of expres- sion itself reminiscent of high eschool days. And there was something unus- ual in Miss Bates having Kathryn Bod- ley read the part of the carpenter in the drama we were then studying. To the boys who read perhaps will eome recollections of color tights. These became of almost consuming im- portance in our third year. Class nu- merals had been painted on the face of the clock by every class, and so with ours. Every joint meeting of the lit- erary societies brought forth a display of class colors and resulting light. All will remember the periodical Student Body meetings. They were always contentious. Training in argu- ment and debate derived from this source bore fruit in our own Senior ,Class meetings. Every proposition gpresented to the class was contested. but differences were reeoneiled or abandoned under the pressure of ap- proaching graduation. The class had been redneed from forty-three to twenty-three nieinbers. These twenty-three stood for gradua- tion in May, retaining all the graves of the originally larger groups and pre- senting but few of its faults. IIONV,-XRD I. ISOOIIICH, '14,