Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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THE DART take it back three times to get the skirt hung over and the seams re-sewed where they were coming apart. Don’t tell Nellie 1 said so, tho. “(). did you get a letter from Frances Reed. Yes, to be sure she is now Lady Something or Other. What is she doing? What? Founding a home for homeless kittens? Well, that’s as had as what Mac Stevenson has done. Yes, he gave five million toward a hotel where all Weary Willies might stop, free of charge. “There goes Loretta. That’s the third new hat she has had this summer. She must he terribly extravagent with her husband’s money. C), here is your evening paper. I’ll just see if there is any news. Why Ethel Blanchard has eloped! And with that young farmer who sells butter and eggs at our house, you know. Who would have thought it of Ethel? And here is also something interesting. Just listen. ‘Robert McDowell, Hypnotist. Here all next week. Free lectures every day on the theophatic value of hypnotism.’ Just think, Rob i really a hypnotist. I Ic must have had an inspiration after he took part in ‘Bluff.’ don’t you think so? I suppose I really must go. I've had a lovely time. So sorry I couldn’t stay longer. Mercy, it’s nearly six o’clock. I tliot I had only stayed about fifteen minutes. I must hurry right away. Come and sec me soon. O, by the way, have you heard the news? Ethel Harmon is going to make a cross-country trip on horse hack. Yes, all alone, and then give lectures on her trip afterward. Here comes Oliver Kittenger. He's been to Africa as a missionary. I'll hurry along and walk toward home with him. 1 Ie is going over to the minister’s for supper, I suppose. Well, Good bye.” o o 0 Class Poem NEI.I.IE ROBISON U My classmates, as the time has come For us to leave dear A. II. S. Let each one hope that all may have A future bringing happiness. Four happy years we all have worked While weaving in our threads of life And forming from grave Clotho’s gift A story of success and strife. And oft we’ve faltered o'er the plan Our wished-for progress seemed so slow Yet of that web. naught can we change As on life’s pilgrimage we go. The fabric we have woven shows So many friendships stanch and true Oh, let us not them c’re forget As soon we part and form the new. 25

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LOWFL DRAKE DEBATING TEAM HOMER DRAKF LYMAN BOYNTON DONALD PANCOAST

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