Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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THE DART 23 log, the Dart, during this last period, and tried hard to make it a success, though the work was tremendous af- ter the loss of our faithful friend and advisor, Mrs. Morton. Two athletic banners were added to the number in the ship’s trophy room, by teams com- posed largely of our boys and girls. We had a party in the spring with much dancing and feasting. The Jun- ior Petty Officers entertained us at a party in May, which was greatly en- joyed by all who attended. Now as we are nearing the end of our four years, and Commencement time is ap- proaching, when we will receive our commissions, we can look back and feel that we have done our duty to our ship and to ourselves, and in doing it we have had some of the most pleas- ant experiences of our lives. Friends Under a bright and starry sky, Two old friends wandered on their way, Talking of good times, all gone by, When they were happy, carefree and gay. One was a man well known to all, The other his friend, not known at all, Both had started together in school, Where they had learned the golden rule. Their thoughts went back to the old swimming hole, Of their barefoot days, with rod and pole, Oh! those were the days when health held sway, And happy hours were whiled away. —C. A. M.

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22 THE DART Class History CECIL GODDARD In the fall of 1916, one hundred and eighty-seven green little apprentice seamen signed up with the good ship A. H. S. All wanted to become offi- cers. Half thought that the Commer- cial course was the shortest path and half thought that the Latin Course was the way to success. Captain Town- send was Master of the ship at that time but before a month had passed, he was transferred and Captain Thal- man installed in his place. Miss Perry Miss Church, Miss Sharer, and Mr. Rogers were the officers in charge of our quarters. Under their careful guidance, we became accustomed to the many new and strange things we encountered. A meeting was held early in the voyage and green and white were ad- opted as our class colors. Several of our number served at the non-com- missioned officers’ banquet in May, and there learned some of the rudi- ments of social life on board the A. H. S. Then came examinations. A few of us were advised to try again in some of our undertakings, but most of us came through with colors flying and happily accepted a three months’ fur- lough. In September the most of us came back to the ship ready to begin work as able seamen. Captain Thalman was still in charge of the ship and remain- ed during this entire year. We had a fine party in the hold of the old ship and all of us enjoyed ourselves. Sev- eral of our members were on the var- ious athletic teams and helped to bring glory to the A. H. S. in the form of four fine banners. Many were also on the honor list. Examination time again came and again a few were dropped from the roll. In the fall of 1918, one hundred and . twenty of us were back with the ship. Captain Thalman handed in his resig- nation and Captain Mitchell was put in charge. That winter a great enemy of humanity, Influenza, attacked the country. The battle raged so hard that it necessitated the abandonment of the ship for awhile. When finally we came aboard again, we had to work furiously to catch up to our standard. In the spring we had a party similar to the one of the year be- fore. Then we entertained the Senior Petty Officers at a large, elaborate party where everybody had a very good time. Later we joined the other members of the crew on shore leave at Woodland Park, where a great picnic was held. In the fall of our last year, one hun- dred of us were still with the ship, ex- pecting to put the finishing touches on our training as officers in the Navy of Education. We managed the ship’s

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24 THE DART Class Prophecy ELIZABETH BLAKEST.EE Charon, the ferryman of renown, was slowly cruising along the river Styx, when hearing my call, he pilot- ed his boat toward the shore and in- vited me to ride. I had lately left the realm above. Since I was curious to visit the countries of the Underworld, Pluto had given me a pass. As it happened, I was the only passenger and Charon was inclined to be talk- ative. “Ha!” he chuckled, “I’ve had some curious passengers today. Why, early this morning a —but perhaps you are not interested?” he broke off. Hating to spoil his pleasure, and finding the scenery along the way very much like that of the Upper- world, except of course for the reddish tint, I urged him to continue. “Well,” Charon began, “Early this morning a gay young man, in a striped suit boarded my boat. He had the pre- sumption of Bob Jenkins in English Class! Slapping me on the back he announced in loud tones that he was Harry Castle. I gathered from his conversation that he, of all men in the United States had been chosen for his great powers of oratory, to sell books in the Underworld. He tried to sell me a set of ‘Funeral Orations’ in twen- ty-six volumes. I did not buy them however for—” Here the narrative was interrupted by a strange sound which reached our ears. It seemed to come from the shore, and after a hurried glance, I perceived a girl walking along the shore. Upon nearer approach she proved to be Ruth Day, who, like De- mosthenes of old, was trying to hear herself talk above the roar of the waves of the sea. As Styx is a calm river this was not difficult. It seems she was preparing for a welcome home speech, to be given on the oc- casion of Richard Syler’s inauguration as President of the United States. “At the next point of punishment,” continued Charon after our curiosity about Ruth’s activities had been satis- fied, “four people came aboard. They all seemed to be talking at once, and for several moments I could make no- thing of their conversation. At last, when I did get a word in edgewise, I inquired their names and their busi- ness. They were respectively: Lempi Johnson, George Manteli, Carolyn Frabutt, and John Frary. They were arguing the momentous question as to whether or not a Bolshevik can al- ways be distinguished by his beard. This discussion proved most interest- ing, but suddenly my attention was distracted from the argument by a book which had been dropped by one of the passengers. I picked it up and began to read. The title was ‘If The