Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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SENIOR CLASS POEM, concluded XI. We ho| to make a life success. And will alway try to do our beat To make our honored homo school proud. And will sing it praise Iona and loud. XII To It we have tried to to loyal and true. Our school spirit ha pron ged ila to do Thing that help our school be t In every way And we have hold to It from day to day XIII. One thine we aide under class men to do And always cheered fer the Mack and sold Prl«e this above all things that you’re told. Always to true to the black and the gold XIV Pour years have we fousht tor these colors bold And always cheered for the Mack and sold Wo have ever tried to Increase- ihe fame. And to hold above others the High School name MOON TALKS The Moon: Madam, upon my thlci honorlsh. I will never drlnktdi or' not her drop ” Mrs Mcon: Oh. trash! you old fool’ You know that you’ll te full again the very first of next month. Mr. Paulson tin Physiology)—’’Where I the alimentary canal T' Francis McGrath In Northern Indiana. Albert Hllkert All great men are dead. I feel n little sick myself. Mr. Dietrich tin civics) If both the President and Vice President should die. who would get the Job ? Howard ghaylor- The undertaker. Mrs Morton In Knglish Class— What is the Holy Grail T' Walter Hugglrs It was the golden l!e -ce that Jason found. A QUESTION OF RIGHT OR WRONG In Knglish — llarland Corbin— Would It be right to put two anna sbont a person tin basket ball) V Mrs Morion— It’a a good thing you put those last two words on. Ilarlatid. It Is no Wond.-r- That Hath and Ktigene have such good translation In Virgil. The l lKiratory Is a line place to study. Was Home founded by Romeo? Inquired a Freshman of the teacher ? No. my son. It was Juliet who was found dead by Romeo, replied the wise man—Bx Ward Davis (who has been absent) I haven't shown my face in school for three days. Bob McDowell— Why don’t you wash It V G2

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SENIOR CLASS POEM Uv WILL R. DALEY. 09 On Ihe green. picturesque Lake Krle shore. Where Ihe wave roll on with oonMnm roar. Wan once n wilderness dreary and dark. Which nerved lo men hut a a land mark. VI. We’ve had to struggle very hard And often ha our path emod barred: But by perslatance we’ve made our way. And worked right on from day to day. II. On ihe southern shore of this beautiful lake. HI home a pioneer did make. And lived alone In thnt cheerio place.— Alone, but for those of Indian race. VII. To us the course was hard and new And many a time have we fell blue; Class spirit made u struggle on. And after all Ihe work I done HI. Soon others came and made their home In this wild place 'till ll had grown; Then after a hard and weary fight. A dly was built on this present site. VIII. Not alone in studies did we iry. But wo also held the standard high Of the school In our athletic meet . And we itcrforincd most wondrous feats. IV. Now our High School stands near that Inke of lake . And we are proud of the rank It takes Among the school throughout ihe stale. When1 ‘ll now held to be up to date. IX. And now onr lank is n I most done. We've passed the barriers one by one; And at the closing of the year. At last we win wjlh many a cheer. V. Then swiftly on the year did pas I’nttl there game an Illustrious class; We entered then In nineteen-five And valiantly we’ve had to strive. (21) X. We set np our standard the very first day And we have held to It In every way; But now hnvlng won In our school strife. We must set up another to go thru life.

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY By OLIVE PECK. 09 IVK teed. all ye. who would learn the future of the class of DO . an II »» revealed lo me. One nlithl. nboul a week ago. when I was translating my Virgil lesson, my thoughts wondered lo I ho class prophecy, which I was lo write, but which as yet had nol been revealed lo mo. Soon my head began 10 nod. and I crossed the Bridge of Drowsiness Then 1 seemed to see SonmtiH. the Cod of Sleep, descending from above He struck my U-tuples lightly with his branch. d«w-be | ngled with the waters of the River of Forgetfulness. Immediately I was In the I-and of Dreams. Then Iris, the messenger goddess, stood before me saying. Coma, follow me. and learn ihe future of your classmates. enable to reals! the alluring prospect. I followed her We walked thru the long, winding pathways of a gloomy forest, whose very air was permeated with mystery. After we reached what seemed to be the midst of the fores' Iris waved her wand over a huge oak ire , and lo! before my startled gaze, ihe trunk of the tree opened anil out stepped the proi»h.e ISS. She wore a long, black veil over her face, and a dusky, black mantle was thrown around her shoulders, making It Impossible to tell what she did look like, only she seemed very mysterious and aweinspiring I was so startled by the o|M-nlng of the tree that “Comae stet-ernnt. It vox (nurlbiis haeslt (My hair stood on end and my voice •tuck to my throat.) Then the projdtetes commanded me to alt uprn the grass near her. “You would learn ihe future of the Senior class? she asked In a deep voice, which made my “youthful blood run cold.” I was too frightened to speak, at tlrst. but at length, as I gathered courage. I exclaimed In a faltering voice. Oh. prophetcaa. unroll the fates for me .and reveal the destinies of my classmates. Concentrate your mind now on some girl In your class whose future you wish to learn and I will begin. commanded the prophetess In a mere human sounding voice. Then I began to think with all my might “You are thinking of Ruth Hocrngen. the bright and shining star of your Virgil class. she declared Yes.” Then, after penderlag for a moment, she suW. Ten year from now Ruth shall go to Africa a» a missionary Ala !” I shouted, alarmed at such a life for Wee Ruthle. But. continued this mysterious person, she shall not carry out her determination, for on her arrival, she will find that the African youths and maidens know no! the language of li r beloved Virgil, and straightway she will begin to devote her life to teaching this neglected race “ Oh! poor creature , that you should be thus afflicted. said I Then I seemed to hear our old Virgil class cry. “Hew ! How ! In a sad. mournful voice But still we need not fear so much for Ruth (23)