Gnadenhutten High School - Goal Yearbook (Gnadenhutten, OH)

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Page Twenty-eight THE GOAL DEBATERS LEFT TO RIGHT-Dorothy Gilmore, Franiis Nussbaum, Alma Kinsey, Albert Sind- linger Cstandingl, John Gray, Edward Milliken. DEBATES Rah! Rah! Rah! D-e-b-a-t-e-r-s! We the students of G. H. S. certainly feel that we have a right to cheer for our debaters, first because they are among the best debaters in the State: second, because they can beat any other debaters in the county when it comes to a show-down. Do you know that out of the ten inter' school debates in which our school has par- ticipated we have won nine? For four years a silver loving cup has been awarded to the school having the best debaters, and for two years Gnadenhutten has held it, and quite fully have we decided to take first place again next year, then the silver cup will be our permanent possession to help adorn our own little trophy case. The inter-school debates this year were held on April 6th, The question being, Re- solved, That the Open Shop is to the best interests of the American People. There were two triangular debates, Tuscarawas, Strasburg and Gnadenhutten forming one triangle, while Mineral City, Bolivar and Sugar Creek-Shanesville formed the other. Our negative team, Edward Milliken, John Gray and Albert Sindlinger Calternatej, re- mained at home to defeat Strasburg in an animated debate with a score 303 to 285, While our affirmative team, Dorothy Gil- more, Francis Nussbaum, and Alma Kinsey falternatej, went to Tuscarawas to deprive them of their long-hoped for victory with a score of 306 to 297, thus Gnadenhutten be- came the victor of the T.-S.-G. triangle. were now ready to combat with the We winners of the other triangle, had it not been for the fact that a. week before the debates the principals and superintendents decided to eliminate the final debate this year, and award the cup to the school hav- ing the highest score on the night of the triangular debates thus Mineral City, due to the fact that she scored high in one de- bate, became the proud possessor of the silver cup. But beware Mineral City! Gnadenhutten is not out of the game yet. -Alma Kinsey

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THE GOAL Page Twenty-seven 305 'C un T Qjlwona, C .3 J if 'nd MTEW The ultimate value of our literary socie- ties is unknown. The budding prodigies in oratory, in politics, in literature, in salesmanship and in science put forth their first efforts for the light impelled by the force of our literary societies. Those who take part in them become accustomed to standing before an audience and speaking and finally to thinking on their feet. This ability is needed by everyone, especially by those in public lifeg it is trained by practice in extemporaneous speeches. Even our fu- ture presidents may take their first lessons in moving the world to great issues by their eloquence, at our literaries. Our sales- men may get their first experience in con- vincing people by taking part in the de- bates, which have the added virtue of bringing prominence to the town. Our scien- tists obtain their first experience in writ- ing up their discoveries either for other scientists or for the public. Our literary men and women get their start in writing stories, essays, and poems. Some people have already begun to acknowledge the value of giving young authors a start. Mr. O. C. Wheland offered prizes for the best essay on the Monroe Doctrine. The Gnadenhutten Bank offered a five dollar gold piece for the best origin- al story written by a student. We are cer- tain therefore, that our patrons approve of developing lite1'ary genius, and we feel sure that they will support us in trying to de- velop the other geniuses of our school. We know, nevertheless, that even geniuses are sometimes indifferent. Consequently to stimulate interest, our societies compete with each other. Their names are Shake- spearean and Lincolnian. Every two weeks, the last periods of Friday are taken for a meeting of the societies. Their leaders bring in judges from outside the school to say who gave the best recitation, which side won in the debate, and so on. Each number counts so many points. The so- ciety whose members have obtained the highest total of points at the end of the year wins. We think that interest will be heightened also by each society's retaining for the next year those of its members who are still in school. New members will be chosen from the new pupils coming in. In this way we hope to be more able to say next year, as we say this, that those who graduate from this school are trained to be- come the nation's greatest men and Wom- en. -Edith Healea

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THE GOAL Page Twenty-nine LITERARY The Gnadenhutten Bank early in the Fall announced their intention of presenting five dollars in gold to the high school student writing the best original story. The stories submitted were sent by Mr. Begland to Mr. Samuel Loveman and Mr. Harry E. Martin, both of Cleveland, whom he had chosen as judges. The following letter was returned with the manuscript: Cleveland, Ohio, April 20, 1923 Mr. Sam Begland, Gnadenhutten Bank, Gnadenhutten, Ohio. Dear Begland: X I want to congratulate the Gnadenhutten Schools upon the work that is being done in encouraging the literary talents of the students. Whether at home, in the profes- sions, or in business, the use of the wr-it- ten or spoken word, illuminated by a bal- CONTEST anced imagination, is a big factor in win- ning and in retaining friends and success. You may be sure that I enjoyed reading the short stories you sent me. They all show promise, and future practice and cul- tivation should bring excellent results. Therefore, I have words of praise for the writer of each manuscript sent. Which Concerns a Romance is, in Samuel Loveman's opinion as well as my own, the best story in the group. It takes precedence over the others because of its singleness of effect, its unity in point of view and characterization. It is good, too, in grammatical and rhetorical construction. I am returning the manuscripts with this letter. Best wishes to you and any inquiring friends. Sincerely yours, Harry E. Martin VVHIOH CONCERNS A ROMANCE It all started with Sally Lou. No one ever denied that. And Sally Lou being a chicken, and a dead one at that, can neith- er affirm nor deny. So we take it for granted. I first became acquainted with Sally Lou as I was about to leave Aunt Jane's farm. We were sitting on the front porch of the little gray farm house, Aunt Jane and I, watching the sun sink behind Crag Hill. Uncle Tim had gone to hitch up, and with- in 15 minutes, we would be jogging along through the glorious May night to the near- est railroad stationg whence I would catch the next train for the city. I had enjoyed one day's vacation. The current of conversation turned from sunsets to sleep. Beats all how them mosquitoes do bite, vociferated Aunt Jane. I declare, I jes' can hardly get a wink o' sleep fer the pesky critters. Why, they jes keep a-hum- min' an' buzzin' in yer ears 'till it drives ye mighty nigh franticg an' ta save me I can't see what the good Lord made 'em fer-they -, why if there ain't Sally Lou again! I followed her eyes and caught my first glimpse of her highness. She was a big yel- low Orpington, and from the way she strut- ted one could easily see that she was queen of all chickendom. Anyhow, in her own estimation. I have ta chase that hen to roost every nightj' explained Aunt Jane, indignantly. And tonight I'm jes' clear tuckered out. I've a good notion to let her go. I'd be afraid of skunk, I replied. Just watch me. I'll catch her. And I set my travelling case on the top step and started merrily. Howd'y do, Sally, I began, approaching cautiously. Clu-u-u-ck! Ready to go to bed, old lady Cluck, clu-u-ck! Well, I believe I would if I were you. You know Ben Franklin said,-you know Ben Franklin, don't you?-well, he said: early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. I-er-asup- pose that would apply to chickens, also. She ruffled her feathers and snipped at my outstretched hand. Oh now, I remonstrated soothingly, 'Tm not going to hurt you. If you'll just come along nicely now-for I don't want any trouble. But Sally Lou was of a belligerent sort of mind, and when I tried to pick her up, she skillfully eluded me and beat a hasty retreat toward the orchard. Now if there is anything on earth that rouses my ire, it is to have something slip right out of my grasp like that chicken did. And so off I went, following in her tracks, and she, perceiving my pursuit, set up such a clatter as only a hen can make, and re- doubled her speed. So did I.