Cuyahoga Falls High School - Cuyahogan Yearbook (Cuyahoga Falls, OH)

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RE-ECHO MY SOUL ANO I Three things I see that soothe my soul, With their wondrous grace: The shadows ’neath o’erhanging rocks; A rounded tree standing lone in a field; And a saffron bud in a slender vase. Three things I hear that lure my soul To the open way: Smooth waters slipping down to the sea; A shrill halloo from a distant hill; And a far cock-crow at dawn of day. Three things I know that draw my soul Back home again: The throaty singing of frogs in spring; The lowing herd at the bars in the lane; And a mother soothing a child in pain. —Crimen I’rimiim THE ABSENCE BLANK Here’s to the absence blank. Tha'. thorn in the student’s side, For with this cruel thing within our walls From tests he ne’er can hide. Then here’s to the wayward student, Who wastes his time by the brook. When along comes the absence blank And he’s hanging on a hook. Then on a little line below The parents, they must sign, That’s only so the student Won’t hand the faculty a line. Then next in the logical order of things Comes that awful, horrible test, For which to find hard questions The teachers do their best. Then comes the little average— About thirty-five per cent. Not till after he has flunked Does the wayward student repent. Then here’s to the absence blank, The Layton-Faculty pride, That hard, cruel thing in a hard, cruel world That the hard-boiled students deride. CONFOUND THE THEME Confound the theme! I try to write, But all my thots have taken flight. I wildly gaze from earth to air; I pull my un-offending hair; 1 look for subjects left and right! Sometimes when I am feeling right— 1 his is not always my sad plight— I dash themes off—that’s on the square! Confound the theme! Well, guess I’ll wait until to-night, It may be then I can indite A theme without this wear and tear; But now—by all the Gods 1 swear That not a subject is in sight! Confound the theme! LOST 1 flung my soul to the winds; I cast my heart on the sea; And I thought that all I had given Would surely drift back to me. The wind and the sea have robhed me. And the moon has stolen my lyre, Now only the embers are glowing In the gray of a dying fire. SUNSET A glorious vision is seen in the west— 1 he rays of sunset on the white mountain crest, 'Fhe wonderful tints of the western sky Reflect all their glory on mountain peaks high. 'Fhe red. fiery orb through all is seen 1 n a soft, hazy glow—a mystic sheen ; At last it goes down, unseen till the morrow, And in this new radiance the mountain peaks cower, ’Tis a wonderful work of an invisible hand. The Master Painter of sea, sky and land, No earthly painter however bold, Can paint the tints and the shades of gold, For the Master Painter of earth and sky Alone can paint the heavens high. Margaret McKinley.

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10 RE-ECHO As they came to the place where Sir Bedford stood, Sir Erf would have turned back but Sir Layton encouraged him. Plunging forward, Sir Erf struck Sir Beford one blow; Sir Bedford fell. The fifth and last was conquered. Then before him Sir Erf beheld the Trolley- League Grail. Clasping it in his hand, he rode back to King Richardson’s Square Table and was met by Sir Packard with the royal can opener who released him from his heavy suit. Marion Orth, '21. THE MEMORY HOOK CRAZE Margaret McCorkle The Memory book craze is a wonderful thing, —“it is not like electricity,” it can be seen and heard everywhere around us. All the study periods are used to compile these interesting vol- umes. Why, some people even have the audac- ity to look at them in classes! Memory books are as old as the hills—I im- agine Eve used to carry around with her a lock of Adam’s hair, or the acorn she picked up down by the creek where she met the snake that memor- able day. One of Cleopatra’s hand-maidens prob- ably snipped off a piece of Caesar’s robe when he wasn’t looking so that she could, in years to come, tell her grandchildren that Julius had given it to her, entreating her never to forget him. And I can just see Josephine snitching a button off of Napoleon’s uniform one Sunday afternoon when he came to call on her. Why, just the other day I was one of a large group gathered about one of our popular “sheiks” snipping pieces off of his tie—gorgeously flower- ed—to put in my memory book. Tuesday, while searching for a volume of Hawthorne’s stories, 1 found a book that had been used in school by my grandmother (it was a terrible looking Eng- lish book—filled with definitions—by the way). In the back 1 found the familiar verse: My pen is poor, My ink is pale, My love for you Shall never fail. It is the very verse I have seen so often in modern memory books. Then, too, there was one I hadn’t heard before, but which I will probably revive. It ran like this: 1 love you Maggie, Yes I do, Believe me Maggie, For this is true. So you see—as I mentioned before, memory books are as old as the hills. HINTS Perhaps it would be a good idea to give the new pupils entering the C. F. H. S. a few hints. In the first place we want pupils who can keep up their studies and still not be what some peo- ple would call them—a “dead head.” We want pupils who can take part in athletics, debates, ora- torical contests—or—if they can’t do that, we at least want them to be interested in the school activities and do their part of the boosting and backing. There is nothing a public likes to see better than a crowd of High School boys and girls, standing back of the active members of their school and boosting them to their utmost. We hope that this little hint will help you through your High School career and make the student bodv be proud to sav that you went to the C. F. H. S. Edna Inland. CHEERS A cheer for the black and a cheer for the gold, A cheer for Falls Hi, too, A cheer for the basket ball captains And all the players good and true, A cheer for football, baseball and track, A cheer for every team of the gold and black. A cheer for the black and a cheer for the gold, A cheer for Falls Hi, too, A cheer for the oratory speakers, Who won us a cup or two. A cheer for our good debaters, Both the old ones and the new, A cheer for the black, a cheer for the gold, And a cheer for Falls Hi, too. Marion Orth, '21.

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12 RE-ECHO TO THE SENIORS Crawling so slowly towards commencement and fame, U made fun when we started, hut we’ll get there just the same. Yelling and jeering was all that we got After eight years of hard climbing you sure made it hot. Hullv Gee! such a time as we poor “Freshies” had, Often your remarks made us feel quite sad. Gosh! the names we were called but when all’s said and done After all ’twas just fun, and out came the sun. For we saw that the high school was made for us, too, And we joined right in, in spite of all you could do. Last, but not least the boys started to dress. Like the grown up boys with long pants and a vest, School, up to then, was a hard run. but still we had fun. High School is fun, so we are thinking now, It’s hard, but you did it and we all know how. Margaret McKinley. OLI) FALLS HIGH I. ’Neath summer’s sun and winter’s sky, We’ll ever love our dear Falls High, And learn our lessons day by day, That we in life may make our way; And when school days have passed us by We’ll turn to thank our Dear Falls High, For all the problems we shall meet And pass them by without defeat. II. I he day will come and we shall leave Our dear old school, but shall we grieve That we must join the ranks of life And enter boldly into strife? Yet all through life our thoughts will turn— To school days, and our hearts will yearn For days that now are passing by, So give a cheer for Old Falls High. Fannie Year gin. THE FATE OF ’24 See the steam take mystic shape: Let ’24 now hear their Fate. Here’s Clarence Snyder a pirate bold And Stewart Thayer with bags of gold Hale and Cox stand hand in hand Already bound for romance land. Here’s Willard Fisher for pulpit dreads And Hillman’s voice in opera leads. While Florence Jones seeks the West To put lone Conroy’s fears at rest. Ah! A brighter vision do 1 see A blushing bride is fair Bernice More wedding bells for ’24 Dorothy Preston and Theodore. Oh! How bright the steam doth glow Here’s a circus in the glow Hinkle lifts a half-ton weight Palmist Mills is reading fate. Lillian Searle’s a fancy rider Robb and Burton ride beside her. Here’s Edna Thrash in tinsel gown Frank Francis just a sportive clown Who stirs the crowd to loud guffaws For all his jokes were once his pa’s. See! In dignity they march Heinlen’s made a famous starch Don Mealev’s a wise M. D. Kathryn Richardson runs society. Roy Black’s a suffragett, Carl Edwards plays a gold cornet. Two wise spinsters 1 decry. Leona Hales, and quite nigh Is Irene Lipnicky—well forsooth! They were haughty in their youth. Helen Roethig will teach some day Gladys Hamilton go the self-same way Lonas Phillips a lady charmer Gordon just a steady farmer. Clark Williams, a noble cop Makes all the ladies’ hearts go ker-flop. Neva with her count doth hold Parties in a castle old. Mignon wins dramatic fame Art Smearman builds a monoplane. Forrest Richardson stands with bomb in hand The greatest socialist in the land. A studio in gay Paree Claims Ruth Courtad and Knoske. Now the vision fades away And ’24 have had their day. Evelyn I loch, June, 1924.