Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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THE DART CONTENTS LITERARY PAGE Dorothy Knelmen—A Story ----- 3 Mary Ellen Stevens, ’93 A Rondel - -- -- -- - 7 Amos S. Pfaff, Ex., 1900 Description of a Part of the Gulf 8 Anna Burns, ’99 DEPARTMENTAL Editorial...................... 9 Athletics -------- 13 Society..............- 15 Alumni -------- jg Sophomore Notes ------ 17 Junior Notes ------- 18 Comics - -.................- 19 Exchanges -------- 25

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Try Davis Bradley FOR YOUR NEXT PAIR OF SHOES 171 Main Street Special jfcarclware BRASS Plated and Cash Brass in various Patterns, Hinges, Knobs, Hasps, Locks, Bolts, Cor- ners, Pulls, Escutcheous, etc. tE do electrical work and have VV all kinds of supplies and electrical fixtures. Mitchell Hdw. Co Comfort Shoes Men »nd Ladies w C. W. Herrick Co. New Styles - - in - - WALK-OVERS - - at - - Gaskel l’s 189 Main St. Regal Shoes for Young Men and Young Women Varsity Styles and College Effects Al- ways Something New Scoville Roller’s Boot Shop 188 Main St.

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 MARY ELLEN STEVENS, 1893 was a beautiful Sabbath morning in September more than one hundred years ago. The sun was just peeping over the russet colored hills, the grass sparkling with tiny drops of dew and all nature seemed awakening from sweet re- freshing sleep. The trees with their golden and red tinted leaves formed an almost con- tinuous archway over the principal street of the little German village, Seehausen. Hardly a sound was to be heard save the twittering of the birds and the murmuring of the sea, as in ripples it broke upon the sands. Suddenly, the tones of a bell were heard summoning the peasants to the little, old church in which many of them had been baptized and married and under the shadow of whose friendly walls they expected to be buried. The streets were no longer silent, for as the gaily dressed peasants stepped from their humble thatched cottages, their wooden shoes clattered noisily upon the cobble stones. In little groups they wended their way. Here was a whole family, father, mother and seven flaxen haired children. In advance were an old couple entirely wrapped up in themselves. Perhaps they realized that before long death would part them. Entirely unconscious of what was going on about them, a sturdy German youth walked with a sweet faced maid. They, too, were wrapped up in each other, not because they expected to be parted but because they were anticipating pleasant and prosperous years together. The little church was nearly filled when the orphans of the found- ling hospital entered. Each man’s face as he looked upon the maidens seemed to say: “What a good man am I! without my aid these girls would be homeless.” The women’s faces expressed pity for the father- less and motherless ones. The little group of maidens, there were but twelve, seemed to be under the guidance of the eldest and fairest one. The whole village seemed proud of this girl, Dorothy Knelman, not only for her beauty, but 3