Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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22 THE DART was as follows: President, Max Dowell; Vice President, Almeda Eastman; Secretary, Elizabeth Hubbard and Treasurer, Edward Krause. Athletics next took up our thoughts for Coach Thorpe was back with us again this year. With his usual supply of stories and splendid coaching, not forgetting the help of the Juniors he rounded out a champion football team. Then came our social activities in the spring—the Junior party and later the Junior-Senior reception at which, of course, we were the hosts and hostesses. As ’twas said, “We had a swell time.” In the fall of 1920, our last year, one hundred and ten of us came back. The officers of the previous year were re-elected. The class of ’21 brought fame and honor to A. H. S. for not only had we members on the football squad but also on the girls’ and boys’ basketball teams, also the debate team. The Senior party, held in the Gymnasium March 4, was an event “very much enjoyed” by the dignified Seniors. Next came the Junior-Senior reception, the Juniors proving themselves “royal entertainers.” And so the class of ’21 has done its duty to old A. II. S. and not until the year 79103661482 will a class graduate which will be superior to ’21. Senior Honor Roll LEROY ARVIDSON ALMEDA EASTMAN MARY LOUISE FAWCETT ELIZABETH HUBBARD ISABELLA JOHNSON HATTIE LESLIE TILLIE MOHILEWSKY IRENE RICHTER KATHRYN SEYMOUR LUCILLE SHARP J

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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

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THE DART 23 Class Prophecy TILME MOHILEWSKY I had just finished censoring the last item handed in by my chief reporter, Marie White. For the forty-’leventh time that day I had marked the top of the news items “May 26” but not until this last item was marked did it occur to me that the 26th was some sort of an anniversary, wedding, birthday, holiday—something that I should remember—Oh ! how stupid of me! Why of course, it is just fifteen years ago today tha: the class of ’21 graduated from A. H. S. “Here I am fifteen years after my graduation, nothing more or less than the Editor of the “Ashtabula Evening Prevaricator.” I was thus meditating and was about to call in Marie for a chat about our old high school days when— “Bang! Bang! Bang!” was executed upon my door. “My gracious goodness,” I thought, “must be a giant and he’s awfully mad,” but I very cordially said, “come in!” And in she came, “Too bad a person can’t have an ad in your punk old paper without getting it all muddled up—” Now it was my turn to fly off the handle, “See here. Miss, I want you to understand that the ‘Prevaricator is not a punk old paper and furthermore—” and here I stopped and stared. “W-w-why, Dell, how on earth did you get here?” for there as sure as preachin’ stood Della Louis laughing at me. “Well, Till,” she explained, “of course you know that I am a traveling advertising agent. I was called here to make an ‘ad’ for a big fire sale that the Fire Department is going to run. I happened to think that today is the fifteenth year or our commencement anniversary, so thought I would surprise you, and what I realiy want, is a good old time gossipy chat about our classmates.” “Surprise me, well I guess you did, you dear! I was just wishing I had someone to talk to. I was about to call in Marie White (she’s chief reporter on my staff) but I knew she’d be busy. Say, I’ve got my ‘Annual’ some place around here. That will help us to remember all of the ‘kids.’ “Do get it out and let us begin at the beginning. I am sure that through my travels and your newspaper work we can place the where-abouts and work of every member of our class.” I rummaged around in the top drawer of my desk and at last resurrected the “1921 Annual.” The first picture we turned to was of Marion Anderson. . “Have you heard from Marion lately, Dell?” I inquired of her. “Heard from her, well I guess I have! The last time was when I passed Public Square, in Cleveland, She was on one soap box yelling, “the only place for the husband is in the home!” While she was catching her breath, Amelia Crockett, on another advertisement for “Ivory” proclaimed, “the total prohibition of cruelty to poodle dogs.”