Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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THE DART “Carry On” ‘Carry On”—it means to us Continuation of each deed begun To a finish, worthy of our class. And if he fall who should be in the lead, Will the deed be lost for lack of him who led? No, rather would the next to him who led Take up the banner, crying, “Carry On!” Just as in war a charge is made, The Captain, leaping to the foe, Falls, and can no longer lead his men. Then breathes he to the soldier next in rank, “Carry On.” So he is content, knowing So close united are the ranks That on to vict’ry they will sweep All else before them till the foe is reached, Then, conquering, will advance until The highest goal is reached. And so our class will do all well; Successful in the things they strive to do, Each member helping then to swell the tide Of world endeavor. And thinking o'er the annals of the class— Someone then will murmur, “A splendid class, bound to succeed, And show all men their greatness.” But time goes on and the world moves, too, And new things they have yet to do; Each one has still his work and place, Not willing to have done one deed, and rest — But ever striving to accomplish more, He still will “Carry On.” —Ellen Metcalf. a

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THE DAIIT 22 History of Class of 1918 RUBY SPRING It was in September, 1914, when one hundred and twenty-five of us enlisted in the Army of Education. We were sent to Camp A. H. S. for four years’ training. Oh, we soon found out that the life of a ‘‘rookie” was no cinch! We were treated with no respect whatever by the other soldiers! We had to drill hard every day. Then came a day, a terrible day, when we were to have the battle of Exams. General Dieterich and Major Townsend wanted to find out if we had had enough drilling. In this terrible battle some of our number were wounded. Rut the happy day came in June, when we were granted furloughs for three months. After our furloughs we returned to camp with eagerness. Now it was our turn to “bother” the “rookies.” Better times were in store for us. Pat Rogers was chosen for our Captain. There was much rejoicing in our ranks when we learned that our company would have a party. We neglected drilling a little bit in preparation for the big event. (You really can’t blame us.) We surely did have a grand time at that party—pumpkin pie, cider, and everything. In the meanwhile the tents in which the four companies encamped became rather crowded. Rumors that we would soon be in our new barracks were heard. At last, on the first of April, we moved into the new quarters. With all our good times, we were ready for our furloughs in June. In September we returned to Camp, with Mr. Thalman as Major, taking the place of Major Townsend, who was transferred elsewhere, and Mac Crosby as Captain. We chose Yellow and White for our company colors, and the yellow rose for our flower. When Hallowe'en time rolled around, it was time for another party. We packed into a truck and went bumpety-bump till we came to a little town-hallish looking building. Then someone cried out, “Carson!” and we were “there.” We had the time of our lives that night. Our debaters lost that year to the debaters of Company A. In athletics we weren’t so bad, even if the boys did lose the company championship in basketball, the girls saved our reputation by winning the championship. In accordance with the custom we gave Company A a reception. That was the big social event of the year. We had a few skirmishes with Latin, Geometry, and the like, but most of us came out on the top. Our furloughs looked good to us this year. We were very glad to return to (‘amp in the fall. We realized how important it was to make the best of our last year of training and buckled down to hard work. Mac Crosby remained our Captain We had a great time at our