Pleasant High School - Key Yearbook (Marion, OH)

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Senior Class Prophecy---Continued mediately to a lady, one of the Representatives who was pleading eloquently for Conservation of Food ,and Better Homes.. In glowing words she painted the awful conditions in the New York Tenements, so that tears were drawn from the eyes of lrnany a listener. There was something familiar in the voice of the speaker, so I inquired of my neighbor who the lady could be. She explained that she knew her very Well, and that it was Fannie Freeman Straw. I was not surprised that my old classmate had finally married Bob Straw, who was now a policeman in Wash- ington, thus enforcing the laws which his wife was actively' engaged in making. Af- ter the session was over I joined the line which was forming to congratulate my old friend, but the longer I waited the farther away I seemed to be from my goal, until all finally seemed to sail away as though carried on a magic ship. A new vista unfolded before me. Now I beheld a bleak landscape in which nothing was visible save a few trees devoid of leaves, and a hill on the top of which was a small building, which as I viewed more closely I found to be .a one-roomed school house, situated in the wilds of Kentucky. The building opened before me and the inside was even more inviting than the outside. Twenty or thirty pupils, ranging between the ages of six and sixteen were seated on rude benches. Glancing toward the front of the building I saw a lady whose appearance could be summed in these words HA typical old-maid school teacher. She was deeply engrossed in conducting the advanced History class and did not notice the mischief hatching in the rear of the room. Soon .a little snake, about six inches long came wiggling over the Hoor toward her, and the teacher on seeing it, jumpedl and screamed in terror. I suddenly realized that the person before me was MYSELF. As I watched the scene in horror it was suddenly snatched away, as though by, a magic hand. I slowly recovered from the stupor into which I had fallen, and looked about me for the old man, who, as I did not dloubt had caused me to fall into this trance, and it seeamed that I could see his white hair gleaming in the distance. He, having read my thoughts and seeing my wish! to look into the future, had for a short time swept aside the mystic veil, and granted my desires. Night had now fallen and I arose, harstening to leave the whispering pines, which seemed enchanted, far behind 4mG.+M. M.

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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, ' '

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Pennant Poem Ay, they tore our True Blue Ensign down, Long had it waved on highg And many an eye had danced to see Our banner passing by. Beneath it rang the Freshman's cry, And Sophomores haughty praise, And Juniors often Wailed a sigh, When higher it was raised! Until at last the sad day came, And the destroyers hand Pulled down our banner to the groundg Trampled it on the sand. And Senior eyes with tears did Hll, But loyal hearts are true- We stooped, we picked it up, And keep the remnants still. Senior Class Yell Boom e Hurray! Who's got the say? SENIORS! Rah!--Rah-Rah-Rah! Rah!eRah-Rah-Rah! SENIORS! SENIOR CLASS MOTTO Esse Quam Viderif' To Be Rather Than To Seem To Be SENIOR CLASS COLORS Delph Blue and Gold. SENIOR CLASS FLOWER Yellow Rose, +3