Findlay High School - Trojan Yearbook (Findlay, OH)

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THE BLUE AND GOLD Page Twenty-four Thus another year had passed, And we came again at last ' To the walls we hold so dear For our fourth and final year. It was a. line day in September, How well we shall remember The many things that ensued- Pleasures enjoyed, grades rued. W'hen a couple of weeks had rolled away Our president called the class to say That eighty-four pupils could share In the class' important affair Of electing officers for the year, Who could serve and appear At ease before the class. And thus it came to pass That after the ballot was cast, After all the voting was done, Announcement was made at last The following students had won: Hugh Houck took the presidency, And we all know that he Has filled his office day by day In the most satisfactory way. Edwin Hall was vice-president, A fellow who it seems was sent Into this world with a smile, At least he has one all the while. Mary Houck handled the money so well That again to her the duty fell To hold our class' enormous budget NVhere nobody else could budge it. Harold Carpenter was our secretary, He can write accounts airy Of any meeting or class event So that no one will dissent. NVe must admit that this year Our rhetoricals did not come near The perfection they might have done, But we lament for laurels none, VVhen we have talent nothing dannts, As shown by the cast in Penzance. We know yon'll like this Blue and Gold, And as you read it again when old, Remember thtat we passed four years, Many of us with trembling and fears Lest we should fall by the wayside, Nungiered with those who have mentally ied, Until we our prize should win And carry away a crisp sheep skin. These years have not been all song, They have seemed slow and long. But with regret we leave you now, Each one upon his lips a vow That as the rolling years go by, He'll hold up the standard of Findlay Hi. And thus may each succeeding year Make our memories more dear. THE TALE OF SPY fContinued from Page 91 Look thar, said jake, those fellows are comin' right at us. We'd better hide, they might be Hunsf' Yes, said Wilkins, they might. But before you go take a good look at them. Gad, the one looks like a Britisher. The other one wears a spiked bonnet, sur. What does he want with dat-er Britisher? That's what I've been wondering, Jake. It may be the one is a German in a British uniform. At any rate we had better crawl down here in this shell hole and wait. It was not long before the two men in question passed by where Jake and Wilkins were hiding. They saw the one in the British uniform give the German something. It's time for us to follow, said Wilkins. VVe must get those fellows. They trailed them for some distance, then in a very dark spot, after a severe struggle, they seized the two men. It was very diffi- cult for them to get back to their own trenches without being detected by the Boches. The prisoners were taken to a dugout and now for the first time the Brit- ishers recognized their captives. Wilkins summoned his commandant to whom he told the whole story of the capture. I must go to Freules immediately, he said. I give you full command of this trench and be sure to take good care of my prisoners. At daylight Wilkins entered the village. What was all the confusion about? Then he remembered this was the eighteenth day of May. W'ould he be in time? He hastened to the barracks. The quartermaster was not there. He reeled, his head whirled, and he ran, he knew not where. Lookout, if you go any farther you will be shot, he heard a voice shout. What? VVhere could he be? There before him stood the firing squad, with guns to their shoulders. And there-there was Jeane. She looked very tall and commanding. On her lips was a fixed smile. He knew that was her pride, her unfaltering courage. NVait, sirs, shouted Wilkins, waving a piece of paper in the air, I, Captain Wil- kins, command it. The entire crowd turned with eyes fixed on the newcomer. The firing squad auto- matically lowered their guns. Free that girl, he commanded. Then in a high and excited voice he told the men of his adventures. And, he said, the one I captured was Smith, our trusted Sergeant Smith, the other, the German officer, Stroebel, who so suddenly disap- peared. Here is a paper I found on Smith which will prove my whole story. There come the prisoners guarded by soldiers. A trial followed at which many were pres- ent. Smith and Stroebel were found guilty. Their sentence was given, To be shot at sunrise, May nineteenth, Sergeant Smith, a traitor, john Stroebel, a German spy. Captain VVilkins sought out Miss Paget. Oh, jeanef' he cried, I knew you were innocent.

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THE BLUE AND GOLD Page Twenty-six Some of you uninitiated probably wonder what all those initials after the names of the members of the commercial course mean. I will tell you. VVhen we are able to write on the typewriter at the rate of forty words or more a minute, net, we are given a certificate by the Underwood Company. The procuring of this certificate has nearly turned gray the hair of some of its lucky owners. After we can write forty words a minute and do it very artistically-very, remember- so that it satisfies a board of examiners at New York, we are admitted as life members of the O. A. T. You all know what shorthand looks like. Well, it is just as hard to write it artistically as it looks to be. When we attain a high degree of accuracy, theory, and artistic ability that will pass the New York board of examiners, we are given life membership in the O. G. A. If we still hanker for further honors we can try for the Superior Merit Certificate. The possess or of one of these certificates is considered to have reached the apex of shorthand penmanship and constructive ability. . You juniors and all other commercial classes that follow in our wake will have to exert your- selves to your fullest extent if you wish to outclass or even rival the class of 1918. Take our advice and organize a S. C. C. It will help. You will be come better acquainted with your fellow classmates. You will become accustomed to speech making. You must do all this and much more to equal the championship class of 'l8. We hope you do better than we have done. You must do better if you wish to make a success in the ever advancing commercial world. Before I close I will give a list of O G A Underwood Credmal Waldo Powell Huldah Brucklacher Leroy Davis Odetta Spxtler Merl Welger Orea Williams Elise Chatelain Edwin Hall O. A. Edwin Hall Merl Weigcr Belva Bldinger Ruth Corwin Leroy Davis Frank Ifishbaugh Mary Gillespie Edwin Hall T. Anna Lang Kathryn Mullholland Audrey Seguine the honors taken by members of the class of '18. W'ill you be able to surpass it? M C. S. Edwin Hall Leroy Davis Elise Chatelain Waldo Powell Odetta Spitler Orea Williams Merl Weiger Leroy Temple Orea Williams Harold Carpenter Elise Chatelain Ferol Funk Frances Miller Archie Matheny Henry Taylor Merl VVeiger 1930 HALL OF FAME. I shall always consider the best guesser the best prophet.' Cicero FOREWORD The following letter was written in Buenos Aires on September 6, 1930, in reply to a request of Miss. Genevieve Taylor, editress of the Morning Republican back home in Findlay, as to what had become of the Class of 1918, that most illustrious class which was ever graduated from Findlay High School. As the editor thought the letter might be of interest to the readers of this magazine, many of whom would probably remember the people mentioned therein, part of it has been reprinted here. It was originally published in the September 30, 1930, edition of the Morning Repub- lican, during Old Home Week, when many former residents were coming back to renew old acquaintances and review Auld Lang Sync. When you asked me to locate all the members of my class 09185 in F. H. S.. I was in a quan- dary. I thought of that old song, Where, Oh Where, Are the Grand Old Seniors, which concludes with the words Atoms lost in the cold, wide world, and agreed most heartily with the author. Finally I decided to go to the American consul, our old friend, William Hosler, for help, As luck would have it. a boat from the U. S. A. had come to port that morning, and one of the passengers, Mr. Hugh Houck, was having ani interview with the consul when I arrived. So I was privileged to see two old classmates at the same time. Mr. Houck, as you probably know, is president of the International Wireless Company, Ltd., and he offered me the use of his wireless to get information from the four corners of the globe. With the aid of Mr. Hosler, Mr. Houck and Miss Pauline Hoppenberg, pri- vate secretary to Mr. Hosler, I have obtained the following information: Mademoiselle Ardinelle Joahnze, the noted prima donna, will open her season with a concert at the Lyric Theatre, Bloomdale, Ohio. Assisting her are Mlle. Huldah Brucklacher, violiniste and contralto, and Monsieur Lestre Maurerre, pianist. who has studied extensively in Russia. Carl Hoyer is a valued member of the police force of Mlortimer. while Henry Taylor is Justice of the Peace in the same city. Carl's physique always did point towards the police force, but I can't imagine Henry meting out justice to speeders, and, least of all, performing the marriage ceremony. A pretty little romance has been enacted at the Hancock County Orphans' Home. Miss Marian Wells has been the matron there for several years. One of the members of the Board of Directors. John P. Crates, became so enamoured of her sterling qualities, that wedding bells will be heard in