Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

Page 21 text:

THE DART 19 THE A. H. S. DEBATING TEAMS to right — Harold Robishaw, Clifton Sanborn. Jane Dickinson, John Green, Ruth Harrington Prof. Weisoll (coach). Howard Nazor, Flora Munson, George Shiva. DEBATES I he Junior-Senior debate on February 7. 1916, opened the debating season in A. H. S. I he question debated at this time was, Resolved, that the United States should establish a stringent educational test lor immigrants. I he Junior team, composed of Ruth Harrington, I larold Robishaw, and Laura Metcalf, alternate, upheld the negative side of the question, while the affirmative side w’as argued by the Senior team, composed of Jane Dickinson, Clifton Sanborn, ar.d Howard Nazor, alternate. Both sides presented arguments that were convincing ar.d at one moment it seemed that the Juniors were winners while in the next the Seniors were favorites. The decision was 2 to I in favor of the affirmative. The manner in which both sides were argued and the strength of the arguments presented by both sides gave all who heard the debate much confidence in the members of both teams. I laving given the public an exhibition of inter-class debating, both teams began preparation for the big inter-scholastic triangular debate under the direction of Mr. Weisell. 1 hree new members were added to the teams, namely, John Green, negative speaker. Flora Munson, negative alternate, and George Shiya. affirmative alternate. Howard Nazor, former, alternate. w as advanced to affirmative speaker. Both teams were put through routine work in preparation for the debates on May 5. At this time the negative team, speaking in the following order. John Green, Ruth Harrington. Harold Robishaw-, and Flora Munson, alternate, met and defeated by a unanimous decision, the affirmative team at Warren. The Warren Hi was represented by Messrs. Anderson. Pritchard, Noble, speakers, and I lurl-but. alternate.

Page 20 text:

18 THE I) A R T IC ii i£=S iimtfirr Ulatlu'nmlirs THIRD PRIZE STORY =bm 3Bii--------Bm BY MARTHA H. STONE IQIInil (liven:—Dick, a boy with bright red hair and a six loot smile. An automobile. Jane, a girl with laughing eyes and a dimpled chin. A summer night. To Prore:—Two plus two equals One. It is May, soft, gentle, green tipped May. and wonderfully dark o night. On one of the warmest and darkest of these nights, enters Dick Prentice, our hero. As he enters on our vision, he exits from his garage. Not on foot—far be it from such—but in his nice, new, big racer, which is painted white, this being ever the color for purity—and for expensive sporty machines. Swiftly, silently the car glides down the city street and out into the country. Now the engine throbs and purrs, and miles and miles of country road pass by, more throbbing, more purring, a few blub, blubs, and—-halt. No! nothing the matter—that is, nothing that Dick can discover. Plenty of gasoline, plenty of water, spark all right—must be something wrong with the engine, but a search of the car reveals an absence of flash-lights, matches, or other means of lighting which are absolutely essential to a thoro post mortem examination. Curtain falls on Act One. At the rise of the curtain on Act I wo the interior of a farm-house is discovered. A girl is sitting by the table, reading. An old man is asleep in the corner. Thru the window black night is seen. A step without, a shadow passing the window, a knock at the door. Jane—• yes, this is she, our heroine—starts, affrighted. Finally she approaches the door, screws her courage to the sticking point and opens the door, prepared to defy the villan. But no! This time it is not the villian. Isn’t a sleeping father enough? Why add the villan? In the doorway stands the hero. Dick. He is not particularly heroic at present, and yet he is not badly mussed, nor warm, nor tired. 1 he Sherlock Holmes of our audience immediately concludes that the machine which we left in Act One is not far distant from the scene of Act Two. Qyite true, Sherlock, quite true. Dick bows, removes his cap-—thereby lighting the whole room with the glimmer of his gilded dome.—and mi!es his six foot smile. Jar.e returns the courtesy, O’ foolish damsel!— showing the dimple in her dimpled chin. I hty hold low-toned conversation wherein Jane learns that the youth’s name is Dick Prentice, and the audience learns that the maiden’s name is Jane Hart. More conversation, then exit hero carrying a lantern and heroine bearing her head aloft, bather still sleeps in the corner. I he curtain falls on Act 1 wo. Act 1 hree. Scene—Drive at side of Janes’ home. l ime—Three hours later. A big white racer has just come to a stop. Appearances indicate that the car contains two persons in close proximity, bather, alias the villan, comes from the house in a bathrobe and a huge rage. Customary “How dare you. sir?’’ My daughter, O my daughter, and as usual, Dick, the hero, decides that he had better hie him hence. Jane, torn between duty and desire, cries Go, depart! and then, fearful lest she should see him never more, O have a Heart! Dick, seeing the lady in his machine, to say nothing of in despair, answer. My lady, I obey! and e’er the words are spoken hero and heroine vanish, invisible for dust. Father realizes that sixty horse power is greater than one man power, and as he gives consent, the curtain falls on the last act. Who said mathematics and the drama were in no wise related? We have proved otherwise. Eureka! Q. E. D.

Page 22 text:

20 T II E I) A R T On the same night South Hi of Youngstown, sent the following negative team to Ashtabula: Messrs. Datson, Zeve, Kaufman, speakers, and MacDonald, alternate. Our affirmative team was prepared for the Mahoning county organization and defeated the Youngstown team by a unanimous decision of the judges. This affirmative team was composed of Howard Nazor. Jane Dickinson and Clifton Sanborn, speakers, and George Shiya, alternate. Ashtabula has every reason to be proud of its debating teams this year. I hey have established a record never yet equalled by any two debating teams representing A. H. S., by acquiring the unanimous decision on both the affirmative and negative sides of the same question. The closing of the school year of 1916 leaves A. H. S. a record of eight victories and three defeats in its debating history, a record which would do credit to any high school, and of which A. H. S. is justly proud. May the teams of the coming years keep this record as favorably balanced as they receive it from the hands of the teams of 1916. l’se siltin’ here so solemn, l’s lonesome fru’ and fru I want a little sweetheart. Say, don’t you want one, too? I sat me down and thought profound, T his maxim wise I drew: “It’s easier for to like a girl. Than make a girl like you. A lady was looking for her husband, and inquired anxiously of the housemaid, “Do you know anything about your master’s whereabouts? I’m not sure mum, replied the maid, but I think they are in the wash.” Safety—“So Jack is engaged is he, and Fanny is bride-to-be?” First— No, she is the tried-to-be.” Metrical Translation Book V. Line 605-623 Jane Dickinson And now while various sacred games about the mound they played, Saturnean Juno, from heavenly climes, sent his, fairest maid. To seek Troy’s ships, and sent fair winds upon her weary ways, She boded ill to Troy, nor lost her wrath of former days. So now fair Iris swift flew out her multicolored bow And down a secret path she fled, lest some should see her go. Beheld she there, the mighty crowd, she saw the coast before, She saw the harbor wanting all, the crafts alone amid the roar. Off on the strand, alone and sad. the 1 rojan women wail, “Anchises gone! and, looking out to seawar strong hearts fail. Cry they, weeping, All is lost! what reefs and rocks endure! What shoals ar.d shallows lie between us and the grassy moor! They all together beg to rest, sea life is bad at best. So Iris, wisest of the wise, came to them on her quest. First shedding ruthlessly, God’s look and mien divine. And as Beroe, garbed and lined in clear define, Doryclus’ wife, the I ruarian man, once possessed of sons, race and name. So to the I rojan mothers, in such form the maiden came. The old man’s wife was getting into a carriage, and he neglected to assist her. You are not so gallant. John, as you were when you were a boy,” she exclaimed in gentle rebuke. No,” was his ready response, and you are not so buoyant as when you were a gal.