Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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S ntuir |Jnrm By DUANE HARMON O, dear old halls of A. H. S. Which we have known so Ion , We say farewell to thee, dear school, Farewell—. To you who rise to take our place Upon whom we rely, The time has come for us to say Farewell—. To you, O teachers, strong in faith, In patience and in hope, We say to you on this last day, Farewell—. And to those friendships which we’ve made Which are so kind and true, We hope we’ll ne’er need say to you, Farewell—. And memories of A. H. S. Where we’ve had such good times, Ne’er let us think of saying lo you Farewell—. Now to the future we must look Where we must fight to win, Laurels for a school which we now bid Farewell—.

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THE DART 21 History of the Class of ’2 1 LEROY ARVIDSON Homer Blakeslee, the famous chemist, scientist and philosopher, was seated in room 23 when I entered. “Why are you looking so peeved?” he asked me. “Oh, I’ve got to write the class history! But say, what are you doing here?” “I’m glad you told me that,” Homer answered. “You see, four years ago, while I was sitting in Room 29 I hit upon the idea of making a plate that would record all the doings of our class. I hid these plates in every room in the school and now I’m here to collect them.” “How’re you going to read these plates?” I asked. “Oh, the plates are in the form of victrola records and can be played on the Vic. Come on over tonight and if my experiment works you can jot down your history, and there you are.” You can bet, I didn’t lose any time getting over there that evening. To my delight (and also to Homer’s) the experiment was a success and the following is a brief of what I heard: On Monday, Sept. 10, 1917 approximately 215 unusually brilliant Freshmen (yes, that’s what they said of us) entered A. H. S. We were treated with a great deal of respect, about as much as is shown a murderer by a mob. Nevertheless, under the leaderships of Miss Sharer, Miss Daum and Miss Church, who had charge of room 29, we soon gained the favor of the upper class men. Mr. Thalman, our principal, helped us in the selection of our courses. The Commercial course was the choice of the majority of the students, whiie the College Preparatory was a close second. The English Industrial was chosen but by a few. On October 9, awe stricken and quaking with fear we received our first “report cards.” Not a “sole” received a “D.” Before we realized it examination time neared and like all other Freshmen “Why Worry?” Then came the final exams and though I say it with tears in my eyes, “Some of our class mates chose to remain Freshmen another year.” September next saw us back again, ready to increase our knowledge. We were now under the leadership of our new principal, Mr. Mitchell, Mr. Thalman having resigned. This year we were handicapped by “Ole Man Flu” who kept us out of school for a whole month. After our return, like good (?) Sophomores, we worked hard to make up for lost time. “Hooray! It’s November 11th and we have a new holiday, Armistice day!” After our examinations in January, we held a party in the gymnasium. All Sophomores reported a good time.” The “flu” obliged the school authorities to leave out a great many things, but not the exams! What joy then to be a Junior! September rolled in again, and with it the first great event of the Junior year, the election of class officers. The result of the election