Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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THE SENIOR PLAY

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THE DART CLASS POEM I followed a pathway that led up a hill, Even as men are wont to climb. And I wandered on, year in. year out. Thickets of Math were on each side. Such as the trail could scarce divide; Again, deep, dark, mysterious woods Of Latin seemed to bar my way And set me wondering. Who first had trod the lonely path? Who there had striven before my time For knowledge and for light? And when, too, had he cleared this path— In going up or coming down? Rut no—not coming down, I said. For education once acquired Can ne’er be filched away. There is no coming back When once the mountain tract's explored. And then I saw my useless part, And shame and sorrow filled my heart. I seemed to see the monks of old With patient toil preserve the centuries’ lore. And now it almost desecration seems. The indifferent way some of us romp. Like thoughtless children gay, Along their paths of serious service. Those scholars old of nations long forgot Left us their wisdom and their hope. Time undermined their long-drawn theories And men their trails abandoned, Leaving to each generation new A nearer and a clearer path thru knowledge. Classmates: As we mount to the summit of High School days, It is with wonder that we look both ways. The past, dim. fading, ne’er forgot, The future—grander heights we hope to win. And as in zeal you serve the state, Remember that each service then shall mean The triumph and the worth of “Seventeen. FRANCIS DICKSON. CLASS OF '17 I Four years ago we started in for a High School education. With high resolves, with prospects bright, and spirit as foundation. We struggled on with might and main and now the compensation For Latin, Deutsch and History is this, our graduation. “Chorus Oh! we are the class of seventeen. With “Courage” we’ll win success; An honor be to our A. H. S. For we’ll ever do our best. Our colors, the purple and the white. For purity and for might. But still one more will we add to this. True Blue for our A. H. S. II Well do we know that to our Profs we were an aggravation, And sometimes there did seem to be a real live complication. Ah! how those memories pain us, and we beg consideration. For we were young and heedless then, unused to arbitration. III Oh! A. H. S., so dear to us, our own dear Alma Mater, You stand for right, for strength, for might, you teach us not to falter So let us in our lives be true and faithful to our motto. An honor to our High School be, our own dear Alma Mater. MARY A. BECHTOL. 17

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THE DART SENIOR PLAY Third—Beginning of Act III On Friday evening. April 20, 1917, the Senior class presented “The Colonel’s Maid,” a Southern play. The Senior class had excellent talent with which to work, but the play would not have been as great a success without the faithful efforts of Mrs. Manford Warren, under whose direction it was produced. PROGRAM The Colonel’s Maid Colonel Rudd.........Francis Dickson Colonel Byrd.............Ralph Culley Marjorie Byrd..................Cassie Bentley Robert Rudd ...................Walter Stewart Mrs. J. John Carroll . .Beryl McBride Julia Carroll........Phebe Hubbard Ned Graydon........Harold Robishaw Mr. James Baskom . . . .George Shiya Ching-ah-Ling........Harold Scoville Synopsis Act I—Early morning in kitchen of the Rudd bachelor establishment. Act II—The lawn in front of Colonel Rudd’s homestead, five days later. Act III—The same, evening of same day. Specialties First—Between Acts I and II “Southern Melodies.” Hawaiian Players R. Siegfried J. Dickinson R. Jenkins H. Hall Second—Beginning of Act II “Where the Blacy-Eyed Susans Grow.” Phebe Hubbard and Chorus. Mr. Hubbard Mr. Sweet Mr. Stewart Mr. Rainnie Mr- Maynard Mr. F. Rogers Mr. N. Rogers Mr. Knowlton “POOR BUTTERFLY” Eva Reebel Miss Morris Miss Lang Miss Viall Miss Dorman Miss Krause Miss Britcher Miss McDaniels Miss Hubbard Miss Seymour Miss Johnson Miss Bechtol Miss Niles and Chorus Mr. Dickinson Mr. Kitson Mr. Farrow Mr. Co win Mr. Knowlton Mr. Sanborn Mr. Louis Mr. Rasey Mr. Hubbard Mr- Rainnie Mr. Johnson Mr. Siegfried James “Bob’s parents are so particular about his education.” Arthur—“I low’s that?” James “Why, they want his teacher to excuse him from taking improper fractions.” Ex. Here's to the Freshmen, so young and such dears They'll bring 'em in go-carts in a couple of years. —Ex. “Mamma, win did you marry papa: “So you've begun to wonder, too?” B. II. (reading Virgil) “Three times I strove to throw my arms about' and that is as far as I got. Miss Moser.” Miss Moser “Indeed?” Teacher “Edwin, you look sleepy. How long were you in bed this morning?” Edwin Oberg “Oh about six feet, three.” Wade J. “Say. George, if you don't cut that out you'll be Shiya round here.” 19