Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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TI-lE1911AI.IVlANAC Merrell turned to Almroth. IYhy didn't you take that chance? he demanded. It was yours. replied the short-stop. Aren't you the 'Sense- less Taker? The next batter was Elizabeth Stem-our class poet. She addressed the pitcher: IYoodman. woodman. spare this stem. D' yuh mean I'm a l1IocH1c'ml? grinned Stockton. Nay, nay. fair sir: 'twas only play. quoted our poet. The pitcher then pitched the ball. Bliss Stem swung sturdily. Sfr1'kf.'ffor your altars and your fires, quoth she. as she missed. Again came the ball. Fried she, Strike!'for the green graves of your siresufand did so. The third ball sailed up to the plate. Elizabeth gave the last line- God and your native land. Then she landed on it. ,It flew far and high. Tigges sprinted back. One of the club women exclaimed peevishly. He'll catch it ere it come to ground. And Herbert did. IYhereupon her neighbor exclaimed. He has killed a fly! A third jealously sneered. He Fllllldllif miss it! Emmy Seubert strode up to the plate. Put one over. bo. ll'lieve me, kiddo. I'll kill it ! she sang out. Swish! came the ball. C'rack! went the bat. Double! Double! shrieked the Shakespeare Club in joyous unison. It was. and this put Gertrude Sampson on third and Emmy on second. Uh, joy! was the latter's only comment. One of the club-women happily exulted. Tlzerefv but one rlou'11. Dorothy Seagrave was next at bat. As she walked to tl1e ho111e plate. our Class Poet teasingly quoted the old jingle. There once was a Miller. who lived by the mill. Dorothy blushed prettily-you all know how she does it. She missed tl1e first ball. Strike! exclaimed Miss Ritchie. A feminine Shakespeare lover in the grand stand started to ad- vise l1er. I would sacrificefu she began. Not being made for a martyress. Dorothy ignored the advice. Swinging strongly she met the sphere squarely a11d drove it to right field, where Wiarwick was delivering a splendid oration to no one in particular. forgetful of the fact that he was playing ball. So Dorothy made a hit with the boys but she remained single. The hit placed her on first. Emmy on third. and scored Gertrude with the first run of the game. The next batter was Zelma Smith. She hit. The ball naturally went straight to Kelly. Varl was so surprised that before he had time to think. he inadvertently stopped it and threw it to l'tley. who tossed it to Teeple. Lawrence put out Emmy Seubert as she slid for home. and thus completed a brilliant double play. Uut at first! Out at home! decided the umpire. I wasn't out. Miss Ritchie. I was safe! I don't care. that isn't fair! I think you're mean-IYade l'tley-you horrid old thing! T6

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Tl-lE1911AI.MANAC The originality of the plan seized the fancy of the citizens. The newspapers took it up and boosted it in a half-laughing fashion, and the idea soon became so popular that it was adopted, perforce, by the Council. Speeding over a long and dry delay in choosing the teams, let us at once proceed to the place and day of the game. Swayne Field was packed, crowded and jammed with people. The two teams were composed entirely of members of the Class of 1911. At first thought this might seem like an unbelievable coincidence, but mature cogitation will convince you that nowhere could eighteen finer young men and women be found than in the ranks of our old class! The line-up was as follows: Tom Almroth . . . . , . , Gertrude Sampson . ,,...,. s.s s.e'. Elizabeth Stem . , . ,.., c.f Tom Merrell . . . . . . .3.b. Emmy Seubert . . , . ,.., r.f 1Yade 1'tley . . .... . . . l.b. Dorothy Seagrave . . . .... 1.b Howard Yvarwick . . . . . .r.f. Zelma Smith . . .... .,.. Q .b Herbert Tigges . c.f. Geneva Reinhart . . .... 3.b Carl Kelley . . .. L. 2.11. Hemfetta Hannan ,.., . , ,l.f George Stockton . .p. Alice Gavin . . ....,...,.... c Lawrence Teeple . . , . . . . .c. Blarjorie Sutherland . . ,..... p Russell Rabbit . . . . . ,l.f. Cmpire, Bliss Ritchie A small, weak voice cried out. Play ball! and the game was on. Not to waste your patience or n1y pencil. it will be enough to say that for eight innings neither side scored a run. It was an even battle and fiercely fought. The ninth inning opened with the girls at bat. Gertrude Sampson selected a gigantic bat. worthy of the Sampson of old. and walked up to the plate. There she stood, bravely striving to hold up the eno1'mous weapon. There was a large crowd of women in the grand stand who repre- sented the Shakespeare Club. They had noticed that many of the phrases in Shakespeare's plays applied. in the 20th Century. to the slang of baseball. To show men their knowledge not only of Shakes- peare. but of baseball. they had decided to converse about the game only in sentences quoted from his plays. Accordingly. at this junc- ture, one of them cried, Look! He's winding up: bye and bye she'll strike. It was true, Stockton tied himself in various kinds of knots. tbeau-knots. no doubtl then let loose the ball. In her fright at its speed poor little Gertrude tried to duck. But the ball hit her bat. She stood stupefied. Run ! yelled En1n1y Seubert who was coaching at first. She did. The ball bounded out to third. hlerrell was just cracking a joke with a hard shell and was not ready to meet it. He foozled it and Gertrude was safe at first. 75

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Tl-lE1911Al.IV1ANAC lVhy did yo11 catch that hall? .Xnd as for you. Carl Kelley. I'll n1'1-cr speak to you again! lYhy llltlllit you get o11t of the way when you saw it C'OIl1lllg2Q?u As usual. Z1-hna was getting 1111111 at everyone. No 0119 SCUIIIOII XV0l'I'l0Cl, however. for tl1ey knew it XV0lllCl not last. The ganie IIOXV stood l-0. favor of the suffragettes. with half an inning to play. The girls took tllimll' places i11 tl1e fiel1l. Play hall! called tl1e llll1IJll'C. Marjorie looke1l El1'0llI1Il at tl1e tea111. lYhy. where's our left fielder? she exclaiined. lYhere's Henrietta Hannon? questioned tl1e girls i11 chorus. No o11e see111e1l to lil10NY. After several ininutes' wait. Henrietta rushed i11 tl1e park gate and hreatl1lessly in1luire1l, ...XIII I late? The Sl19l'l1 unipire fI'0XVll0ll. Yes! You are fined five pi11k- slips. lYhy. Bliss Ritchie, I lllllllf think that's .f111'r. The alurnz clock 1I1'1I11'1' go off. It XVEISIIII my fa11lt. I Villlil get up XVIIIIUIII an flfllflll 1-101-lr. 1Vobo11y can. lvhy, f1n'l11f1' can't- Young lady, 1lo you wa11t to he put out of tlllt game? inquired tl1e unipire. Several fans. thinking they heard tl1lll1Cl9I'. llllt up lll1ll7l'0llilS. Ht'Il1'lE'tI2l suhsided and tl1e ganie K'0IltlIlllQtl. .Xhnroth was fi1'st up. He walked over to tl1e plate Zlllil llllllllltell a i'll2ll1'. ready to hat. Marjorie XV0l1l1ll up to pitcl1 witl1 lllllCl1 tl1e 5111119 111otio11 as Stockton. No llllllllt they llilil pra1'ti1-e1l it together hefore tl1e ganie. just as they had rehearsed the love scene from The Rivals. Toni Thuinh 111et the hall with a nl.'l'ilCliH wl1icl1 SOIIINICII like 0116 of his seventeenth Ct'llIlll'j' jokes Elllll arrived safely at first hase. Hardly l1a1l l1e gotten there XVl16ll one of tl1e Sliakespeare quoters anxiously exclainied. He will steal. a111l sure Gll0llg1ll,'TOI11lI1Y was off like a l.I'ljQl1tCIl0ll jack-rahhit a111l slid into second hase safely. Merrell W2llliCll i11to tl1e hatter's hox Zllltl stood hraving tl1e glances of lovely Lydia Languish. the pitcher. He swung at the hall witl1 a savage look i11 l1is eyes. Instead of hitting it over tl1e fence. however. l1e Ullly knocked a high foul. Alice Gavin. the catcher. tore off l1er niask and waite1l. It dropped witl1 terrific force. hut sl1e caught tl1e fo11l safely. Our niinstrel hoy turned illld said. Dat gal illll de wuss chicken tl1ief 1lat I eher come i11 contract wif. I'tley lazily picked up tl1e hat Elllll smiled at Marjorie. Nice, easy one. please. he drawle1l. He l1it tl1e hall gently toward tl1ir1l-hasewoinan Geneva. She was so surprised-as sl1e might well he-at receiving soniething l.l'Oll1 YYade. tl1at sl1e got all halled up illlfl 1lroppe1l tl1e hall: WllOI'Cllp0Il sl1e was -ill2lXYlE'Ll out hy l1er tealn 111ates. lVade got to first while AlIl1I'Otl1 stopped at tl1ird. Looking at our prophetess, 0116 of the Clllll-XVOIIIEII SllCCl'Qil. A poor player! ll