Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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CLASS PROPHECY--Concluded he rings off hurriedly. The office boy is reading a circus bill upon which are pictures of a man in all sorts of imposs- ible positions,,who is advertised as L. Potter, Acobat, Greatest of the Day. Imagine our dig- nified Leland! There are two tickets on my desk which I have not noticed before. They are from Lewis Stew- art for the lecture which he is to give the follow- ing week on the VVonders of Radiumf, Vtfhat is all that noise out on the street? I look out and see VVilla Dunn perched on a soap box talking on the interests of Votes for Women which New York' has not yet received, while Neil Robinson, Chief of Police, is trying to keep back the mob. There is a gentle tap on the door and Margaret Raser opens it as I call, Come in. ' I came in answer to your card, as I was in New York today,', she said. I am so glad you were elected Speaker of the House, I told her. It's perfectly wonderful, the first woman, too. Thank you. Did you know that Sigrid Froid just received a large fortune from her uncle? She and Hattie Frary are founding a girls, school with it, of which Sadie Finley is to be matron. Oh, yes, and Lucile jackson is in the millinery business in VVashington. All the fashionable people go to 'Madame Lucile' Oh, I have some news too. I said. Ray Brooks got first place in the Marathon races. It will be in tonight's papers. VVhere are you stay- ing while you are here Pi' At Raymond Dye's hotel. It's considered the best now, isn't it ?,' she asks. Yes, and so reasonably priced too. They say Clara Inman has been most successful in Grand Opera. You know she always did want to take up singing as a professionfi Well, I must go now and get fixed up for to- night. I'm going to the theatre to hear Byrd Calvin and Harry Arvidson as pianist and soloist. Do you know of a good hair dresser ?', Yes, Agnes Carlson is considered the bestf' I answer. And Ruby Inman has manicuring par- lors in the same buildingfi Good-bye, I'll see you again before I go. And Margaret is gone. She bumps right into the messenger boy, who has a telegram for me. It is from Clarence Wess- man and only says, just tell them that a bank- er's life is the bestf, I smile, for I still remember him as all business. Louise Tilley, a teacher of German at Vassar, has sent a little German motto which I'm going to put on the front page. I receive also an article from Hazel Parker on -the Life of a High School Teacher. It is to have a prominent place for it shows that she has had experience. A special delivery is now given to me. It is postmarked Syracuse, and is from Glenn Klingen- smith. His VVorld Famous Minstrels are to be in the city tomorrow and he wants me to be sure to go. The door is gently pushed open and Arthur Curtis, wearing a minister's street costume, walks in. The folks back home sent me as a delegate, he began softly, as they were too busy to write. How is everybody, and do you ever see Cath- erine McIntyre ? I ask. She studied Domestic Science for a while and then married the President of the College ? And Pearl McKenzie P 1 question. Oh, she's traveling abroad as a rich old lady's companion. She writes that while she was in Sweden she say Lillian Gustavson, who is gov- erness to the Swedish Royal Childrenf, Is it true that Grace Silvieus ran away with an actor? I continue. i Yes, and Salinda Cook has a grocery store and everything she sells is called by a Latin name. She has been most successful. Earl Cooper took up scientific farming at college you know, and he is now many times a millionaire. T'hat's all the news I know, except that Aurie Davis and Lucile XVhitman are starting an Old Ladies' Hos- pital of which we will be very proud. And now I must hurry away from this wicked New York. Good-bye.', And the Rev. Mr. Curtiss leaves me alone. I close my desk slowly and walk out of the room thoughtfully, pondering over the varied for- tunes of the class of 1914.

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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

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CLASS SONG, 1914 'Twas early in September, Six football men are Seniors, In the year of IQIO- In basket ball are four, XN'e cannot but remember ln baseball there are juniors, Our joyful meeting then. But of Seniors there-are more, XYe've l1ad both joy and sadness XVe shine in track, and in debate, ln dear old A. H. S., A penant do we hold, But trials. we know, will only bless Qf victors here, four out of eight And guide us to success. XVear the colors of Blue and Gold. CHORUS. Nothing ventured, nothing done, Q l ,Q 1 A Ill. 1 1 1 Is the motto of our class, 'O lem 5 to our Lea' of ngl SC 100 r 'Twill be a guide through cloud and sun, May we ever to her be true, . Lf t ' l. tl t cs. And here s to the best corps of teachers 1 6 S na Q len mus pam Comrades true we'll ever be, This old school ever knew, uve-ll gtrive to meet Success A shout for 'the boys in athletics, And Qing in Chorus glad mid free For our orators bold, one more, Axll mmol, to A H S ' NYe will always remember the Black and Gold, ' ' ' XYQ, the class of 1-9-I-4. HARRY ARVIDSQN, ,I4 CLASS POEM Willa Dunn, ,I4. God of our fathers: God, Hear our prayer, we beseech Thee. Here at the entrance of a larger life, God, we pray to Thee, God, we ask of Thee XN'atch Thou our footsteps, lest they halt and fail- Help us to learn the way of truth and right. God, of our fathers, God, Drive from our hearts false pride, and give to us Love for our fellow-creatures, sympathy That maketh all men brothers. Take away Einvious, bitter thoughts. Let us not fail To help the weak, to cheer the strong, to give The meed of honor where that it is due. Youth crowns us now with purpose, strength, and hope, Give to us charity, humility And wholesome cheer that only sees the sun. God of our fathers', God, XYe are but pupils in the school of life- Re Thou our Master, kind and firm and just, Gentle and wise: teach us to look to Thee For help and guidance: give to us Thy help. God of our fathers', God, Before us lies a rough and stormy road, They say-it seems all roses. VVe have come Part of the way, and we are not ashamed Of records past. Give us They blessing God, May this old world sometime be all the better That we have lived. XYe have but paused to look back-and beyond. Turn we our faces forward, and press on Eager for life: God, set our standards high, Help us to strive for them, until we reach- Or fail-but we must reach-our victory!