Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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SADIE SAVAGE She doeth little kindnesses, Which most leave undone or despise. MARGARET RASER. To make a perfect Woman, she Would be unparalleled. NEIL ROBINSON He is as cheerful as a spring morning. JAMES SAVAGE His own opinion was his lawf' LELAND POTTER u . . A heart nspotted is not easily dauntedf' CLASS TELL A Rip-a-Zip! A Rip-a Best Class ever seen A. H. S. FOURTEEN. Zeen !

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GRACE SILVIEUS Her air, her manner, all who saw, admiredf' HAROLD XYALRUTH The silent man gets a hearing bye and byef, Q ELLA'lEANXE SMlTH She likes to dance and talk to men, And show her cliinplcs, now anal then. CLARENCE XX' ESSMAX The heart of honor, the tongue of truth. L E XV IS ST E XV A RT For he was great of heart and tall of stature LUCILE XYHITMAN A contented spirit is the sweetness of existence LOUISE TILLEY XYith gentle yet prevailing force. Intent upon her destined course, She shines our guilcling star. HARRIETTE XVTLKES Better late than never. ESTHER XYALLIX .-Xltruism, is her mottof' DAVlD ZEILE He was full of joke and jest.

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CLASS PROPHECY When the class of 1914 was graduated, it was decided that at the end of every five years a pa- per should be published as a means of keeping the members of the class in closer touch with one an- other. The articles for this paper were to becon- tributed by as many of their number as possible. The first issue had been much like our former High School paper, for many of the class were still in college. But now, in 1924, it is time for the second, and I have been very busy here in my New York office finding out the whereabouts of the different members, for I had been chosen the editor of this periodical. My editorial experiences have been interesting and might be related as follows: It is Monday and I am eagerly awaiting the advent of the postman for I have sent out cards to nearly every one in the class and expect some answers today. Presently the telephone rings. Hello, is this you, Madame Editor? a voice calls from a great distance. Fine! How are you, Park ?i' for I'd know his voice in Asia. Great. Got your card. Sorry we can't send anything for the paper but I'm pretty busy with the crops and Sadie is making butter to sell in town. just say from me that you can't be happy and single! Good-bye and good luck. So Park is very happy. The mail is on my desk, also the morning pa- pers. The first letter is a very imposing one with Mayor of Ashtabula, George Hubbard, printed in the corner of the envelope. It gives a short account of the state of politics there, and how the next election is coming out. The door bell rings and Esther Wallin, who is an expert typist in the adjacent office enters and says there is a man in their office asking for me. She says she couldn't send him in to me because he felt sure that he was in my office then, and that they were just trying to get rid of him. I go out with Esther and there is -lim Savage in a heated argument with Ralph Newton whom he has not yet recognized. There is confusion for a short time, then I lead Jim out of the office as one of Ralph's clients comes in, for he is a noted New York lawyer. Jim is the Representative from the Nineteenth District of Ohio and is very dignified. lrVhen I am again alone, I glance at the head- lines on the morning paper and there is a hand- some cut, covering the whole front page, of Mil- dred Pickard, who has just been married to a wealthy Count. ' As I am thinking that I have enough material now to fill a book, the door suddenly opens and a tall, handsome man begins to explain the perfec- tions of a certain Beauty Preserverf' without even glancing at me. When he stops for breath, I ask him if he doesn't recognize me, for it's Paul Metcalf. We have a nice chat until I am again interrupted by the telephone. This time it is Ethel Latimer, who is a settle- ment worker. She says she has an invalid child with her and she wants the address of a skilled surgeon. I tell her of Ralph Osbourne and she promises to call on him at once. Well, now I can at last finish my mail. A neat package attracts my attention. Upon opening it, I discover a beautifully bound book, Far from the Madding Women, by Harold Walrath. I next pick up a small scented envelope, in which there is nothing but a newspaper article on the work of Helen Lewis, who has long since be- come famous on the stage. George Anderson rushes in upon me. Say have you heard the news ? And he always knows the latest for he is Editor of the New York World. Reginald Kain has won the 310,000 prize for his picture 'Diana' for which Julia Dickinson was the model. Isn't that fine? I exclaim. Do you know' any more news ? No, but I have two books here, one of poems by Ruth Dickinson and one on travels by Frances Amsden. They are fine. I'll leave them for youf' And with this he is gone. I take up the paper again. The President's cab- inet is announced and there scheduled as Secre- tary of the Navy, is the name of David Zeile. Down farther, I see the advertisement of a mat- rimonial bureau operated by Miss Harriet Wilkes. I already have a little article on Grace Adams as a successful missionary and one on Hazel Jef- fers as a Red Cross nurse, which will be all right. Guess, I'll get all this material together and see if I have enough. The telephone is ringing per- sistently.. Hello, is that you, Ellajeanne ? Doc- tor Gordon Lang calls. Do you know where I can reach Hazel Lindsley? I have a bad case here which I think she can handle finely, as it is in her line of nursing. I give him her address, and