Ada High School - We Yearbook (Ada, OH)

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PURPLE AND GOLD her pleasing personality and happy smile, but she is also an excellent violinist. Luella Sleesman, also a violinist, joined our ranks this year and, like Alice Baughman, is pleasant, friendly and a good student. Clyde Danner, alias “Stonedog” or “Runt,” is good natured and always in for a good time. The class couldn’t very well survive without Stony’s live jokes. Beatrice Loper, quiet and unassuming is a good student and always faithful to her class. Pamelia 'l’wigg having joined us in our Sophomore year, is faithful to all her duties, good natured, and a regular shark in Physics. When we hear a masculine voice simply raving over the quality of a certain Senior girl we may rest assured that it is Fordyce Adam, ‘saying Grace.’ He is a wonderful foot-ball player, being skipper of the Red Eleven. John Law is also a star athlete in both foot-ball and basket-ball. Don Welker is our cartoonist and we certainly appreciate his art work for the class. Closely connected with him we think of Austin Church and Theodore Huber who exhibited such fine electrical talent on the Interclass sign. Marguerite Poling, the vamp, was Captain of the Varsity Girl’s Basket-ball team and a star guard. With Peggy, we generally see Loene Webb who was always known for her cleverness and jolly good nature. She was also a member of the Girl’s Basketball team. Anna Phillips, our elocutionist, held our colors high for three years at Interclass. Although she is the smallest in stature and has red hair she is’undeniably the pride of our class. George Richards, William Bosse, two Boxwell graduates, and Howard Brown, who joined us last year, are three studious lads always working for the betterment of our class. Ted Roons having taken four years in three, becoming a Senior this year is a diligent worker and commendable student. Verona Northrup and Harriet Carter, the inseparables, are quiet, ye.f full of fun and always ready to help the class. Harriet has a beautiful voice and the class was duly proud of Verona’s talent as a reader at Inter-class this year. Gladys Davenport and Moneta Marshall are two Boxwell graduates who entered our class four years ago. They are both splendid students and ready for a good time. Yes! we have our musicians too; Glenn Moore, Ralph Crates and Lawrence Freeman are leading tenors; Glenn and Ralph having sung “The Little Tin Soldier,” so splendidly in chapel; Evelyn Smith is an accomplished violinist and when we think of “Evy” we always think of her violin. Thelma Hull has been known to break several hearts of the sterner sex, with her charming voice. Clyde Moore, alias “Dumb-bell” is our silver-tongued orator and Grace Dickson, our debater, having represented the Seniors in the Inter-scholastic Debate. Grace is also class orator, having second best grades while in High school. Leila Cotner, the flirt, has really been known to have a date every night in the week. No one will forget her curly-hair and her happy smile. Lois Wilcox is a friend to every one, jolly and full of fun. Lewis Shelly is our champion basket-ball player, being skipper of the squad. “Lew” actually made a speech in pep-meeting, once, without stuttering. Harry Battles is almost too broad a subject to even try to discuss but we may say this much, he is the fun of the Senior Class. Clare Davis admitted to the class as a Junior, has been a great asset to the class, showing such splendid ability as Editor of the Annual. Willis Winkler and Gene Branstetter, the Damon and Pythias of the class, hail from McGuffey, the land of the onions. Having absorbed all the knowledge there, they drifted to our class this year to increase their education. Last, but indeed not least, is our valedictorian, Gertrude Law. Always quiet and studious meant good grades to her. Now, as these mammoth iron gates close behind us and we depart, one by one, to make our individual histories in the world, we loiter long enough to thank the faculty for their interest and patience to endure us for four long years, and especially Mrs. Hickernell who has been our kind friend and guide throughout our existence here, and to whom our Annual is dedicated. May we ever consider our lives within the four walls of A. H. S., the foundation of our work in the years to come. Lillian Herr ’23 Thirty

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A PURPLE and GOLD CLASS HISTORY T has been said that “History Repeats Itself,” and, according to this axiom one would think it unnecessary to record our history. But this Class of ’23, being such an illustrious one, we have sufficient reason to believe that its deeds, high ambitions and aspirations shall be written on the pages of the history of the Universe. During the twelve years of unceasing toil, intermingled with joy, there are only eight graduates who have labored, played and ascended together to the topmost beam ol that great tower of knowledge. Four of these, namely, Evelyn Smith, Loene Webb, Austin Church, and Lillian Herr, began their educational career under the guidance of Mrs. Rhea Welsh Stambaugh at the North Building. The other four, Alice Baughman, Marguerite Poling, Haydn Raabe and Lawrence Freeman started at the South Building, taught by Miss Edith Bowers, joining the others in the sixth grade. The year 1919 was a memorable one, not only to us, but to the A. H. S. because of the entrance of such a worthy class. We then numbered forty-three but through gaining and losing a few each year, we now have thirty-eight graduates, nineteen girls and the same number of boys. The one great event of the Freshman year was our first appearance at the Inter-class Contest. We were elated over the talent exhibited by our contestants, Anna Phillips, reading and Ruth Smith, short story, especially when the judges announced us victorious in the short-story. It was during our Sophomore year that, with the aid of Miss Spellman, we put forth all efforts toward a high school paper, first publishing, “The Sophomore Bugle,” which soon became known as “The Purple and Gold.” But, in spite of all the enthusiasm and pep of our class we lacked the spirit and cooperation of the rest of the high school and the paper was issued but one short year. Ruth Smith was chosen as our President, but, on account of her departure for California it was necessary to reelect our chief officer and she was succeeded by Glenn Moore. As Juniors, we were always known as the peppiest, also the noisiest class in high school: having several times required the strong rule of both Mr. Hindall and Mr. Balmer to restore peace and order in room No. 10. Thelma Hull’s short-story won the favor of the judges at Inter-class and our girls basket-ball team gained the championship in the Inter-class games. The Junior-Senior Reception was a decided success although the Juniors were almost too tired to enjoy it, after working until the last minute planning and decorating to royally entertain the honorable Seniors. This, our last year in A. H. S. has been perhaps our busiest, yet cur happiest, for we have at last gained that goal for which we have been striving four long years and it is with deep regret that we say farewell to dear old A. H. S. and turn to face that vast expanse just ahead, the Future. As we, in thought, relive the past four years we are filled with unlimited joy and happy memories, and are reminded that seven of our classmates have left us to join the matrimonial ranks. We have this year greatly aided athletics by furnishing seven foct-ball letter-men and three basket-ball lettermen, including both captains. We again won the girl’s basketball championship and also the boy’s championship. The annual Foot-ball Banquet given by the Senior girls was voted a success by all those present. Never will we forget the Senior class play, “The Country Cousin,” and especially will the participants remember, with a smile, those seemingly tiresome yet enjoyable practices. We have chosen the modest violet to represent us in the flower world and the royal purple and white as our class colors. As our motto, “The World is our Field.” we aspire to live up to this our highest hope and ambition, making the class of ’23 gleam above all others in the educational heavens. In presenting a brief resume of the class we would first consider our class president, Haydn Raabe, a worthy leader, star athlete and a true Senior, as long as the Junior girls are absent from school. Having left us in 1918, Hope Charles spent five years in China, returning this year to graduate with the class of ’23. We are not only glad of her return because of Twenty-nine

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— PURPLE and GOLD ft SENIOR CLASS POEM How happy on a fall day bright. We came to school to learn aright. That was a grand and glorious hour To ascend the steps to the knowledge tower. Bach member with a smiling face Hooked to the teachers for helping grace. Indeed we were a jolly bunch At noon when we had finished lunch We’d scurry back at high pitched rate, As Freshies, we were never late. We chose for our colors the pure, yet bright The radiant banner of purple and white. The modest violet’s purple hue; Show how our thoughts and patience grew. Our motto covers a vast wide space The World is Our Field, the human race. We hoped that during four years of school That we would become a useful tool. In revealing some of the unknown things, And brighten the world in many things. That one glad year soon passed away The Sophies were not half so gay. We labored hard without a doubt, And you remember, we won out. As Juniors, we were the snappy class And often the teachers would have to ask The overseer of all the school To come and promptly enforce the rule. Time flew, and these three years sped by; Our days were numbered in Ada Hi. Quiet and calm, without a fear, Wc faced the duties of the Senior year. We mastered all; with steadfast will At last we’ve reached the topmost hill. Now as we stand on this summit bright Hook to the left, look to the right. We see the high hills with paths untrod And up the top is a Golden rod. Engraved on the rod is the word Success. We all shall reach it, we can do no less. Tonight we leave old Ada Hi With aching heart, and say good bye. Farewell to thee and those happy hours Spent in thy walls, our learning towers. But as we part from thee tonight. We’ll never forget these lessons of right That our wise instructors gladly gave In order that we our paths might pave. We have to take up a bigger work; For we hear the call and will not shirk. Pninelia Twlgg. ’23 Thirty-one