Ada High School - We Yearbook (Ada, OH)

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY— Continued debaters were Joe Brecheisen and Robert Wilson, and Dorothy Moorman read for us. 1 suppose that the teachers thought it wise to take no chances, for at the very start of our Senior year they separated us—all from A to L in Room 11 ; M to Z, Room 7. But that didn’t keep us from co-operating or participating in most of the school affairs. Here we shall mention something which it would never do to omit, and that is those of our class who distinguished themselves in athletics. Among those were Joe Brecheisen, who has just about as many letters as they give, Walter Ferrall (Old Faithful), Walter Stemple, Ray and Ralph McCleary, Robert Jameson. Elinore Campbell, Beatrice Lantz, Marjorie Detrick and Alice Allen. The Affirmative team for debating was composed entirely of Seniors even to the alternate, with Florence Barnes, Clarence Gray, Robert Wilson and Aldisa Freeman, and the Negative team could boast of two—1.eland States and Walter Ferrall. So I think as far as laurels are concerned, if cups had been given and the Athletic Association were going to discard the trophy case now in the office, we could fill it with cups all by ourselves. At present, we’re working on the Senior play, “Aaron Boggs, Freshman.” We shall not be without regret when we leave the familiar red brick building which has sheltered us for o long, and in which we have been prepared to a great extent for our future duties in life, yet, we. like other classes before us, whether we have grasped the opportunities placed before us or let them slip by, are not without gratitude to the teachers and friends who have helped us on our way. —Lucie Hayden, Historian

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JOSEPH McCOPPIN Hillsboro High School '24; entered Ada Hi ’24. “A new but valuable addition to our class.” ROSAMOND IREY Due to illness Rosamond Irey was unable to graduate with her classmates in 1925. Although we miss her, yet she will prove a valuable addition to the Senior Class of ’26. ELEANOR WYCOFF Ada Grammar School ’20. ‘‘The moon becometh perfect once a month. But the loveliness of thy face is perfect every day.” cPictures of these persons were received too late to he sent in. SENIOR CLASS HISTORY When H. G. Wells wrote his famous book entitled “The Outline of History,” he made several slight mistakes which he quickly and easily remedied in correcting the original manuscript. But in addition, he made one very serious error, and that was the omission entirely of the many and interesting events in the life of Ada High's Class of 1925. Whether it was done intentionally or by oversight on the part of the publishers, we don’t know. However there's one thing we re quite sure of and that is that had he given deep thought previously to the financial side of his literary efforts, he might easily have seen where, by devoting at least a page to such an incidental topic, he could have added at least 50 interested readers to the customer lists of our home town bookstores. We, as members of the class, feel that we can’t allow such incidents to go by unnoticed, even if only 50 persons may be interested in them. Besides, here was a good chance to profit by another's mistake—something which we have been taught to practice since we entered the first grade of school. Seventy-five was the number of students who entered the Freshman Class in the fall season of 1921. Part of them were from the neighboring rural schools; one—Paul Thompson— from Columbus, but the majority were graduates of the Ada Grammar School. Our school life was possessed of the usual hardships and humdrum of all Freshmen, always into the wrong classroom one day and out the next. So Miss Cady, our chosen sponsor decided to give us a thrill and something worth talking about by becoming the wife of the coach and changing her name to Mrs. Harold Courtright at Christmas time. A rather expensive gift for Corty, I tear! However, we did distinguish ourselves by winning the reading o.i our annual interciass program tnrough our contestant, Dorothy Moorman. By the time we had reached the Sophomore stage, we had lost a little of the green gold glitter which had previous.y surrounded us, along with some of our number. I oo, we didn't hold our upper classmen quite so much in awe as before, and we had learned how easy it was to be able to get a low deportment mark. But since it's quality, not quantity, which counts, underneath the receding surface was a foundation and stamina which enabled us to win our second interclass Contest by our hort story writer, Trola McCurdy, and by our debaters, Leland States and Joe Brecheisen. There’s always a period in the life of a person, when to all appearances he is big enough and old enough to assume responsibilities and, at least to a certain extent, entertain some dignity. So the Faculty had every reason to expect that we as the Junior Class would have subsided enough to be condensed in one home room, and that was how they arranged us at the beginning of the school year. But the one thing that marred our reputation was the division of our class, and its distribution between two rooms, in order to enable them to handle us better and with less confusion. YVe hate to have this said about us, but think it only fair to our friends that they should know our faults as well as qualities. At the beginning of the winter, the usual selection of class rings and pins took place to the satisfaction of all concerned, we hope. Perhaps the most interesting event as far as entertainment is concerned was the Junior Class play, Anne W’hat's-Her-Name, successfully presented in April by a competent cast. This was the first time any of the classes other than the Senior had ever attempted anything in the line of dramatics, and we feel quite proud of our achievement. As a financial result of this, the reception which we gave the Seniors in the Spring was voted not only as a receptional success, but as a palatable one, too. Interciass again brought us victory by a reading, story and debate. The contestant for the story was the same as for the previous year, Trola McCurdy; our

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY I called once more and my voice trembled. Slowly I realized that I was lost—lost in one of the various passages of the Echoing Cave. The other members of my party had no doubt missed me by this time, and had begun to search for me, but would they ever find me in this secluded corridor? It was doubtful, since it was only a branch off one of the main passageways, and as a last resort, deciding to think the matter over carefully, in order to plan the best method of procedure, I sat down and soon lost myself in thought How foolish I had been to leave the party and wander off by myself just for the sake of adventure. I tried to console myself by the fact that they, too, had been to blame for letting me do such a thing. Tired and half sick with fear I fell asleep and must have slumbered for some time. I was awakened abruptly by something tugging at my shoe. Mv first thoughts were of some animal that was near me and I became very frightened. I remembered reading at some rime or other, that when in close contact with a wild animal one should never show his fear but look right into its eyes. I determined to do so at any price. 1 took a deep breath and looked down at my feet. Then came the surprise of my life; for it was neither animal nor reptile which had awakened me from my sleep, but a dwarf—so very small that 1 could scarcely believe my own eves. As he spoke I noticed that his small stature did not indicate that he was young, for he was cpiite old. Summoning my courage I asked him who he was and why he had aroused me from my slumber. Whereupon, he looked up at me and replied, “Never mind my name, but please move from in front of my home, as 1 am in a very great hurry. More amazement shown on my part. “Your home, I exclaimed, for 1 was leaning against a huge boulder. “Yes, yes, the little man answered impatiently. ‘‘Get up and I'll show you.” I arose and the dwarf rapped three times upon the stone. Imagine my feelings when another small voice—seemingly inside the rock, answered saying, “Oh! do hurry. You are awfully late and we’ve almost spoiled one of the best ones. Who or what could possibly be behind the stone and what they meant by such a statement was far beyond my keenest imagination. Then looking once more at the stone, I seeing that it was slowly moving to one side and revealing, little by littie, an opening into some unknown space I came to a sudden decision. I had come for adventure, and here it was before me. The second dwarf, being in such a seemingly great hurry, had neglected to close the entrance, and 1 quietly slipped in and secreted myseir behind another stone in the cave (for so it proved to be). After some moments I gathered courage to look around and was surprised to see the first dwarf looking right at me. I cannot say that the »tc;ing which came over me was one of fear, for it would have been foolish to have been in .ear of such a very small person. “Well, well, so you came in too, did you? Wed now that you’re here I don’t mind telling you that you’re the first mortal that has ever entered the “Cavern of Careers, Since you are here, however, you may as well stay until you have seen our people at work. I was growing more and more curious. Whatever could this little man have meant by the Cavern of Careers? I was not to be kept in the dark long though, as it were. “Come along with me, said the dwarf friend, and he led me into a long and narrow passage. We walked for quite a distance in silence, and at length came to a small door at the end of the passageway. Taking a small key from a string around his neck, the little old man opened the door and we entered another room. I was prepared for most anything so wasn’t surprised to see many little people swarming around like so many bees. “Perhaps you are wondering just what our work is and what all these people are doing, so I'll explain before we go further. You see we are a very busy people. We make the careers of every person on earth, and 1 assure you it’s no easy job. Come now and I’ll show you our work from start to finish. We walked over to the man nearest us and I noticed that he was weaving a sort of web of the sheerest material the most fickle could ever desire. “A beautiful career as it appears at first glance; but look at it more closely, commented my host. 1 did so and was surprised to see on its surface many blots and disfigurations. So many seem enviable upon first glance, but are really to be avoided when understood. Just then a bright idea came to me and I asked the old gentleman if he could show me the careers of some of my friends. “Well, he said hesitatingly, “well, yes, 1 will upon one condition. You must not ask to