Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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COLORS Gold and White THE SOPHOMORES YELL Boom! gel a ral trap bigger than a cat trap Room! get a cat trap bigger than a rat trap Cannibal, canibal Sis boom ah! Sophomores! Sophomores! Rah! Rah! Rah! OFFICERS President, Vice-President, Secretary and Treasurer. . lll.LAKl IIlCKERXALL ...........Jesse Kurtz .......Bessie Warren (28)

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JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY CAMII.LK KORN FELD. ’lO. Ills wonderful clu»« first gladdened 'he high school with their iirowtice on Scp ember 10. I90C Were « • green Oh. ym, green ut first, but thto did not matter. lor do not nil green thing xrow most astonishingly ? Thin certainly did. and from the beginning to the end of our Sophomore year, we had accompllshed much In the wny of learning The rurtnln now rl»en oti the next to the last act It la with astonishment that the people survey the member of our clans, for they have changed wonderfully from the timid. Innocent 'Frechle of three year ago Notice how handsome we have grown, how rich In wisdom. and how strong In gray matter. Are we no , fully entitled to the honored name Junior T' Thl class seemed destined by fate to succeed In everything they undertook. A student they are exceptionally brilliant. Why. on3 of the best numbers ol the Dari, our High school paper, was edited by the Junior das ! This contained many bright stories and clever thing , such as only Junior could write In social affairs, with the help of our worthy President. Paul Sat age. we have had far greater successes than any other rlasa. But l» Is in Athletics that the Junior really shine. In thl data arc the greatest athletes In the school, those who have won the most laurels. What other class can boast of athletic stars like Harry Phelps. Nell Roger and Elroy Sherman We are sure that the Junior , the class of '10. will always bo remembered as brilliant scholar , delightful companion , and most loyal students of A II 8 To quote from the Tenth Ode of Terlulllan. “Our clans have ths true ! lovers, bravest cutters and lye t bluffers, and a for brains our mug runneth over. (27)

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SOPHOMORE CLASS POEM tty MURIEL BRASH. 11 l.tsten. my reader . and you shall hear — Not of I he ride of I aul Revere. Hut of the rliM of nineteen eleven. Tho class which entered In nineteen seven. Two years ago. one bright autumn day. We rattle from the school-houses not far away. With our new school-books, ready to do The coming year's work a» best we knew. The teachers found that so did not shirk. And srte pleased to hell ua with all our work. The first half-year went very fast. And the second half was soon In the past; For we did pas nearly all the exams After many long and weary crams. At last, when our vacation's o’er. You f.nd us attain at the school-house door. Happy and ready ?» we are to score In spite of the trial of the Sophomore. On Hallowe'en a dance we gave. And there we did not act quite grave; At Christmas time, we were very bright. And chose our class colors—gold and white. Then after mid-year we made a hit. By Issuing paper all sense and wit. And now when final exam are done. We hope to pass, with the cry. “We've woo. (»