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

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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.

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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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18 HI-TIMES c- THE BOYS OF ’26 With Apologies to Oliver Wendell Holmes AS SEEN IN 1956 We’ve a trick, we young fellows, you may have been told, Of talking (in public) as if we were old: Walker we call “Doctor”, and Jim we call “Judge”; It's a neat little fiction, of course it’s all fudge. Zimmerman’s the “Speaker”—the one on the right; “The Mayor”, excuse me, his right name is George. Mark’s our “Member of Congress” we say when we chaff; There’s the “Reverend,” Bob’s his name,— don’t make me laugh! “Curt’s” a boy, we pretend, with a three- decker brain, That could harness a team with a logical chain; When he spoke for our manhood in syllabled fire. We called him “The Justice”, but now he’s the “Squire”. And there's a nice youngster of excellent pith: Fate tried to conceal him by naming him Smith; But he shouted a song for the grave and the grand; He’s singing “Grand Opera” all over the land! Then here’s to our boyhood, its gold and its gray. The stars of its winter, the dews of its May! And when we have done with our lip-lasting toys, Dear Father, take care of thy children, The Boys! —Bert Ewart. “WHY?” (Speculations Coneerninij Some oj Our Family Men) For weeks, aye, for months, our minds and imaginations have been tormented as to the why and wherefore of many characteristics of our faculty men. Can anyone explain to us why Mr. Roberts always rubs one hand against the other while he speaks? We have pondered long and seri- ously on this but have never arrived at a defi- nite conclusion. Is it to stimulate the flow of thought or is it merely to stimulate the flow of blood so that his hands will become warm? We shrug our shoulders and shake our heads—the problem is too deep. And why, may we ask, does Mr. Smith always seem to hug himself when he talks? Is it habit ? Or is his favorite song “I Love Me?” We wonder! Ir. Yost’s blush is noted throughout the school. Indeed, we are quite sure that some day it will become a school tradition. What causes it? It is very becoming of course, but we wonder if it isn’t rather inconvenient at times. Another question we have wrestled with in vain is how Mr. Bopp acquired such dignity of manner. Did he really acquire it through zealous effort, or is it an inherent quality? We suspect that it has been acquired as an asset for his profession. In fact, we have every reason to believe that he has not always been so dignified. At college (so we have heard) his nickname was “Isaac”. Now the word “Isaac” means laughter, which doesn’t harmonize so well with dignity unless, of course, it was dignified laughter. Why is Mr. Preston perpetually optimistic? Doesn’t he ever have moments of depression? And why does Mr. Cruikshank always appear so calm and unruffled? Doesn't he ever get visibly excited? We sigh in despair, for, though we puzzle and rack our bewildered minds, these ques- t.'ons still remain unsolved riddles. —Lucy Brady. WILLY PLAYS FOOTBALL Sing a song of football, Carcass full of bumps, Willy’s jaw is swollen, No, it’s not the mumps. Willy is a half-back, It’s the pace that kills; Father’s at the office Counting doctor bills. Mother’s in convulsions, Worrying for fear That her darling Willy.’ll Lose his other ear. Sister’s making bandages, Aunty’s making splints, W.’Ily takes it bravely— Do-sn’t even wince When the grizzled surgeon