Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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28 THE DART The Senior Play Let us forget our troubles for a while. Let me take you back to Old England, in the eighteenth century, when the women, and the men too, wore powder in their hair and hair-ribbons. Think of it, a hair-ribbon on a man! And every gentle lady made a curtsy to all her gentlemen friends and said friends returned the greeting with a bow. Picture in your mind a philosopher, a theorist in fact, who is intending to work out the theory that every man should be his own wife-raiser. So our theorist, in a cold and calculating manner picks out a young and healtny girl from a group of foundlings, and educates her until a time when she is of an age, and in a position to marry him and in due course supply him with a paragon worthy of his name. But alas for our theorist, who thinks that love in his breast has died years before! After a due lapse of time he realizes that he is really in love with his intended bride. You may weii enough say, “What next?” Just this; when at length our theorist makes his proposal to her, he makes it so deli- cately that she imagines that he is asking her to marry his scapegrace nephew, a young and lively soldier, who is really her ideal. And again, alas for our theorist! It has been well said that, “The best laid schemes of mice and men gang aft agley.” Perhaps you have foreseen the outcome of this merry tangle. Picture our theorist, now no longer a theorist, walking slowly down the garden path, looking longingly at a house which was to have been his and hers, with the shadow of a smile lingering on his face, while from the house are wafted the strains of “My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose,” sung as a duet by two young people. Now we must come back to this world of troubles again, but we saw all this and more May 13, when the Seniors put on their annual play. This year it was “Mice and Men,” by Madeleine Lucette Ryley. At that time some of our most fashionable seniors were transformed into antiques for an evening. The following seniors were the ones who were antiquated at that time: Max Dowell ....................... Mark Embury, the theorist Merle Eddy ........................ Roger Goodlake, his friend Homer Pritchard ........ Capt. Lovell, his scapegrace nephew Helen St. John................... “Little Britain,” or Peggy Homer Blakeslee................Sir Harry Trimblestone, a fop Gordon Burwell ...................... Kit Barniger, a fiddler Duane Harmon ..................... Peter, Embury’s servant Vera Emmons .................................. Mrs. Goodlake Hazel Durey ............ Mrs. Deborah, Embury’s housekeeper Kathryn Loomis............. Matron of the Foundling Hospital Luther Hollister........... Beadle of the Foundling Hospital Isabelle Johnson ..................... Molly, a kitchen maid

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THE DART 27 “That is marvelous. Till. I know of another accomplishment achieved by a member of the class of 21. Isabella Johnson has established relations with a lot of planets. She has also discovered that she has a multimillionaire uncle living on Mars ana he is going to leave her all his money when he dies!” “Della, do you know that Clarence Kennedy has turned scholar and author. Well, he has. He has written a psychological novel entitled “Why Mary Left Home and Came Right Hack.” “I’m going to get that book as soon as I can. Say, 1 witnessed an Underwood typewriting speed contest last March and among the contestants were Wilbur Mullen, Helen Wingelt and George Moury. Wilbur is now the world’s champion, having written 250 words a minute. Helen wro:e 200 words a minute and as a result of this has a position as demonstrator for the company. George wrote 199 words and has gone back to his old job as public stenographer, which brings him a salary of only $89000.78 a year.” “Merton Morse made a fortune by managing his own 5 and 10c’ store, so he decided to live on the interest of his money. He had an auction to sell out his stock, Harry Swift being the auctioneer.” “I passed Marie Shiya’s dry-goods store on my way to the office this noon and a very queer advertisement which was in the window attracted my attention. I looked closely ana read, ‘Ray Ticknor, fortune teller and hypnotist.’ 1 looked again to make sure that I saw rightly. ‘Is that a picture of Ray?’ I asked myself. Yes, those are Ray’s eyes, but his hair hangs to his shoulders and he is the possessor of a beard which is at least two feet long.” 1 glanced around at the clock and jumped up. “Mercy, Dell, it’s 7:30 and you must be famished. We’ll go to Hotel Ashtabula. I’m sure we’ll get a good dinner, although we are late, for Irene Richter is now the hostess there. It took nature 10.000,000 years to make a man out of a monkey, but it lakes Miss Richards exactly two minutes to change him back. (For example Arthur Spaeth.) Photographer to a Senior: “Do you want this picture large or small?” Senior: “Small, please.” Photographer: “Well, close your mouth then.” Mr. Rand: “Agnes, you weren’t paying attention to me.” Agnes: “Well, you can’t expect me to look at you all of the time.” Fee! Faw! Fum! The girls are chewing gum. But never mind, when they are thru, It’s probable the rag they’ll chew, And I prefer the gum, don’t you? Yum! Yum! Yum! Museum Guide: This old book is very rare and valuable, and it is so old that the leaves are falling apart. Student: Looks like my loose-leaf note book. Harrie K.: May I raise my hand? Miss Warmington: What for? H. K.: I want to ask a question.

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THE DART 29 A Modern.............? By TII.LIK MOHILEWSKY “Oh, Mother, isn’t that horrid, and to think both Max and I wanted to go!” The door closed with a bang, the girl dropped into a chair, the head of auburn hair went down on the table, and sob after sob issued from the small girl. “Why, Faynetta, dear, what is the matter? There, there, I know you're all tired out.” “No, Mother, I am not tired. Just because Max and I had the measley measles we’ll have to miss our first real high school party,” and again the large gray eyes filled with tears. “Now, Faynetta, brace up! Dry those tears, and talk so I can understand you. There now, what is the matter ?” The girl blew her nose and began, “Well, Maxine and I both came to school this morning and everything just went off peechie. Then after school when we were comparing and exchanging notes on school gossip, up came one of the first team girls and said, ‘Kids, you coming Friday night?’ I know we gave her a funny look. She then told us about a lawn party that was to be held on the school lawn for all the kids that had been on any of the athletic teams. It had been announced about two weeks ago but of course WE were home with the MEASLES,” and again the lips of this Freshman girl, who had made the second team, began to quiver. “Now, dear, why are you crying? Why can’t you and Maxine go Friday night? There will be no lessons, is Maxine ill?” the mother questioned. “Oh, Mother, don't you see its tomorrow night! What would we wear? You wouldn’t have time to make me a new dress.” “I think your blue taffeta would do nicely and I’m sure Maxine could wear her little brown satin,” her mother answered unsympathetically. “Why, Mother! This is to be a lawn party. It’s May now. Wouldn’t we look pretty among a lot of girls dressed in light colored silks, voiles and organdies! We’d feel about as much at home there as an undertaker would looking for business.” Maxine too, was just crushed! She considered it nothing less than a calamity, but she had a feeling that some how “Gran’ma” would see that it was “all right” as she had done on so many other occasions. To be sure, it is quite an honor for a Freshman to make the second team, but better than that, Maxine had been sub on the first team! And now, after all that glory, not to be able to go to the party. Well, it was indeed a catastrophe! “Gran’ma” Maxine’s never failing confidante, extended a sympathetic ear, and after the tale of woe had been disclosed she, too, enthusiastically suggested the “brown satin.” “But, Gran’ma, they’ll all be togged out in light colors,” and fearing the suggestion of a last year's dress, added, “and you know I’ve grown so much in the last year I won’t be able to wear a single one of my last summer’s dresses.”