West Fairmont High School - Maple Leaves Yearbook (Fairmont, WV)

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1-HI f .,... ' household, invited there because of her unusually honest characterization of the head of the house. Mr. Ryder wishes his son to marry Katherine Roberts, a marriage that would greatly help him in maintaining his political position. Jefferson Ryder absolutely refuses and tells his father he loves Shirley Ross- more. This, of course, is impossible for Mr. Ryder, and he agrees to anything to prevent Jefferson from marrying Miss Rossmore. He himself conceives the idea of his marrying Miss Sarah Greens, an intellectual girl. This, of course. suits Jefferson and Shirley--Sarah Green. Miss Greene reveals her identity to Mr. Ryder and finally persuades him to go to Washington with the neces- sary evidence to clear her father. Courtesy Campaign second annual courtesy campaign vvas conducted the week of April 4 to 8, 1927, under the supervision of Miss Viola Wolfe, Junior English Instructor, with the assistance of Miss Virginia X Browning, Home Economics Instructor, Miss Ruth Fortney, Sales- Lf 'A ' manship and Business English Teacher, and Miss Jean Billingslea, Senior English Teacher. The purpose of the campaign was to improve the manners of the students of Fairmont High School so that it would become the most courteous school in the state. Several courtesy talks were given in class rooms, assemblies, group periods, and at the various clubs of the city. Several hundred posters were made, and these were placed in classrooms, halls, grade schools, shop Windows, and street cars. The students wrote articles for Courtesy and Service, the M. W. P. P. S. Co. publication, and half a Hi-Life issue was given over to the campaign. Courtesy tags Were made and placed on the automobiles of the city. Courtesy slogans and quotations were Written on the blackboards in the classrooms, and a courtesy play The Adjustment Was given in the auditorium. The courtesy campaign ended a big success and benefited Fairmont High School to such an extent that the students considered it a most profitable investment. Page 122

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