Ada High School - We Yearbook (Ada, OH)

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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

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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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