Pleasant High School - Key Yearbook (Marion, OH)

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Senior Class Will Realizing that the wings of tiime are bearing us swiftly to the close of our High School career and that we as a class must soon disband, we ,the Class of '21, do declare this to be our final will and testament. To our venerablefaculty we respectfully bequeath our sympathy for the trials yet to be endured, while trying to lift the coming generations to the high sphere which we have attained. Furthermore we hereby do express our heartfelt thanks for their words of wisdom freely showered upon us throughout our High School course. To the Class of 1922 we will and bequeath the space which we have so long occupied in the assembly hall.. Secondly, we bequeath to the aforesaid class our once dear ambition to be- which it stands in severe need, enjoining them to profit by our edifying example and to disport themselves in a creditable -manner in the years to come. To the Class of 1923 we freely give all of our pencils, pens, etc., which they may be able to find after our departure. Secondly, we bequeath to the before said class our once dear .ambition to be- come Seniors, in the hope that it will inspire them to the great effort required to attain that goal. To the infant Class of 1924, we do will and bequeath the lofty lectures by Mr. Crites, which we have heretofore enjoyed. Secondly, we freely will and bequeath to the above class all of the baby rattlers which the infant son of Mr. Crites will have outgrown by next year. Thirdly, we bestow upon them the advice to diligently peruse the book entitled, t'Advice To The Young, wherein they will find the necessary information to lead them over the insurmountable barriers encountered in their quest for knowledge. To the Janitor we do will our French books, so that he may give vent to his feelings in that language without fear of detection, should his patience be overtaxed. To the girls of the High School we do bequeath our old powderpuffs in case they should absorb so much wisdcqm that it would shine forth in their faces, To the community we freely extend our heartiest thanks for the support given us during our High School days. To the generation yet to come we bequeath our sincerest good wishes, with hope that they, in all times yet to come will hold up our Alma Mater, as we have sincerely tried through our High School career. Having apportioned our earthly possessions with malice to none, and charity toward all, we the Class of 1921, do on this, the second day of March 1921 A. D., indorse this document as our last will and testament. qsignedp THE sEN1oRs MATILDA MOLLENAUER, Attorney.

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Senior Class Poem The Senior class of twenty-one Leaves school with many a race well run. Our lessons learned, our playtime spent, What to us, has it really meant? Dear school of ours, our hearts will show The honor's thine for all we know. You who have taught us the truth and right You who have shown us the light. Receive our praise. Four years have taught us how to live A life of usefulness. Four years have taught us how to live A life of truthfulness. , You who h.ave taught us truth and light, You who have made of use our life, Receive our praaise. And when we stand in life's front trench, If then we find we do not blenchg And when life tries our very soul, We bravely battle to the goals And with God's help our ideals keep, Intact from earthly touch and reach, You who have taught truth, use and light, You who have shown us the right, Receive our praise. And when old age has caught us dose With chilling hand and cold, And our steps falter and delay As we approach that last long dayf You who have taught us truth and light, You who have taught us use and right, You who empowered us with your might, Receive our praise. SENIOR CLASS SONG Hall to you Banner blue! Hail to thee! School so free' Floating on high Home of our youth Brightening the sky Alma Mater in truth, Spreading the story All our praises for your kindness Of the Glory VVe'll tell the waiting world Of the Class of 21 Hail to thee!Classes three' Heres to you' Motto true! Waiting in haste, Standing for right truth and might, To usurp our place. Spreading the glory of our story, We are hoping that you ll be keeplng To the world about us. Our faithful work for Pleasant CHORUS Flash our motto o'er the world, And to the waiting stars unfurl, Our bright colors true, For truth dwells in the color blue, And gold reflects our glory too, The glory of Pleasant High.

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yi. -Wa-fe ee e-We f e M ill 111 il Hi i I I li I4 l Til ll .ii lil: wi ,lu l .,i 1 V. i 1. .1 . i W til ' r ll i ,l fl 'ily' i. ll l yi l ii ll ll: . l i. l l l ' i l l' Iwi li ll lp Fl N ll is. 1 l All l ij' .. Senior Class Prophecy On a warm spring day, I was wandering about in a certain pine wood. It was toward evening, but not yet dark. The first shadows of dusk were beginning to creep over the land so each pine seemed to be wrapped in .a soft, misty mantle. Occasionally a gentle wind swept through the trees, creating on the listener the im- pression of a wonderful harp being played by a skilled musician. It was a scene melancholy, yet strangely beautiful. Seating myself on a fallen tree, I began thinking of my High School days now fast coming to an end. A feeling of deep sadness came over me as I thought how soon the class of '21 must part. Then I began wondering how its members would fare in life. As I was musing thus I suddenly beheld an old man coming through the woods toward me. My first impulse was toward flight, for I felt afraid, but my body. seemed paralyzed, so I remained. I anxiously watched the approach of the stranger and even at a distance marked the whiteness of his long hair and beard and the air of strangeness. sur- rounding him. His clothes were oddly cut aind I caught myself thinking that he seemed almost like one of the magicians coming from the Arabian Nights. When he had come nearer I was startled by the blackness of his eyes. He seated himself near me on the fallen tree and I could not cry out or withdraw my gaze from his. Then gradually a mist came over my eyes and the pine wood drifted aaway. In its place there stood a stately building which I recognized as the home of the Head of our Nation.. Gazing into one of its many rooms I beheld a man seated at a desk busily engaged in writing. In spite of the whitening hair and furrowed brow that fifty-five years of life brought, I recognized my old classmate Titus Box.- well now President of the U. S. I thought that the efforts made by Miss McCor- mick back in '21, to force some wisdom into her History student, h.ad after all not been in vain. Just as I was about to go forward to grasp the hand of the great Executive, he, with the mansion faded away. In the place of the White House I now saw a fair city, famous for its culture. As I caught a glimpse of the old Town Hall, I realized the city to be Boston. En- tering into one of the large buildings, I found myself in a spacious auditorium, in which thousands of people were seated, b-reathlessly waiting so it seemed, for some event. Inquiring of a woman sitting near me the cause for so much suspense, she re- plied that the greatest Prima. Donna of America would sing that afternoon. As I was wondering who this might be, a l.ady 'appeared on the stage, followed by her accompanist, a tall gentleman with blond hair. I gasped in surprise when I realized that these celebrities were ,members of the class. of '21, namely, Lucille B.a.rnh.art and David Mautz.. David, it seemed had been crossed in love, and turning to music for solace, had studied so diligently that he was now a great accompanist. As the applause died away at the close of the wonderful selection, this picture also drifted into space. Now I saw the largest city in all our fair land, where the Statue of Liberty watches the endless stream of steamships coming from the Old World. I seemed to enter a large building in which there were hundreds of pictures. An attendant informed me that this was an Art Contest, and thaft the most famous artists in the United States had entered their picures. He led me to the production which had won the prize, and looking, I saw a small tablet with this inscription, Painted by Helen Ferne Price. My chest expanded with pride as I realized that here was another classmate who haid gained fame. X Again the scene shifted to the Capitol City of our nation. I beheld the House of Representatives, and wishing to witness this great body engaged in law-making, I entered. An usher conducted me to a seat. My attention was attracted im- fffi' '-1' , T-,Z -: Z- 'T E 2 'W ' ZgeL?,e, ' '