Athens Area High School - Athenian Yearbook (Athens, PA)

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When all are quiet and studying, a common thing to see Is Laura and Cathryn arguing; they simply cannot agree. And then there is a blushing girl, “Marj” Carner is her name. Some people nicknamed her “Pearle;” she's bound to capture fame. Hail! Queen Sibyl, the boss of the ranch, bow down to her commands. Do not forget by mere mischance, to obey all her demands. The Gerould sisters can’t be beat for singing, so they say. But if they would speak, ’twould be such a treat we’d let them talk all day. Tho' Miss Taylor may not like to hear it. being melancholy will kill her spirit. Don’t grieve because your “Art’s” away. Cheer up! he’ll return some day. Hello, Miss Sabin, do give us aid; don’t keep us here this way, For war tax do not be afraid, tomorrow is payday. Another girl is “Lily” Burns, who tries so good to be. But when the teachers are not near, she talks unceasingly. The stage is set for Donna Mills, an actress of technique. But be very careful what you say. for Donna’s sure to weep. There is a girl in our class, most of us call her “Max;” Don't ask her for a pencil or books. I guess she thinks we’re all crooks. “Zeb” Luckey. with her smock so rare, kids all her friends with glee. When school is called, she’s never there, she’s always late you see. There’s Myra, “Jo” and “Meg.” all with raven locks; They spend much time in primping, and fussing with their frocks. Then follows Laura Seidell, so quiet and retiring; About her there is much to tell; her voice is quite inspiring. Now once there was a little maid whose name was Katherine Lynch. For a lost book she made a raid, and found it was no cinch. There is Honora Coveney, who rides to school each day; Sometimes she gets uneasy, and does not like to stay. “Zanzie,” “Zanzie.” tall and serene, to “Lil” always has something to say; Now “Zanie,” I think it is quite mean, you don’t share with all that way. Miss Curtiss is an author, a writer of renown. But in order to read her writing, we must stand upside down. We wish to know. Miss Stevens, what makes you blush that way? “Oh. you make me nervous.” you often hear her say. Beatrice Rothloff’s a quiet miss, she seldom speaks; Someone said, it was just like this, she was afraid her voice would squeak. There’s two Lucilles in our class. Miss Stevens and Miss Prince; One day in Spanish class they laughed, and they haven’t done it since. EVANGELINE LEIGHTON. '18. lm jri fe tea WHAT THE WAR DEMANDS OF THE YOUNG MAN After three years of battle on the seas and fields of Europe, we the greatest nation of the world, first in democracy, first in liberty and freedom, first in the ‘government of the people, by the people, and for the people”—find ourselves taking part in the conflict. We, the men and women of these United States, are called upon to make sacrifices, in order to effect the great cause that we have undertaken; namely, to make the world safe to live in. We will try to do this with the same spirit that our forefathers have handed down to us from Lexington, Concord and Valley Forge. We will never complain; so let this come to you not as a complaint, but rather as a defense of the title under which we here write. War is declared. What is first needed? The answer is men. men. and more men. Men to enter the trenches, men to brave the seas, and men to keep up our ndustries at home. There are young men who have spent their boyhood at school, completed their high school and through hard labor have spent a few years at college or university; others who have just completed their courses and are ready to establish themselves n some profession; another group- who each day return from their different labors to find an old mother and a sister, whose livelihood is dependent upon them; still another class, who are daily striving to bring happiness to a wife and small children 19

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than that which he would have obtained, had he followed the career of a politician. I wanted to kiss Lillian Burns when I saw her. but of course I couldn’t, as she was only visionary. She looked so sweet and demure in her white Dutch cap and white apron, and she was feeding some chickens that were so tame that they would eat from her hand. I think she must have been on John’s farm, don’t you? Laura Seidell, beloved by a freshman. I found in a large restaurant serving the people most courteously and timidly. Again I became aware of a large stage in an immense theatre, which was literally packed with people. As the curtain slowly rose, I beheld Cathryn Flanagan entertaining her audience with a clever dance. The next scene was very alarming. I could quite distinctly see an aeroplane madly careering among the clouds. Finally, after several hairbreadth escapes from certain death, the machine swiftly descended to earth. And whom should I see on the seat of that flyer but our own basketball captain, Evangeline Leighton? Now Sibyl Macafee thinks she is going to study drafting. But she will not study it long, for in my vision, I saw her cleverly sticking to her horse as it rushed wildly down the road, evidently in pursuit of something, for smoke kept issuing from her gun. Finally she overtook a guilty-looking fellow, in whose hands were two heavy bags, probably of stolen money. And at that moment her sheriff’s button flashed before me. Elinor Curtiss, our valedictorian, I discovered as an excellent private secretary. As always, she had carried out her own definite plans. Then came Leland Grenell (who always tilts his head on one side like a sparrow) as a contractor. And indeed, I believe he was just putting the finishing touches on our high school building. Then I saw Anna Catlin, always noisy, when in school, standing in a kitchen, kneading something which, I think, was intended to be bread. I here extend my sincerest sympathy to Clarence. Beatrice Rothloff. another noisy schoolgirl. I found in an office, busily engaged as editor of a large newspaper. And the next scene was apparently a box party in a city theatre. I really be-there was a French gentleman there, judging by the deference paid him. On scanning the participants of this little party, I beheld Mildred Stevens, magnificently gowned, cleverly acting the part of hostess. Now I beheld a charming little tea room in which many people were gathered And then I saw Lillian Gerould as the owner of this little shop receiving her customers in a most benign manner. But now I could hardly believe what I saw. There in a limousine, wearing a liveried costume, and driving the car swiftly and unflinchingly, sat Lucille Stevens, rapidly bearing her employer out of sight. The next view was of a large art gallery. Some clever artist was having an exhibit. Upon examining a beautiful portrait, I saw the name. Mildred Gerould. The last scene in my marvelous vision was at the Fair Grounds. Of course, there were all kinds of amusements. There in the ticket office of a merry-go-round, stood our quiet, bashful, unadventurous Donna Mills, very excited and working industriously at this new job of hers. This Is the last of my vision of the class of 1918. It is my sincere hope that no one will take it other than seriously. MARJORIE CARNER, 18. CLASS FOIBLES We, the class of 1918, have faults few and virtues many. But one thing surely can be seen; of boys we have scarcely any. Those we have, they are no frauds; there’s Grenell with that upward gaze. And Leverton with a smile so broad, and that far away look on his face. Joe, he is so fickle, he thought it would be fine To Join the troop of Liberals, and then changed his mind. Now Sid” Vannoy is a good little boy, who tries very hard not to smile. But his teachers sometimes he does annoy, for he’s smiling all the while. There is a girl named Catlin, who is extremely quiet, And with her hair is battling, e’en though there is a riot. 18

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—but what happens to all? One by one they answer their country’s call. Goodbyes are given, not those on the leaving of their beloved ones for a brief absence, but a farewell; for some will never return to that which was their life's happiness. To leave behind a career that one has struggled to gain, to leave the home that has always been the place of his lifelong joy, and to leave those living ones behind, who were always his great happiness, are the sacrifices that young men must some to realize. But there is the great sacrifice the young man must offer—his life. He is called upon to meet every kind of modern warfare, to face the unseen enemy that is beneath him and to enter the trenches, which he accepts as his home. He must expose his body to the enemy’s dangerous weapon—the deadly gases, and then comes his turn to go over the top.” In doing his part of the work, to win the battle, he, the soldier, is found to contend with the hottest part of what Sherman called WAR. HAROLD LEVERTON, ’18. h h WHAT THE WAR DEMANDS OF THE YOUNG WOMAN When the great world war started four years ago, we acknowledged that the first call was for young men to enter the training camps, but there was also a great demand for Red Cross nurses. The demand for women counterbalances those for men. If men are needed for the trenches, women are needed for the hospitals. They are needed on the firing line as much as men. When men are wounded. Red Cross nurses are needed to care for the wounded. We all know the one who goes to France takes his life in his hands, as it were. But this is no more true of the man than of the woman. The Red Cross nurse who goes to France knows she is facing unknown dangers, but she is loyal to what she thinks her duty. In other countries it is not the men who stay home to carry on the industries of the country, but the women, and it is becoming more and more so in the United States every day. If German militarism is not soon crushed, we will have to make more sacrifices than we have thus far. The sacrifice of life is not necessarily the supreme sacrifice. It takes as great a sacrifice to care for the wounded, and to endure all with loss of sleep. We can hardly realize e amount of self-sacrifice that is going on every day all over the world, and yet women are taking as great a part in it as men. The energy that is displayed is remarkable, especially by soldiers and nurses on the firing line. There is every bit as much energy and talent displayed by the nurses caring for the wounded, as by the soldiers in the trenches. Another fact that comes under our consideration is the intellectual training of women who are taking part in this war. Most of them have a high school education, but they are giving up their careers to help Uncle Sam in this war of democracy against autocracy. LAURA SEIDELL, ’18. m to 3 £2 CLASS SONG Tonight, dear High School, we bid thee adieu, We, the class of 1918. May God grant thee the peace, and the honor and fame Which we feel is your due. And when as alumni we return, how gladly will we come. We will honor thy name as our Alma Mater, And as wanderers will we return home. So farewell, High School, and farewell schoolmates all; At our parting we may shed a tear, But how joyfully, though hesitating perhaps. We respond to life’s urgent call. And when on life’s course, as helmsmen we steer Our bark through the foamy deep, As a jewel we know that your teaching we will try In our innermost heart to keep. 20 MILDRED GEROULD, ’18.