Crooksville High School - Crux Hi Skan Yearbook (Crooksville, OH)

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S r it i a r 011 a bb (£ n 1 n r s BLACK AND WHITE € I a b b 3U nut r r LILY OF THE VALLEY fR 11 11 0 IN MEDIAS RES $rll Rickety ax co ax co ee Rickety ax co un Seniors. Seniors 21 TRI BUTE ,4s the time for commencement drains nearer ire realize lane keen 11 ice shall miss the class of '21. Von have train earned a good name for 1 ourselves,, by so nobly su yxjrting old ('. If. S. Though yon are gone, you irill not be forgotten, and irhen yon go out into the irorld we wish you the same success that has been yours in our dear old school. li e trust that your alma mater will live long in your memory and that you irill often risif her. jrmoits (Senior (floss of '22)

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“Last Will and Testament of Class 21” The Freshies, bless their little hearts, to them we entrust the care of next year’s Freshies for more than likely they will have to be wheeled in baby-buggies next year. In Witness thereof, The Class of Nineteen Hundred-Twentyone has here unto set its hand, to this, its last Will and Testament of said Class at Crooks ville, Ohio; This--day of-------in the year of Our Lord One Thousand Nine Hundred Twenty One. “THE CLASS OF 1921” By William Weaver. In addition we recommend that the following commandments be observed by Junior girls in particular and all girls in general:— 1. Thou shalt not walk in the counsel of the ungodly swain for he will lead you astray. 2. Accept no lord but one and his commandments obey. 3. Thou shalt not taketh the rolling pin in vain. 4. Honor thy teachers that thy grades may be long which they giveth thee. 5. Thou shalt put away thy powder puff and not destroy thy beauty which the Lord thy God has given thee. 6. Be beautiful that you may enter the kingdom of society. 7. Thou shalt not commit flirtation. 8. Love thy husband as thyself. 9. Cultivate not awkwardness but be of grace and dignity. 10. Change your mind often and keep it clean and pure

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Slack an Iflhitr Colors of Class '21 It is quite difficult to put the mystic significance of our colors in words. To those who are unobserving and thoughtless, they appear curious. White and black—light and shade —good and evil—light and darkness— day and night—virtue and vice—joy and sorrow—life and death—yes, even heaven and hell—all these opposites are symbolized in the colors we chose and blend together as the emblem of the principles for which we stand. Would life be complete to any soul who might only pass through the “white” experiences of the world? Could we become truly strong, if we were to meet only the bright sunshiny things along our way? Do we not need darkness in which to grow and develope latent power? Yes, we blend the black and white, Mingling darkness with our light, To divide our day and night! No half measured life we ask, Strength far greater than our task, Watered milk to fill our flask! Out with any life so weak! ’Tis for full grown tasks we speak, Foemen worth our steel we seek! Sorrow will enrich our joys; Life rebuild what death destroys. Balance bringing perfect poise. W’eigh with measure just and right, While our vision holds in sight, Life’s at-one-ment—black and white