Canton High School - Monthly Yearbook (Canton, OH)

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of a reputation established by a brother or sister who has gone on before. Foiled again! We leave this dangerous ground and hurry to another system of self-torture. This is found in the observations and conclusions of the hard-headed man of the world. He looks at us with a bitter taste in his mouth and scorns us for reading the classics while he has been reading the ticker of the financial world. He rudely destroys with a word, yea, with a glance, our Himsy structure of dreams and romance, and brings us back to earth with a shock. XYith a grunt of despair he goes back into antiquity and pulls from the archives of the ancients the record of some villain who said that we couldn't spell! lVith greater malice still, he points out that our midnight picnics are dangerous to lifeg but we can't help that his boy happens to be a Junior. His ideas of his own adolescent period are vague myths and therein lies the difhculty. Let us Class TUNE- eo1-UMm.x, THE I. Uh class of nineteen eleven, Our own class that we love so much, XYe will cherish and love you foreverg There never was or will be such. lllay the mem'ry of thee never fade, llut stand out distinct till the lastg Then, class of nineteen eleven, Three cheers for the four years just past. REFRAINZ Three cheers for the four years just past, Three cheers for the four years just pastg May the mem'ry of them never fade, Three cheers for the four years just past. hope that he may take counsel with himself and profit thereby. As the fable taught us,we cannot please everybody, for if we attempt it we shall please nobody. So, pushing back the seemingly lu- dicrous, we see the good and true qualities of each individual shining from the depths of each animated soul. Love, purity, and hon- esty cannot be purchased on the stock mar- ket. but the seeds of each lie deep in each heart awaiting development. Thus, a knowledge of our own defects helps us to attain a certain degree of perfection, but the knowledge can- not be gained by a consultation with a mirrorg it must be obtained through other ears and through other eyes. May the Power then answer our request and bestow upon us this gift that we may see oursels as ithers see us. ROBERT H.xRTM.fxN. Class Humorist Song oem or THE OCEAN. II. Oh the Canton High class of eleven, ls the best that's ere gone from the town: NVQ belong to it and will boost it, For you can't keep a good class down. They will rise spite of all you can do, And will ever go on towards success. Then hail to the class of eleven Of our own dear old C. H. S. REFRAINZ Of our own dear old C. H. S., Of our own dear olcl C. H. S., Then hail to the class of eleven, Of our own dear old C. H. S., ,

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The days of fairy stories and the days of invisible garments-in which we once lived al- most as a reality-are past, and now We have arrived at a place where opinions for good or evil are passed upon us as a direct result of the fact that day after day the populace feast their eager eyes upon us. Nothing will help-we must submit to the obvious. Thus far we have assumed that to be seen is not a pleasing process, but, of course, we dare not state a law in this case for a conclusion on that subject is optional with the individual. Having hinted that the affirmative of this question might be considered, I turn to our young ladies for their sanction. Oh, yes, if we could only see ourselves as others see us! The smiles of amusement and the tears of sorrow would be mingled to- gether, but out of it all would come the great and good lesson which many of us have failed to learn. XYe are blind to those of our de- fects which can be remedied, but our virtues, small as they may be, we pass thru lenses un- til they have become magnified a thousand times. Such is human weakness! Such is Senior vanity! Let us ask ourselves the question,-What thoughts pass through the minds of the under- classmen, for instance, the Freshmen, on ob- serving us? At this point a doubt might arise as to whether or not the Freshmen have enough of this material thru which thoughts could pass, but we assume it as a fact and pro- ceed to the execution. In the first place the Freshman's opinion is simply exalted. 'This being the case, we must be careful lest we speak the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. One of the first things that he notices, as the Seniors go to and from school, is that these highbrowed recipients of learning are totally devoid of books. No precious folio is pressed to their studious bosoms, nor are their eyes bleare-.l by continuous burning of the midnight elec tricity. This impresses his simple mind,- the above noted,-and he quickly decides that the Seniors know everything and therefore have no use for books. I-Ie, of course, de- cides to do likewise. Observe the tragedy! He bravely and manfully discards his five pon- derous volumes-not counting notebooks and tablet-which, taken collectively, have almost drawn his young frame lopsided in the short space of three or four weeks, and leaves the school room a free-child. But, woe! alas! he has not reckoned for the morrow! His auditory appendage is seized unceremoniously and his wailings are heard throughout the lower halls. His hat, too, after a few days of openmouthed inspection, appears at a very precipitous angle, but the Senioric effect in somewhat lessened by the fact that his grade- school friends proceed to make his life bitter by offering easily understood, sarcastic allu- sions to his occipital enlargement. He has learned a number of lessons since and,- f'For a' that and a' that, Don't laugh at him for a' that, Because each Senior here tonight Was a Freshie once, for a' that. If we poor mortals could see ourselves as the Faculty see us, our eyes would be opened to many more stranger things than I can men- tion tonight. No doubt they look upon us with the greatest favor at this particular mo- ment, but we cannot blame them, considering that we may have some inclination to return the compliment. In the first year they could not miss the chance of amusing themselves, many times at our expense. In the next year we became unruly, and the hand of authority fusually armed with a demerit padj descended heavily upon us. In the third year we were impertinent, and they avoided us. Now things have changed. Now, the Fac- ulty, realizing that three years of dignified reserve have profited them nothing, conclude by reductio ad absu1'dm11, to be at least pleas- ing. They make the effort, but, Oh the irony of fate and the terrible truth! You can't teach an old dog new tricks, neither can he learn them himself. But, after all, there are many sparks of humanity among their num- ber, who look at us with favor, but we hasten to add in the same breath that their frail opinions are usually founded upon the strength

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Valedictory In one of the most successful little dramas of the year, Israel Zangwill, an eminent author, conceives this vast domain, America, as a melting pot. XYith their eyes on the Statue of Liberty the marvelous multitude from for- eign shores come abroad to be blended into the liberty-loving American. This wonderful, pulsating theme, when properly produced, can- not help but impress upon any thoughtful per- son the truth and sublimity of the Hgure. just imagine our giant ocean-liners traversing the seas with their cargoes of human freight,- the raw material for the Crucible of God. .Xt first the Great Chemist saw Ht to form his alloys from such ingredients as the Penn- Xew England Puritans and the Carolina French g but this was only the backbone of our nation and not the destined Final product. XYith the passing of years came the new throngs of immigrants, thinkers, sol-- diers, craftsmen and political refugees with their customs and ideals. Then these were dumped into the mould and after generations of fusing, a mixture of leaders is produced- leaders of finance, of education and political sylvania Dutch, the economy, such men as Oscar Strauss, Henry Yan Dyke and Abbot Lawrence Lowell. Ah! but that is a vivid picture for the artist of detail: the massive pot, the seething metal, the floating impurities, the clouds of steam, the flying sparks, the painful heat the red- tongued flames, the blinding glare, the poison- ous gases and the frightened Watchmenl Each characteristic of this crucible has its counter- part in the most progressive country in the world, America. But what significance does this picture bear towards our Alma Mater? Cannot our High School be called a melting pot, if, during four long years, there have been a melting, molding and combining of the elements of character, if, during four long years, there has been a fusing of individualities in preparation for the more severe tests of future trials? Indeed, it has ever been an ever-changing process. lYe were constantly stirred into action by the firm ladle of education in the hands of noble, well-meaning instructors. At times this imple- ment swept through the boiling liquid without a murmuring ripple, and at others this all- powerful influence has but succeeded in pro- ducing a violent eruption of discord and a shower of sparks. Many men have denounced the length of time required by our system of education, but do they forget that the metal which is grad- ually heated and then held at that degree of temperature is the most satisfactory for prac- tical use? VVe have just emerged from such a process, not where education may be poured into the cranium as if into a pitcher, but where silent, constructive, persevering and humane forces have effected a virtual change. Four long years of heating and welding, a very slow procedure, but we leave the cauldron, purified for the next step in the process of elimination. Each particle in the sizzling mass has had its substance m-aterially changed, either losing part of itself for the welfare of the whole or becoming alloyed to the molecules of honesty and friendship. From this crucible there have oft arisen dense clouds of vapor, the discordant element of the scene, and swiftly have these discarded elements of weakness taken their upward flight. But what has become of the retarders and the laggers-on, those who form the refuse in the crucible? Woe unto these! As soon as the scum was formed, year by year it was scooped off the top, and .when the Huished product, the Class of 1911, shall go, the slag will remain at the bottom. Fellow Classmates: Each year the tested product of the local melting pot is liberated. Each year new raw material is prepared for the freshly-fired crucible. VVhen we take leave of Canton High, we must be replaced, for America, the big melting pot, must have its alloy of burnished gold and modest silver