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

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ATHENIAN WANT ADS. By the various regular tardy members of our Senior Class, namely, George Overfield, Rita Frisbie, and Mary Hair, a good second-hand fire alarm that will fill the bill. By two members of our High School, George Overfield and Markle Wells, a job driving an ambulance—the Packer preferred. Wayne McEntire wishes a complete set of brake lining for his car. The old ones cause too much excitement by their high shrill note when applied. LeRoy Cook wants a stand or a good Freshman to suspend his saxophone on as it is almost as much as he can manage. LeRoy Everhart would awfully like some kind-hearted Senior to persuade a certain friend of his to return to school. A good bicycle by Stanley White, so that he may compete with the Sayre theater manager in running ...' one town to another. William Minor is willing to pay a reasonable sum to the young man who has a truck and will import some young Irdies to Athens. Gasoline is higher and Sayre is two miles away. Mr. Crediford would like a radiophone to get the broadcasts in study hall. Must be cheap. Donald Patton wants more bazaars so that he m y show his talent as a carpenter. Welles Kintner wishes a golf course to be fitted up on the High School roof. A1 Watson would like a gold megaphone. By several Senior boys, something to remind them of their honest debts. Anna Stevens and Girton Carle would like more encyclopaedias. Geraldine Miller would like a new set of Victrola records to compete with in making speeches in chapel. Wanted.—Comfortable footstools for the second Physics class. Wanted.—In French class, a shorthand stenographer to take down funny speeches; also to keep the sleepers awake. Wanted—Jerry’s beautiful eyes; price unlisted. Inquire of Wells. Wanted.—Pupils for vocal lessons; learn to sing quickly. See Nora Watson for particulars. Wanted.—Someone to translate L’Abbe Constantin without smiling; reward offered. Wanted.—Immediately; money for Seniors. Wanted.—Another hour each day in which to study English. Wanted.—Quickly; more pep in athletics. Com-? one, come all, and yell!!! Victoria Moore, ’22. CLASS WILL. We, the members of the Class of 1922, being of superior ability and better judgment than the rest of the classes of the Athens High School, who are about to leave our domicile of the past four years, desire to give and bequeath some of our qualities in order that they who follow us may equal the achievements that we have made. We therefore ordain and declare this to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills made by us. Except for a few minor bequests to be hereafter mentioned we herewith disinherit our natural heirs, the present Junior Class, for various reasons. The present Junior Class was made the heir of the Senior class of 1921; as they have thought themselves superior to the present Senior Class and because of their disrespectful behavior and conduct towards ourselves their elders, we are forced to this extremity. We have helped them when they have been heavily burdened, setting them on the path of prosperity when they have veered toward the path of iniquity. Oh, but it has been hard to meet with such ingratitude! We therefore leave the bulk of our estate to the Second Year Class, namely: Our possession of a highly-developed power in giving the law, setting the fashion for the entire High School, our genius or remarkable aptitude which we have exhibited through our four years of hard and faithful work. To a few members of the class we do give, bequeath and devise certain minor possessions: To Gertrude Quinn we bequeath Ida Powers’ dignified air and looks that she too may fool the public and the camera man in mistaking her for a teacher or a movie actress. To Stanley Harris we give Bob Page’s old army p nts so he too may look like a prosperous business man. To Frrd Powers we give Marshal VanScoten’s farming ability, because you never can tell but that it may come in h-rdy some day. To Job Morley we give William McKenna’s wonderful ability as a speaker. To Earl Dill we give Harley Henning’s talent as an electrical expert and inventor, so that he may follow the footsteps of our ingenious Harley. Lastly, we bequeath certain minor legacies to the Juniors because we feel they are entitled to them: To DeWitt Long we give one of Bob Page’s golf sticks for him to practice with this summer, because we think next year he will start a golf team. To Bessie North we bequeath Anna Stevens’ popularity among the boys of the High School. To Clifton Lynch we give Amos Crediford’s thoughtful jokes that he may furnish some entertainment to his class. To Dorothy Rockwell we leave Geraldine Miller’s sweater so that she will have a place for her letter

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ATHENIAN FAVORITE MOTTOES. Hazel Arnold: The inner side of every cloud Is bright and shining; I therefore turn my clouds about And always wear them inside out To show the lining. Andrew Bustin: A horse, a horse; my kingdom for a horse! Girton Carle: In the lexicon of youth which fate reserves for a bright manhood, there is no such word as fail. John Carpenter: Pin thy faith to no man's sleeve; Hast thou not two eyes of thine own? Rita Frisbie: A gay, serene spirit is the source Of all that is noble and good. Vivian Gay: I have the box where the smiles are kept. Edna Griffin: Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life! Seth Grodivant: People have got to work, and those who can and will work will be advanced by it. Harley Henning: Have a purpose in life, and having it, throw into your work such strength of mind and muscle as God has given you. Agness Koehler: True success is to labor. Pauline Leonard: The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel. LuElla Merrill: Study in your course of life to do the greatest amount of good. Alta Middaugh: Being happy is the first step to being pious. Hazel Middaugh: If you would have a faithful servant and one you like, serve yourself. Alice Miller: Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice. Geraldine Miller: In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of life, Be not like the dumb, driven cattle, Be a hero in the strife. Genevieve Osborn: It was only a gPd “good morning,” As she passed along the way, But it spread the morning's glory Over the livelong day. Catherine Perle: I chatter, chatter as I go. Ida Powers: Silence is golden. Linda Salsman: Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying. Marshall VanScoten: He holds no parley with unmanly fears; Where duty bids, he confidently steers. Nora Watson: I find earth not gray but rosy, Heaven not grim but fair of hue. Do I stoop? I pluck a posy; Do I stand and stare? All's blue. Aline LaMont, '22. OUR PICTURES. We Seniors had our pictures taken. And Oh, how said it is but true! They make us look so homely, We know not what to do. Some tried to look so pretty, And some smiled right out loud, And others wore a haughty frown, And looked so very proud. “Aren't they awful?” we all cried, Gazing at them in despair; It was such a pity, When we took such special care. So don't judge us by our pictures, When you see them in the book, For we know they are not handsome, But we're smarter than we look. Genevieve Osborn, '22. THE CLASS OF 1922. For four long years we've studied, We've worked with cheer and vim, To the best of our ability, Though our chances did look slim. The other classes aided us, And all our teachers too; At last we've made our record Of what we had to do. We've given plays and suppers, And we've worked in athletics too; But now that we are leaving, They're left for someone else to do. And now that we are Seniors We'll not forget our school; And may the A. H. S. remember The Class of 1922. Ina Merithew, 22.

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ATHENIAN «A.” To Wendell Andrews we bequeath Stanley White's military genius and his ability as a bright student. These provisions having been duly witnessed, we hereby appoint Leon Loomis, Theodore Hedrick and Manley Talbert as executors of this our last will and testament this first day of June in the year one thousand nine hundred and twenty-two. CLASS OF '22. Witnesses: Marshal VanScoten, Anna Stevens, John Carpenter. George Overfield, '22. PROPHECY. After completing a study of phrenology I became much interested in a new invention called the pro-pcrsonalitic. It is more commonly known as a photographic contrivance of personalities. It is used very much on the principle of a programmatic, but one must have studied and strengthened his power of perspicuity in order to use it. It stands about five feet high and is shaped like a pentagon. In front is a square piece of fibrous material which looks much like white gauze. The pro-personalitic flashes scenes on this screen while mtisic which harmonizes with the movements of the actors accompanies it. On a coriaceous substance I write the name and what I think to be the most dominant quality of the subject's personality. From this character sketch is deducted the forces which influence him in his life work, and thus the screen is an authentic report of his future work. I shall take for an example Ida Powers, who always was a very useful member of our class. The music has a sound which so many describe as homelike, but wait—the picture will decide her fate. I see her in an artist's smock. Whoever thought she hid so much talent, even though she was so fond of a certain painter! The next name which I give to this remarkable piece of mechanism shows a young woman demonstrating Wells' player pianos. She was the musician of the class, or better known as Jerry. The music changes to one of the latest comedy hits called “A Farmer's Son.'' Genevieve Osborn is the star, and as she turns to speak to her accompanist, I recognize Luella Merrill by her skill and rapidity in playing. The theater manager comes out and joins them, but not until he turns away do I recognize William McKenna's familiar walk. With a clashing of traps, William vanishes. In all this noise I see a large hotel kitchen and Marshall in the white cap of a chef. He always was fond of eating, but I thought it was hard work for him to be a cook. The trim maid who comes to speak to him is indeed Laura Horton by the capable way she carries her tray. There is a buzzing and snapping sound, and to my surprise Harley Henning's slightly-worried face appears with his new’ invention on his forehead which enables one to walk on water without sinking, so that in this wonderful age the Pacific ocean looks like Broadway used to. This great benefactor of humanity is now lecturing and for assistants he has Leslie Smith and Hazel Franklin. His advertising manager goes to speak to some reporters. He is no other than our old friend Ted Segar. It is a rumor that he will manage the Yale football team the following season. Now the sounds from the pro personal i tic remind me of the good jazz, but are still more agonizing than that, and who seems to be making all this commotion but Maurice Parks? He is madly playing an accompaniment for Mr. Cook's latest improvisation for the saxophone. Both of these artists have made a name for themselves in vaudeville. Next on the scene is a large leather-bound book entitled “Poems by Linda Salsman. This celebrated poetess is now travelling in Europe with her friend and companion, Marguerite Montgomery, who illustrates her poems. The music changes to a slow, dreamy tempo, and amidst the glaring lights of Broadway I can see a large playhouse which is featuring Catherine Perle supported by Andrew Bustin in “What's Your Hurry.'' It sounds like another Henry, but it's a Fordson instead, and John Carpenter is riding it. He in engrossed in a book entitled “The Best and Easiest to Harvest, by Amos Allyn Crediford. A large book is the next object flashed on the screen. It is a new edition of “Who's Who in America. As the pages are turned by an invisible hand I catch a name which holds my attention, “General W'hite, of Dallas, Texas. One whole paragraph is devoted to his military exploits and remarkable genius He is called by some a second Napoleon. Now the pages are turned backward as far as the G's. Oh, yes; I remember there was a girl in my class, Gay, both in name and disposition. It seems that she holds the world's championship for shorthand. Now the music is a march and I see the White House looming near, but it seems to be forming a background for the woman who is waiting to see the President. Who would have believed that Mar-rion Corneby would become a Senator? And her secretary is Victoria Moore. Swiftly this fades, and I am looking into a gym-