Ohio City Liberty High School - O Citian Yearbook (Ohio City, OH)

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Page 10-O'CITIAN SENIOR CLASS HISTORY The sky is blue and almost cloudless. The air is still, and the only move- ment, puffs of smoke rising from the top of a hill in the distance. That smoke is a signal to a great tribe of Warriors who live within its radius: it is calling them to the annual council meeting where they will judge whether or not the Seniors are worthy of being ranked as alumni of the tribe. As we draw nearer, we behold a green valley dotted with red spring flowers. We must hurry now, for the elders and the wisemen have already assembled. The drums are booming solemnly, and every eye is fixed on a procession of 25 Seniors, moving in their grey caps and gowns toward the coun- cil fire. Their faces are sober, for they realize the significance of the occasion. The chief gives a sign with his hand, and a hush falls upon all the Indians. Who has the records of the candidates? he questions. I step forward saying, I have, Sir. He announces that our records must be acceptable for the last four winters if we may be called alumni of the tribe. Next he commands me to read them, and with trembling frame and shaking voice, I begin. Once upon a time many moons ago, there lived in the land of the Warriors, a group of young people who believed they were ready to start the long ordeal to prove themselves worthy of being full-fledged tribesmen. Each year they had a quest, with wisdom and Warrior hood as an ultimate goal. The task for the first year was to find friendship among the older members. We elected Honey-Child Iohnson for our leader and Tag-Along Medaugh as his assistant. Pokey Hontus Stahl was our scribe. Shortgrass Smalley took care of our Wampum and Hi-Stepper Krugh was reporter. Our Councelor Slabaugh left us in the middle of the year to join another clan. We threw a mighty feast for her when she left. The task set before us the following year was usefulness, we were to serve our elders at all times. Edi-Tor Ragon joined our band, but Phyllis Doan and K-Lee Mercer left us. Phyllis has a home of her own, while K-Lee joined another tribe. We made Patch-on-the-Pants Krugh our leader with Tag-Along Medaugh, his helper. Susie-Q Switzer was our scribe. Cherry Tree Detterer was in charge of our Wampum, and Do-Ra-Me Eibling recorded our news. Councilor Fraker advised us to have a Box Social, which was a big success. We were to achieve happiness in our quest last year. With Susie-Q Switzer in command, Pokey Hontus Stahl assisting, Write-It-Down Galloway doing just that, Tag-Along Medaugh guarding our treasure, Advisor Adams making our progress known to everyone, and Chief Tell-It-All Carmean making our notches in the Totem Pole of time we were victorious. Under the supervision of Advisor Detterer we climaxed the year in May with a ceremonial dance for the Trail Blazers. The council fires burned bright- ly that evening displaying the gaily painted Warriors in their bright feathers. And now at last we have reached the end of the trail and we raise our colors high, for we believe we have done well in obtaining our last trophy- Leadership. We could not have gained this objective if it had not been for our leader Big-Shot Germann, Advisor Adams, Write-It-Down Galloway, Do-Ra-Me Eibling, Edi-Tor Ragon, and the full co-operation of every member of the tribe under the splendid counceling of Medicine Man Cress.