Findlay High School - Trojan Yearbook (Findlay, OH)

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Page imwuxgyw X Twentytsix JUNIOR CLASS

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T H E I3 L U E .HX N D G O I, D THE HISTORY OF THE JUNIOR CLASS Perhaps it was my hard day of study that made me sleepyg perhaps it was that big supper I had eaten that made me uneasy. .-Xnyway, I know it was those mince pies that made me dream. Scene after scene Hitted across my mind and that much-traveled road, the Past, again played upon the screen of my mind. Once again I was a Freshman under the wise and sedate guidance of Miss Kiefer, romping playfully on the nice front lawn of the Lincoln school, or casting awe-tilled looks at that teeming center of work, grades. and teachers-soon to be my abodekThe High School! Ah! Can I ever forget Armistice Day and that glorious time we all had in yelling days of Class fights when one saw a Senior fiag Haunting in the breeze every time he turned his head? Those were days of real joy! lNote-There has been a Senior Hag up for a rnonthj. And with this lny internal disturbances subsided for a while only to revive with two- fold intensity later. This time, as from a haze, I saw our great exchange, the assembly room, and realized that I was again passing through that hustle-bustle only allowed on the first day of school. I, among some others of my low rank, sought seats as near to the eastern side of the assembly room as possible, only to be disappointed some two weeks later and placed in a seat befitting my size and rank tfront rowyl. Months passed by and my wandering mind focused itself on that great day for the Sophomores, when, after the school had been canvassed by both Seniors and juniors, we Sophomores sold more Xmas Seals than either of the other classes. It was then that the upper classmen realized the power of our efforts and our willingness. At this point my reveries underwent some violent agitations coincident, I suppose, with those all-important examinations the last week of May. As a whole, things went well, however, and soon we were casting uneasy thoughts into the future when we would be dignified juniors, and more would be expected of us. Three months elapsed, and again I found myself strolling the halls of good old Findlay High School, inspecting the new throng of Sophomoresg and commenting on this or that as was now our privilege as dignified juniors After all things had been arranged to the utmost satisfaction of our good friend but severe dictator, Mr. Finton, and work had been started in earnest, our class decreed that the helm of our Ship of State should be placed in the hands of one Donald Gassman, who has directed affairs as only a born leader and speaker can. Up to this time we had all dreaded our turn at Rhetoricals. At last the storm clouds of stage fright gathered over our heads. The storm broke-a few sentences-thunderous applause-everyone will admit the success of our Junior Rhetoricals. Our class play, Officer 666, will long be remembered in more than fanciful dreams as the best class play ever presented at the high school by all those who were present. Tales of its success, and the appreciation of the public would fill a book. The last picture which presented itself before my troubled mind was that of the junior-Senior debate. The result, not long in doubt, is indicated by the junior colors which have been Haunted before the eyes of the Seniors since that time from the folds of a much-coveted debating banner adorning the south wall of the assembly room. Now the cavortings of my over-stuffed machinery began to subside. and my visions also. As from out of a great gloomy silence, I heard my mother saying, Oh let him sleep. VVe'll not make him study tonight. Tomorrow is the last day of school. -FRANK SLICK, 122. HISTORY OF SENIOR CLASS CCuntinue'nl from Page Twenty-one? And when they had become old and infirm, the King summoned them before him and ordered that a passport be given them to the new land of the great beyond. And then he advised and counseled with them, saying, My children, for four years have I watched thee, thy sins and thy virtues, thy weaknesses and strong points. And I have tried to teach thee concerning what is good and to distinguish good from evil, to cling to that which is good, and cast from thee, that which is evil. Soon ye shall pass out into the great beyond never to return. Many shall be your trials and tribulations but if ye have been dutiful, ye shall survive, for hark ye. it shall be a survival of the httest. There are two paths, the one straight and narrow, with ditiiculties hard to surmount but with a wonderful goal: the other. the primrose path to poverty, wretchedness and misery. And ye shall take the path that ye are fitted to surmount. And ye can never take the other path without having returned to the starting point. In other words, ye can never start right without getting rid of the factors that bid ye tread the other path. Hesitate and ye are lost. Choose wisely, then, the straight and narrow one, be honest, conscientious, hard' working and ye shall succeed. I need say no more: go yet forth and remember that ye are the makers of yourselves, your future and your destiniesf' Thus passed away the Children of King Darius and he was alone until the follow- ing year. -RICH.-XRD Xl,-XRTZ, '2l. Page Twenty-seven