Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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Mirrors of Class of ’22 FORD CARI.ISLK T IF'TY years ago Ashtabula High School came into existence and forty-nine classes have passed through its portals “out into the wide, wide world.” These classes have all been a credit to their Alma Mater. And though among their number have been many gifted students, fate has been working ks will to compose one class to be a proper climax to the half century. To the Class of ’22 comes the honor of celebrating this golden anniversary, and, with all due modesty we admit that we are fully able to do so. Are we not tne largest, the most studious, the most gifted and yet the most unassuming class which has appeared during these five decades? Indeed to chronicle such a class properly would require the skill of no less an historian than an H. G. Wells, but since the task has faller upon one of our number, we can simply mention in brief a few of our qualities and achievements. If no great brilliancy gleams througn this account, let it be remembered that we have purposely turned away the limelight from our attainments lest others be dazzled and discouraged by its glare. We are a class of p’.ienominal intellects, worthy to be called students of A. H. S. But our talents are not confined to this field alone. In football, basketball and track the class of ’22 is unequaled. When the teams are in need of captains, whom do they choose? Why, A1 Guarnieri and Kenneth Church, Lawrence Whitman and Doris Mullen, all members of '22. It was to Julius McElroy, one of our classmen that the county football championship title was awarded. Socially, ’22 is a lion. Our numerous parties have been the events of the seasons. When we entertained the class of ’21, not content with merely a dance, we spent weeks in preparing “The Court of Justice” for a side-liner. Somehow we always manage to decorate the gymnasium a little more elaborately than any other class. The Senior masquerade was one of the most artistically arranged affairs imaginable. Among our members are two, Genevieve Ensell and Helen Guarnieri, for whom a dazzling musical career is predicted. We also have many skilled in dramatics and oratory. With our departure from these halls of learning, we realize that we shall be sadly missed, that we will open a gap which may not be filled till fifty more years have passed away. And if that far off century class heaps as much credit upon A. H. S. as we have, if it even approaches the class ’22, we know that it will, like us, deserve the praise “Well Done” than which there is no greater. Page twenty-six

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(Etas Ihmw By DOROTHY FRENCH The school that demands “Use the best in your life,” Challenges “Live to be kindly and true.” The school that inspires “Be of service to men” Ashtabula High, ’tis you! “Ashtabula, dear old High!” May we never fail you. The students who’ve caught in the half century past, The spirit of purpose you give, Have learned to search out the true beauty and joy In the lives you have taught them to live. “Ashtabula, dear old High!” They have never failed you. And we of the Class of Twenty-and-two, Going, as they have gone, forth Will honor and love you, our own A. H. S. And merit your faith in our worth. “Ashtabula, dear old High!” We will never fail you!

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In the Years to Come LOUISE LYNNE MARY Elizabeth Smith and 1 were walking down a little street in a certain small city in Ohio. We were passing a low building and both of us happened to notice a sign over the door which read “Crystal Gazing, fifty cents an hour” and just below was a second sign “More .than your money’s worth.” It was the lower sign which appealed to me; however we both decided to go in and .learn something about Crystal Gazing We were met by the gazer himself who was dressed like a Hindoo. He asked us to be seated about a large glass globe which rested upon a pedestal in a dimly lighted room. In a deep monotone he began to speak as he studied the globe intently, “I can see the members of the 1922 graduating class of Ashtabula High School engaged in their various occupations fifteen years from now. “There is a record of Caruso’s playing on a victrola. A man stands beside it, the victrola stops and the man finishes the song. The audience can not detect the difference. The man’s name is Palmer, Ross Palmer.” Pausing only long enough to pass his hand slowly over the crystal he resumed, “Here is Edward Dickinson with a job that keeps him going. He is chasing hop-toads, gathering up the hops for Fred Ducro and Lawrence Whitman who are in the home brew business.” This was getting interesting but I was rather dissapointed that it was not I gazing into the crystal. He seemed to notice this because he told me to come closer and look steadily into the glass globe, and then he asked me what I saw. I told him that what I seemed to see looked like six different suns setting. He smiled; it was the first time he had changed his expression. Then he gave his interpretation: You do not see correctly. I see Kenneth Church, Donald Babbitt, Jean Clark, Helen Harshaw, Elizabeth Johnson and Clarence Bailey going down an elevator in the Wool-worth building where they all have offices. A beautiful vegetable green house can be seen; it is run by Lewis Enquist, Herbert Young and Algot Anderson. Their motto is ‘Say it with Cauliflowers.’ I can see a brilliantly lighted sign in front of a theatre which reads, ‘Gordon Pritchard, Ben Turpin’s understudy will appear in ‘There is Magic in His Eyes.’ ’ Now a large crowd appears eating peanuts and drinking pink lemonade. It is at a circus and the crowd is watching breathlessly four girls who are hanging from the top of the tent by their teeth. If the clowns, Alfred Guarnieri and Farn-ham Hogue should empty out the contents of a pepper box causing Pnf r tu'cnly-scrcn