Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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3v 'r r t-0 f-fa sftr - tS v'r. John Stewart President of Class, ’14, '15. • • § “A” mail of two football teams, two ' basketball teams and track teams. Senior Play. Honor Student. Editor “Dart”, also Associate Editor. All County Tackle in 1915. Martha Stone W st. r i y Senior Play. Honor Student. Class Poet, 1916. o m a Sr r Art Editor of “Dart . S ntm+na Secretary Athletic Association. Clytean Club. Hazel Swedenborg ? s ■ s rTtif+en (1 iris’ (lire Club. x s a f t Athletic Association. Senior Play. O Tftf C If re l-axo M'S AiCA Fay Sweet W r Individual Champion. [2] (31. Athletic Association [2] (3( (4) Basket ball Captain (4] v x ea Football Captain (4) President Glee Club. Senior Play. r 4 Gertrude Wessman A Girls’ Glee Club. Clytean Club. Senior Play Margaret Westfall Clytean Club. Athletic Association, '15. Literary Society, four years. Junior-Senior Debate '10. Harry Williams Junior-Senior Decoration Com. '15. Athlet ic Associat ion. Glee ('lub, two years. Senior Play. Boys’ Industrial Club. Louis Williams Boys’ Industrial Club. Senior Play. Girls' Glee Cl..b. •' Junior Reporter. u. o tf e Senior Play. nx , ej3.Cxetxi.es V' ncertr Athletic Association. - jo-- Do 7‘ ''tr T C tr yre J Zf Q - ?2 3

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Clifton Sanborn ( « £ - “ President of Senior Class. Honor Roll. Debates, 1914-1915-1916. Senior Play. Business Manager “Dart”, ’15-’10. Ernest Scovil Literary Society. Athlcti Association. Senior Play. Boys’ Industrial Club. Glee Club. Clara Seaman Clytean Club. Associate Editor of “Dart”. Senior Play. Athletic Association. Honor Roll. Salutatory. Ida Sevenen Graduate 3 £ years with extra point Honor Pupil. Alumni Editor of “Dart”. Arthur Shoults Literary Programs. Base Ball, '15 and '16. Glee Club. Lina Smith Vice President Literary. v' s t Secretary-Treasury Literary. U. Athletic Association. , t nt Senior Play. Clytean ( lub. e. !CH Theresa Smith Literary Critic, 1916. ua s t 's 't i ,A rl r(. Senior Girls’ Glee Glub. .. Joke Editor of “Dart”. U' 9 ' w Senior Play. ’lass Prophet. David Soules Senior Play. Bovs’ Industrial Club. Gladys Squires Glee Club. f£4« r(S Athletic Association. Junior-Senior Committee. Marjorie Stapleton Class Historian. 'Tse 1 i A triirc Senior Play. .. Exchange Editor of “Dart”. Clytean Club. At hlct ic Associat ion.

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12 THE DART Ml1—= Eh ftatiftaran Hirtim w--- —ii o FIRST PRIZE STORY BY JANE DICKINSON «y ' n vHE night was warm and a glori-J Nf ous moon rose above the tree fk °PS °PPos‘le Mr. Henry Har-rington’s front porch. 1 he screen door slammed, but a second before this decidedly prosaic sound broke the stillness. Master Henry Harrington Jr. issued forth on a quest of amusement. He dropped down in the hammock assuming an air of boredom. He fell to soliloquizing,— “Gosh, but Ferdinand De Dupit makes me sick to my stummick! I spose he’ll come souping aroun about 8:30 to see Miss Annabelle an’ I s’pose she’ll make me get off’n this porch —my porch—the porch which has been owned and occupied by Henry Harringtons for years, an’ then I’ll bet two bits they talk about the moon an’ Ferdie’ll say he used to go to the op’ra every evenin’ when he was winterin’ in town , an’ then Ann ’ll say she ‘just adores’ grand op’ra. an’ I know she’s never even seen one of um. I suppose dear little Henry’ll have to go to bed so he won’t disturb Annabelle and her beau—Gee, they make me want to leave home! At this juncture Annabelle Harrington flitted out upon the porch. She rearranged the fleur de lis on the table and smoothed the pillows. She wore a gown of filmy white, and her hair was simply done—low in her neck. As Henry’s eyes lighted upon her, his lip curled. Guardian Angel stunt, tonight, huh? I guess mebbe you think the once over won’t be enuf fur him. Say, honest, do yuh think he’ll fall for yuh in that rig? You make me sick enuf to go to bed! That’s a sweet child, run along to bed. You must be tired after playing so roughly all day. The high shrill voice of Miss Annabelle carried far down the street and the heart of the approaching Ferdinand missed a beat, but the next instant it caught up for he remembered previous encounters with the sweet child and blessed him under his breath. He had never quite forgiven Henry for leaving a piece of angle-food cake spread thickly with currant jelly and brown sugar in the hammock—but how could Henry tell that on that particular evening Ferdie would wear white flannels ar.d choose to sit in the hammock? Well, mebbe I will—aw say, don’t you think a fella likes to be left alone a minute without being kissed by girls? protested Henry Junior as Annabelle sought to express her appreciation and affection. Henry disappeared in the darkened hall just as Ferdie ran lightly up the steps. The accustomed greetings followed and for half an hour they discussed the moon an’ grand op’ra . At length the conversation become more personal and f erdinand turned passionately to Annabelle. You are like a flower tonight—stately and fair, murmured the man. it was at this point that the silent member began to be interested. I think there is nothing more beautiful than white flowers,” continued Ferdie. “Oh, Ferdie, whispered the girl in an awe struck tone. I think that’s wonderful. I think people are like flowers, don’t you? Now, for instance, you remind me of a purple-fleur de lis —(Inspired by the sight of the blossoms on the table). And, you remind me of a white flower— a lily—with a halo about it— and at this point the third party groaned under his breath— Wouldn’t that make yuh sick? he questioned his silent partner. Ferdie resumed— Tall, stately —a hideous cry broke the stillness of the night! It seemed