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

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ATHENIAN IIIE BLU1 Jerry, Jerry, do be careful. There, you've done it, just as you always do,’’shrieked a feminine voice as a bookcase containing several encyclopedias crashed to the floor. A large, overgrown and awkward boy about fifteen years of age slowly picked himself up from ths nialst of the debris. He was rubbing his elbow thoughtfully. “Wasn’t that funny now? .II I did was to touch the old thing and dov.-a it went. Awfully inconsiderate of the encyclopedias, wasn’t it, mother?” Mrs. Edwrids couldn't help laughing at the ridiculous figure robbing his elbow so compassion at -1 , but she w s rather angry .11 the same. “I should think you would learn, Jerry Edwards, that everything you touch or even look at takes the idea into its he; d to topple over.” Tm awfully sorry, mother. I'll pick ’em all i p,” sa.‘d Jerry ckrcrfally. After he h d finished with the books he s umtored oi.t nto the y d. Iio was very unpleas ntlv s r-pris d to see the girl next d: or leaning over the feme. If there was anything on e vth tli t Jerry dsliked, it vv. s girls At school he always avoid d them in every possible w y. In fact, thers were cnly two things that he liked j”S .t present nyhow. One thing w. s hi dog, and the other was baseball. He v. s a Frrsl.r: n in High Schccl, nd wvs working very h- id to n »ke the team. T r girl nert door bog n to y-11 rt him, “Oh, you bl rd rbrss, M r.d rbuss, hlur.d rbuss. Lock out, or you’ll f 11 down.” Jerry paid no attention. This insignificant, frock-1 d . ted girl was of no eoi • qecnce. “Oh, you clumsy b: by boy! It can’t walk rom d without stubbing its toe and falling down. Oh, you 1 ! r.derbnss.” Jrrry d'eid d he rov’d r.t nd ‘t no longer H r.v d' fun cf by a girl; so be whistled to Kr d ad strrtcd v.iih herd high rd - d‘° ni'? d r ‘cl' down the street. It w s very unfortnn te tVt a s!i k happened to be in his n th. b’t it was tVr- . rnd of course Jerry hrd to stumble ov7 it, rilling over into the ro d A wild shriek of laughter greet'd H ’ n V--h:rd the fence. Just as Jerry was scrambling to bis frrt, his mother cillrd to him to h rrv d 'm A the store rrd g t her five oounds of s 'gir. J-'—- never greeted rn errrrd with greater joy thn be d‘d th' t one. He r n down th'1 street verv hurriedly, trying to get the sound of the tormentin' Lu h-t r out of his ears. He ran swiftly, looking down at the ground, rnd wishing he was Pereivl Algernon Jones, who was very graceful and well behaved and the mrde] • y of the town. sL'ERBUSS. It was indeed ill-timed that an enormously fat man chose that moment to be walking up the street, carrying a basket of eggs. The fat man was walking leisurely along, gazing at the sky and wondering whether it would rain or not, when suddenly something heavy bumped into him. It was so unexpected that he threw up his arms, eggs and all, and fell over backward. By some trick of Fate, the basket of eggs overturned on luckless Jerry’s head and there smashed. While Jerry was wiping egg out of his eyes and ears the fat man slowly arose. He was very angry. Indeed he was so angry that he shook all over like a glass of currant jelly. When he had recovered the use of his feet and tongue, he turned to Jerry and yelled: “Young man, what business have you to run along the highways knocking down harmless pedestrians? You shall pay me for every one of those eggs. 'There were twelve dozen of them and they cost me thirty cents a dozen. You will pay for them. Hear what I say?” “Glub, glub, glub; I hear. Glub, glub, glub, sure worth thirty cents a dozen. Glub, glub; have some with me.” This only made the fat man angrier. Unlike most fat men he had no sense of humor, and so could not sympathize with anyone who did have. “You young scalawag, I’ll teach you to be sassy to your elders. I’ll slap your face for you.” He tried to execute his threat, but Jerry dodged successfully, and ran down the street, calling back that he would send the money for the eggs. “It’ll take all the money I’ve saved up for a bat,” thought Jerry ruefully. “Why is it that I’m always blundering? I sure do wish that I was like Perciv I Algernon Jones so that I could al ays do the right thing.” There hrd been a spectator to all this. He was the new baseball coach. He had fully expected to see Jerry lose his temper, but when he saw that he took it all as a joke and kept his temper, he immediately decided that Jerry would be a good member for the baseball team. The next morning at school the coach called Jerry up to him and said, “Edwards, I’ve d 'c’d d ? » 1 t you be on the baseball team. We need men who c n keep their temper in emergencies.” Jerry was almost swept off his feet by the surprise, then he murmured some inarticulate thanks rrd went back to his seat. “Gee, but I’m gird I’m not that sissified Percival lgrrnon Joes,” he thought, as he settled back in I is sent Then as he sat down he happened to look v ss the room. There sat the girl next door. She v: s looking straight at him und shaking her red

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I T H E E S T A B VOL. XII A T II E N I A N SHED A U CJ . 1 O , 1841 SENIOR NUMBER NO. 4 CLASS OF 22. On September sixth, in nineteen eighteen, Class of 1922 started on a journey up the rugged hill of learning. It was a bright day with skies of deepest blue reflecting the spirit of Class of ’22. Seventy-two on this journey started with Miss Tuthill as our gl ide ir.d friend and, to aid with the paper of our H‘gh School, we elected Athenian editors two. Now, some to attain success on this journey chose the exacting paths of science to tread, while others preferred a language long dead; but no matter which path was chosen the climbing at first was hard for everyone. The customs of this land were new to us. They called us Freshies and said we were green; but nothing d lunted we soon learned, and this so dignified our name it wasn’t what it seemed. The fust class enterprise was a benefit at The Mor-ley where we netted the sjm of sixty-one dollars ;r.d fifty cents, st rtirvj us on the road to financial success Then came exams., the gates through which the realm of the Sophomores was reached. Sixty entered through these gates as a reward for daily toil but of the rest, some had lingered by the wayside in the cool shade of indifference, and some were c lied aw; y cn other journeys by One who our destinies guides. Then after we became Sophomores sedate we stepped to reconnoitre so that we might travel onward with speed and order. Our class officers we elected first and they guided us in many paying enterprizes that added to our fame as a class of workers always game. Then we gave a Hallowe’en party weird, presided o’er by mystery and fun, to which we invited all our comr: des to come. Later we had a benefit picture, followed by a sleighrids and a class party; and last in the list of this remarkable year was a bazaar, a marvelous success, completing the activities of the Second Year Class. All this time we had been climbing a bit higher each day until the time came when we were sporting class rings and feeling Important, being called Juniors by name. And now with the highest average in view our real work began with spirit true. We bought pictures to adorn our classroom. Then later, with money from a movie earned, added to our treasury, we began to plan for the Junior banquet, the last farewell to the Class of ’21. The Junior year o’er, there came a parting of ways for our friend and teacher of three years’ travels was leaving for happy lands away. Then came a time when we left Juniorland to become Seniors dignified and grand, marching on with ambitions, soaring through gates swung wide to receive us, for we were fifty strong. Mr. Hazard now came to be our teacher wise and keep us out of mischief while we our lessons studied and carried out plans to make money. We sold candy with a goodly profit and served a cafeteria supper, making some money and having some fun out of it. Next we gave an entertainment of three one-act plays rnd several musical numbers. Later came a b with all the trimmin’s and lots of good things to n interclass meet followed soon. But the cr ing event of the season was rn operetta giving th . talent of the class a chance to show folks acting »t their best. As a class of thens High striving to gain knowledge as we climbed up the rocky hill of lean, ing, we’ve always tried to be game and do our part in keeping the fame of our High School. Both beyond girls have worked with a will. The auxili ;• and athletic associations we were always read, 'to aid. And we’ve been represented in politics, music, li:or ture, societies and athletics; in fact, thcr net! ing we c .n’t do. We have climbed togeth r four ye: rs, sometimes agreeing and sometimes not. Yet, jvst the same, most of us sincerely regret to leave. Still some of us are eager for new worlds to travel to prove our mettle true, while all of us rr bound by pleasant memories of work well done : nd geed times spent. Luella Merrill, 22. CLASS SONG. Y c shall play life’s game and play it fairly, We shall find the road to clearer skies, For tonight life’s highway’s strewn with flowers When to you, High School, we bid good-bye. It’s time to leave you, To say farewell, s on the hilltop and in the dell The sun is shining, no cloud appears. Though clouds may come to us in life, It’s the bluebird’s song we’ll hear. Fond memories of you upon us throng When ’22 sings this farewell song, We’ll seek the rainbow in each raindrop, The roses filled with dew When at this hour we bid adieu to you. Vivian Jane Gay, ’22.

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ATHENIAN braids in an approving manner. She also smiled very sweetly at him. Jerry smiled back and then began to study. Perhaps his mind was not all on his book, for he whispered to himself, “Aw, girls ain’t so bad after all.” Pauline Kuykendall, ’22. FAVORITE EXPRESSIONS OF THE SENIORS. II :zcl Arnold—You should worry. Andrew Bustin—You might say. Marion Comeby—Why—a—and—a— Gi dys Cvddaback—Good Night! II zel Franklin—Get out of the way. Rita Frisbie—Did I blush? Vivi: n Gay—Oh, it’s darling! I'dna Gridin —I’d like to know? Lavra Horton—Oh, dear! gn:s Koehler—Gloriana! Clara Samson—I’ll tell you right now. Pauline Kuykendall—How perfectly thrilling! P. uline Leonard—For Pete’s sake! Mary Ha.ir—No hurry. Ina Merithew—It was so funny. A'icc Miller—Listen! John C rpentcr—Who said so? G r.i'dine Miller—Absolutely! L’-ella Merrill—Um, heavy! H zel Middiugh—How absurd! Aline LaMont—Well, who cares? Victoria Moore—Oh! Genevieve Osborn—Honestly? Dorothea Otto—Oh, I can’t do it. Wayne McEntire—And things like that. Pauline Pruyne—I’ll say so! Lir.dr Salsman—Ain’t it terrible? Marguerite Montgomery—I wonder why? LeRoy Cook—Hey, come on! Anna Stevens—For the love of Mike! Nora Watson—Cry it out loud. Catherine Perle—If you only knew. William McKenna—For Christmas’ sake! Franklin Manahan—562-m, please. George Overfield—O say it with flowers! Maurice Park—Gee whiz! Robert Page—Got your French ? Leslie Smith—Are you sure you’re right? Edward Scgar—See if I care! Marshall VanScoten—Hey, Mac. Stanley White—How’d you get that? LeRoy Everhart—K-K-K-Katy. Girton Carle—Give it here. Loretta Bustin and Alta Middaugh, ’22. PRESIDENT’S ADDRESS. To the Class of 1922 I wish to say that I am very glad of the privilege of addressing them. The four years of our High School life have passed very rapidly; not without hard work for some of us, peril ps, but pleasantly nevertheless. Our average has net always been the highest in these four years, but our class ranks with the largest entering High Cc.iool. We also have a record of which to be proud, Ci record for entertainments. For the success of ' se : lid for the success of our climb to graduation, we owe th- nl:s, many thanks, to our teachers who h ve helped us up the steep ladder of knowledge. The class has also sent several star athletes to b ttle for the honor of the school. Others who have been unable’ to go on the field and battle for the s hool have backed the team by joining the athletic ; ssoci tion. s we have been successful in our school enterprises : r.d in our classes, so let us be successful in our business life. Always remember the old High f chool d ys and fight for success with the same d'tcrmin-tion as we have fought together as the Class of 1922. Seth Grodivant, ’22. .S A COLLEGE EDUCATION WORTH WHILE? I h: kesper re said, “It is the mind that makes the 1 dy rich. A present-day version of this saying is. It is (d cation that makes life worth living. Dr. . T H d!ey of Yale says, “For the majority of men r. (ollcge education is of inestimable value. The le: ders of business and professional life are r q ’ircd to be trained in their particular sphere. The found tion of training of modem times is school life which teaches the student the principle of how to learn and the greater lesson of discipline. Man r n never learn too much nor can he be too well dis- Mined in the matter pertaining to the success of a particular vocation. Hence the college is sought by men who wish to reach the highest efficiency in the shortest time. One should attend college because it yields large I-turns. Education is mind-training for power. It ’V. net only to sharpen one’s tools, but also to make him who handles the tools more of a man. History proves that learning by one’s own experience is slower than learning from the experience of others. A man, working for a business firm, would have to spend several years working to get the position a college graduate would receive. A modern, well-equipped college or university gives young men the best and most complete preparation for any form of activity to which they may desire to devote themselves in later life. Another personal benefit from a college education