Canton High School - Monthly Yearbook (Canton, OH)

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exceptional merit. Forthwith, immediately, Mr. Shutt arises from his chair, seeks the center of the stage, and, with a voice most eloquent and manner dramatic, proceeds to favor us with a graphic portrayal of same, emphasizing all the while, the peculiar sig- nificance of each important phrase, raving ma- jestically over the depths of thought to which we could enter, thereby, and concluding with a laudatory tribute to the man who favored the world with such noble literature. But this literary man's fame does not end here. He is a joker and of a rare type. The entire school is brightened incessantly by his smile, and without him the place might well be labeled with skull and cross-bones. Fair and warmer tonight and tomorrow, with the exception of, showers and possible snow flurriesf' The weather man has made his prediction. Besides being official observer, Mr. Meyer is a member of our faculty. All our teachers are jokers, but Mr. Meyer is a real joker. He can get more good common sense fwe mean something to laugh atj out of a dry -physics book than most people can get out of his weather observations. He is one out of a school full of teachers who un- derstands that his work is to enlighten us with knowledge of his own and not to pull out of us what we grind out of the book, and even though he does seem to mix our test grades with thermometric registrations on cold days, we feel satisfied, when all is over, that our days in the physics and chemistry laboratories have been of all the most profit- ably spent. -- Harry Hazlett raises chickens, drills amal- gamated soldiers, coaches athletics, and then. if he has any time left, teaches school. Aside from the fact that it has a professor of noted ability, Canton High School boasts of one of the most efficient coaches in the state. The one thing dearest to this man's heart is to bawl a fellow out. From his ministerial throne in the big room he hurls verbal darts that mutilate the conceit of many an ill-man- nered youth, and then when we applaud, like the hero in a cheap stock-company production, he continues to read his morning paper much as though something had not been accom- plished. --- Mr. Silver is a mathematician., VVe under- stand that perfectly, but, still, nevertheless, he should not expeet us all to be such. The em-- ployment of a little more clemency on his 'part in regard to this would give us all better Trig grades, yet perhaps no greater knowledge. If you act like a gentleman and do a little dig-- ginggoccasionally he will hold you as his friend and flunking need not then be feared. Mr. Marshall treats us all like human be- ings. His Democratic ways appeal to us very eloquently. He has perfected in our school a system of commercial education that is greatly advantageous to its participants and of much credit to the school. p VVe have not had time to become acquainted intimately with our new principal, Mr. Shel- ton, and so, perhaps, cannot gage him quite accurately. The impression he has left with us after our brief relationship, is that he is a man of action, broad-minded enough to see both sides in any argument, capable of judging the better of two alternative courses, self- minded enough to prevent adversative persua- sion, and with sufficient will power to execute purposes. XV e know from past experience that he is deeply interested in athletics and in other things not strictly educational that help to make the outside reputation of a school. VVith a man like this at the wheel, we anticipate an advantageous and interesting future for stu- dents of Canton High. Our teachers won't let us tell the truth about them. H.-. VVe hope, in publishing this last issue-The Senior Edition of the Canton High School Monthly, we have successfully completed the rise of a great school paper. To all who were actively interested in the magazine's progress, great credit is due, andiCanton High School is eternally grateful. '

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journeys from the beauties and splendors on Mt. Olympus, through the laborious trials of earth, even down the River Styx unto the bit- ter depths of shaded Erebus. Though many of us have failed to get the grades to which we aspired, no one is ever heard to say that a square deal was not received at her hands. VVe leave her with a feeling of appreciative gratitude, wishing her many more Virgil classes 'as capable and inspiring as the one which was last her pleasure to enjoy. And when he wasn't doing something else, he was fixing his necktie, -but Mr. Pottorf is generally doing something else. He is one of that class of teachers, oh so small, who are personally interested in the success of every one of their pupils. He is one of that limited number of instructors who realize that a period spent in teaching the practical lessons of life with the help of a good story is more val- uable than many periods of ordinary scho-ol drill. We like Mr. Pottorf and we like his jokes and wish him much success in future life. i- VVhen VValter S. Ruff left the High School to take up his regular profession of defend- ing the innocent and obtaining pardon for the guilty, the student body lost a true friend, a capable instructor and an all-around good fellow. If, in future years, there comes a time when crooks and criminals are no more and his profession becomes a dead one, we sincerely hope that he will return to the old school and in his amusingly intelligent way and with the vocabulary distinctly his own. take up again the work of teaching the younger generations how to vote. A stage where every man must play a part and mine a glad one. Somewhere in the building you will find Miss Deissle with a bashful little boy, laying the foundations for a future Demosthenes. Everybody that graduates has to give an oration, and it is she who corrects our manuscripts and coaclxes us in our speaking until with all the eloquence of a Cicero or Burke, we can make the big building tremble before our lips and send reverberating echoes through the spacious halls. For Friday afternoons, she arranges little programs, dramatic and literary, carry- ing them out most effectively and at the close of the term coaches our class play. In gen- eral, she is a leading factor in all those things which make school life at C. H. S. a time of pleasant memories, and we hope she will ever remain here as in the past, quickening the life of our dear Alma Mater. Life is more than three meals and a bed. It has always been the good fortune of our school to have among its faculty members, one at least, who by her unselfish sacrifices and gentle ways, could teach us the nobler things to be striven for in life. While stenography is the subject she teaches, we generally remember Miss Bachtel as an im- petus not to the material progress of our lives but rather to those higher aspirations in the contemplation of which we recognize the things of the world as necessary only in the attainment of a greater end. Und in den funkelnden Augen Sind Liebe und Vtfonne und Gluck. VVhen you Hrst begin your study of the German language, Miss Schneider talks at you with a line of Deutch that is perfectly bewildering. You look at her in astonishment and with an expression accurately blank. A satisfied smile then illuminates her coun- tenance, and as you behold her thus, you re- alize the above quotation. When warm weather comes, look out! More Dutch than you may imagine is concealed by that auburn hair. Discouraged by Sophomores, disgusted with juniors, indignant at Seniors, she is liable to do things which you cannot gratefully appreciate. But just keep sweet and then all will be well. I live on the sunny side of the street, shady folks live on the other side. Every- thing goes on quite smoothly in English class until one of our authors makes a speech of

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