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

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16 HI-TIMES Vi any amount they desired if they would part with these much-loved desks! No doubt such a sale would bring tears to the eyes of many teachers who have witnessed much of the carving, hut money is money, you know! —Ethel ll'ujhhergcr. A FRKSH MAN'S FIRST DAY in high school As he walked up the long curving walk, which led to those two heavy doors beyond which lay the unknown, the unexplored, and the unconquered, the Freshie paused mo- mentarily to more closely view the building which would he his study—perhaps his prison —for the next four years. As he looked at it, it semeed to assume a little less forbidding aspect, hut still there was a great desire to go back to the grammer school from which he had come. This was so different here. It made him feel very small and insignificant, much like Gulliver in the Land of Giants. Why, there was a fellow who had just gone into the buildings who looked big and old enough to be his father. Maybe it was one of those faculty members about whom he had heard vague, uncertain rumors, but still, the fellow acted more like a student. Oh, well, what was the difference—that fellow wouldn’t mean a thing to him. The immediate project was to get inside the school, and put himself in some corner where everyone wouldn’t look at h’m as though he were some rare curiosity. It was annoying to have people look at him that way, it made him feel as though some- thing were wrong about h'm, but a quick searching glance over his person always showed him that evervthing was as it should be. St'll —whv couldn’t people stop looking at him like that? Wasn’t he merely a freshman and undeserving of such attention? Finally his mind slipped away from such musings and. mustering a bold front, he marched bravely into the school. As he reached the door, he faltered, but the thought “Now or Never” flashed into his mind, so he continued, and immediately found himself in the midst of a babbling, confused crowd of people. Then he heard an authorative voice say “Everyone go into the auditorium, please.” He had scarcely settled himself in one of the front seats, middle section, lower floor, and began wondering where his friends were, when someone sa d, “Say, these seats here are re- served for upper classmen; Freshman, sit in the balcony.” File presence and words of this seemingly eminent personage overawed him, and he made haste to obey his commands. He finally managed to find a seat in the balcony near some of his friends, and there he estab- lished himself till the assembly was over. Then, in accordance with an announcement which had been made, he made his way to the lower floor where he received h s schedule for that day and many others to follow. If he had thought that he was having trou- ble before, he was thoroughly convinced of it now. His schedule was perfectly plain,—hut how did they manage to put the rooms in such unheard of places? It seemed to h'm that Columbus had a much easier proposition in discovering America than he had in discover- ing some of his rooms. Why, th’s beat that mythical Labyrinth he had heard so much about! It seemed that when he was on the third floor hunting a room, someone told him that that room was on the first floor, and thus it went throughout the day. As he went into each classroom the teacher seemed to look him over appraisingly, and he wondered what opinion they had formed. Then after he was seated with the rest, a naner was passed around to sign names on. Then the teacher began a short discussion of the subject and ended up by saying that each person would have to provide himself with a book at a certain price from her, or procure himself a second-hand one from the office. That discussion, and notice of the necessary purchases reminded him of a med- icine show h° had once seen. And worse yet, it seemed that all the teachers said the same thing. The monotony of it was broken for a brief time at noon, but commenced again immediately at 12:30. Finalh the long after- noon wore itself away, and he was free tem- porarily once more, after spending his first day in school. As he betook himself homeward, accom- panied by some of h:s friends, he wondered if he’d ever lose that self-consciousness that had trouble him, or would all the days seem as long and monotonous as this one had ? And would he ever manage to learn the system of numbering the rooms? That, however, seemed impossible. Nevertheless, if that Fresh- man could have pierced the wall of t me, and co'dd have seen hims°lf as a senior, his aston- ishment would have been unbounded. —J a m es G er mn n.

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HI -TIMES ---EV all the horrors of the Spanish Inquisition. 1 sit gazing out the window at the sights and sounds of the busy street. Suddenly a question is fired point blank at me. What shall 1 do? There in the midst of my day dreaming 1 am brought back to earth with a start and no idea of what 1 am supposed to say. For a while then 1 listen attentively with mv mind a jumble of scientif.c facts and fig- ures. My brain reels. All 1 can see is formu- las. formulas, formulas, and not a one do I know. The hands go around the clock as though there were weights on both of them, until at last, it comes, the bell of freedom, the joyful sign that there will be no more Physics until the next day. Hut the memory of that room still lingers. What is thunder? Where does electricity come from? How does a storage cell work? “Oh death, where is thy sting?” —Alar (jar et M cK in ley. When You’re on tlie Literary Program I There’s the funniest feeling around your heart, Every little sound makes you start. You say it, you think it, you look at the clock. Then say it some more and feel your knees knock. II 'IV rest of the program goes so slow You’re the last on the list you already know. Your eyes burn, your ears roar And you wish you could crawl through a hole in the floor. III You fold your hands and wiggle your feet. Then comb your hair and try to look sweet. Then all of a sudden the president stands, Calls out your name and the rest clap their hands. IV You start for the platform, your heart all a-quiver, While your voice slides down and touches your liver. T hen von begin and talk along ’Til Hip! Hurrah! There goes the gong. V It’s over, it’s over, it seems to say, It’s over until some other nice day, And you with a feeling of great relief Leave the stage and forget your grief. —Catherine Deeds. Literary Digest Reports Reports! How I hate and fear them! Why is it that as I read the article in prepara- tion for recitation, 1 can think of a wealth of material, and many remarks to make on the article. I imagine myself making a brilliant speech to a group of classmates held spell- bound by my eloquence. I hear myself hailed as a female Patrick Henry. However, as the fatal moment approaches, my courage is some what diminished. I dread hearing my name called. Frantically, I try to recall at least one statement made in the article. At last, when the suspense has be- come unbearable, my name is spoken in sepulchral tones by the teacher at the desk. I arise. Through the mist 1 seem to see a sea of faces. The silence is terrifying. With parched throat, I begin in a halting voice to speak words which sound positively idiotic. 1 cannot recall one word of the article, and at last, after floundering about for what seems like an hour, I give up in despair and sit down. This has seemed like the longest two minutes 1 have ever exper- ienced. The class, on the other hand, have appar- ently perceived no outward change, although it seems to me that my face must have been red as a lobster. Probably three-fourths of my classmates have been so busy thinking about their own talks that they have not heard mine. All that effort and worry for nothing! Such a life! —Florence Austin. HAND CARVED DESKS Since antique furniture is coming back into style. Falls High certainly is right up-to-the- minute! Anyone entering any of the numer- ous class rooms is instantly attracted by the many hand-carved desks. Some poor student, dreading the thought of being forgotten upon leaving school, has, as a last resort, taken it upon himself to carve his name into his desk in such a manner that it will remain there until the desk crumbles in ruins. In a few rare cases the carvers have even added a photo- graph to the name! If taken to an antique shop these desks would command a large sum of money for, even though many of them are comparatively new, they certainly have the appearance of furniture used by our earliest ancestors. If the school is ever in need of a sum of money, I am sure they could obtain

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- HI-TIMES 17 !V THE FIRESIDE The firelight flickered and glowed in the gloom Sending strange, fantastic shadows into the room; The fire danced and crackled in unbounded mirth And the embers glowed as they dropped on the hearth. 1 seemed to see in the firelight, the days of long ago, When in care-free youth I knew neither care nor woe. 1 closed my eyes and smiled in extreme con- tent, And dreamed of the days that had long since been spent. 1 lived once again in the dear days of the past, Then I came to myself with a start at last; 1 shivered with the chill that comes to the old And the fire, like my youth, had grown dim and cold. —Margaret McKinley. FRESH IES IN GENERAL Once there was a freshie green, As green as any 1 have seen. He came to Falls Hi full of vim, ’Cause nothing scared him—“no not him.” But, oh, the throngs of girls and boys, They were wet blankets to half his joys, He’d been a “big toad in a small puddle,” But now he found himself i:i a muddle. And then the miles and miles of hall And rooms galore—but that’s not all! T'he lockers where you jammed and jammed And go the door on your fingers slammed! When everybody shoves to get through, They never th’nk of poor little you. Did you ever hear a mournful shout Just when the bell rang, ’cause the books fell out ? A shout it was—it couldn’t he other— For a FRESHIE can’t swear as good as h's brother. Now where is the freshie, you may ask. He’s wearing a dignified “Senior’s” mask. And he’s as “CLEVER” as he thought at first, For he’s appeased the great book thirst. But if he goes to college for more He'll have the same trouble he had before! SO DON’T GET YOUR HEAD TOO HIGH ABOVE GROUND OR YOU MAY STUB YOUR TOE AND COME 'FUMBLING DOWN! —Leona Taylor. What Does Mr. Roberts Think About in Assembly? Every Monday morning at ten o’clock the three upper classes of Falls Hi are called together for assembly. Mr. Preston leads the student body in song, after which Mr. Roberts makes a few announcements and then gives the floor to Mr. Richardson for the re- maining time. It is during Mr. Richardson’s speech that we wonder what Mr. Roberts is thinking about. If we could read his in- nermost thoughts they would probably run as follows: “Well! 1 am glad these announce- ments are over, they sure are a bother, some- times. I wonder what the weather will be tomorrow. 1 suppose it will be clear, but I wouldn’t dare say so to the student body. I wonder why Mr. Yost always goes to sleep, surely Mr. Richardson’s talk is interesting to- day. 1 wonder if I have enough coal in for the winter. Gee! 1 hope 1 don’t have to run to the store as soon as 1 get home tonight. Why doesn’t that girl sit up in her seat? Those Seniors certainly have poor taste. I wonder if their party will he a success? 1 do hope those rough necks will stay away this year and not interfere with other people's pleasure. But I remember when I was young. I used to do the same thing and I’ll bet Mr. Richardson has, too. Oh—can’t Mr. Bopp see that those boys are disturbing the whole assembly? How can some people be so blind and yet see where they are going? I hope Richard doesn’t get the chicken pox; I hear there are quite a few cases around town. There Mr. Richardson made an error—he said far- ther instead of further. I wonder if any of the students noticed it. Some of those Sopho- mores are worse than the 8-B’s. Just see that boy chewing gum. 1 wonder what brand he is advertising? Look at those Juniors talk- ing. Sometimes I wonder why they publish a newspaper in this town. 1 hope my wife has lemon pie for supper because I sure do like pie. Look at those boys walking right out. and there goes Mrs. Smith, too. Such nerve! Well! My mistake, 1 guess the assembly- period is over. There’s another half hour well spent. —Martha Todd.