Granville High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Granville, OH)

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BLUE AND WHITE 1 that time conducting a white elephant sale on the steps of the Capitol Building, for the benefit of fallen politicians. But Mr. X had a far more important mission. He entered the Capitol, rushed through the hall, fought his way through the outer office and burst in upon Presi- dent Megaw and Russell Pierson holding a conference about the great iishworm strike along the coast. Russell, although his real work was holding down the posi- tion of United States Administrator of Marriage and Divorce Laws, was Coy's right hand man, and assisted him in all the problems of the nation. Mr. X broke in upon their discussion and after an introduction, it took no persuasion to receive a pardon from the warm-hearted president for all misdeeds. Then the whole cabinet took a day off to hear the ex-convict's story. When it was finished, President Coy remarked upon the unusual luck of Mr. X. To this the reply came, My luck is all due to a purchase I made before leaving the peni- tentiary. It was a small ill-shapen doll called the gwelphwop, invented and de- signed by another of our old friends, Miss Frances Davies. They told me it would bring good luck when I bought it. Then after a brief pause, Mr. X remarked in a slow, thoughtful manner, Say! Old G. H. S. '22 has the same old friendly, good natured spirit it always had even though it's members are scattered and famous. Well! Even the teachers predicted a glorious future for us. E - THE PRECIOUS GEM N Far, far a-way in the mystic jungle a tribe, of men lived at the foot of a great mountain. Every evening they would gather around a great fire and whisper wierd tales of moon-swept trails, huge monsters, and sudden death. There was a youth, Amah, in the tribe who was very strong and brave and he loved the daughter of the chief. But no man could marry' this beautiful maiden, Mayah, u.nless he brought to her the beautiful gem which the moon-god had hidden. There was a tradition in the tribe that the all-powerful moon-god had hidden the gem in a circle of trees. Many men had searched for them but in vain. As Amah listened to the tale he resolved to find it for Mayah. Many miles he went always on foot, meeting many dangers and always overcom- ing obstalces. He was always ready to help his animal friends. Then one night he had a vision. Far upon a barren mountain he saw a circle of pine trees. In the center Mayah danced the wierd Tawi to the moon-god. On her brow glittered the gem in the mysterious light of the moon. Now, Amah had never thought of going up the mountain for it was so barren and hot that nothing could grow upon it. But he remembered his vision and began the hard journey. When he had almost lost hope, he saw a strange animal. It was small and very faint for lack of water. Quickly he restored it to life by giving it the last of his supply. Then he lay down to rest until night. It was so very hot that Amah found it impossible to travel in the glaring heat of the sun and so he lay hidden in the caves until night. When he awoke the little animal was by his side. It spoke to him. Look! it said. There is your reward for your kindness. I am the messenger of the moon-god. All your life I have watched you. You have always been kind, brave, and fearless. Go and get the gem. Amah looked and not far away stood the great circle of trees. He sped toward them but stopped ere he reached the spot. He heard music-wierd, sweet, enticing Eiusic. He looked and there in the center of the circle stood Mayah beckoning to im. She held the precious jewel in her hand and said, I am not the daughter of Muchi, your chief. I am the daughter of the moon-god. He has chosen you to wed me. Look, here is our dwelling. Then the trees changed into a magnificent temple. Instead of the sound of the wind moving through the trees, the beautiful chimes rang out. Mayah and Amah stood in the garden, the fragrance of sweet blossoms was wafted to them on the gentle breeze. The moon shone down on the happy couple shedding its silver rays in benediction on their dwelling. MAYME ZETTA JACKSON, '22.

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BLUE AND WHITE Rushing to the scene, Mr. X recognized another of his old friends, Clair.Lacock, now an expert radio manager. Clair, equally glad to meet his former companion, took him to his mansion to spend the night. After leaving Newark on board a freight train, Mr. X alighted in a seemingly wild portion of Kentucky. But, emerging from a brief stretch of woods, he came face to face with a uniformed man, leader of a boys' military academy and athletic trainer for the wonderful academy track team, no other than George Wolfe, still pos- sessing his pleasant manner and happy grin. . A strenuous trip to Chicago followed, constantly bringing new oiiicers and new difficulties. But when once at his destination, rest greeted him in the slum district where he was provided with ample lodgings by the noted slum reformer, Thelma Wright. She had become intrested in the work during a Sociology course while in High School and was now known the continent over for her great social reforms. The morning after his arrival a headline in the Chicago Tribune met his eye It read, Noted Journalist to visit Chicago soon. Miss Mayme Zetta Jackson will speak in Victory Hall for the benefit of the new slum reform movement under the auspices of Miss Thelma Wright. A haven in a storm, a barn on an Iowa farm proved almost fatal for our friend. But just as the prosperous raiser of pigs and corn was calling the police, Mr. X burst forth with Don't, Johnff Sure enough, it was John Everett, famous for his mighty yyeailtgi and deeds of charity. John was aided in his work by his loving wife, Suzanne io e . . In Des Moines, Mr. X was just evading the jail when a large sign on a sky- scraper met his gaze. It was advertising Miss Kathrine Rohrer, President of the National Confederation of High School Girls' Glee Clubs and 'advisor to those at- tempting operettas. Assisting her in costume designing, costume making and stage designing is Miss Hazel Johnson, showing great originality and art. From Iowa a blood and thunder mining town of Arizona was sought out. Here a holiday was in full swing, for it was election day. Each candidate was allowed one vote for his opponent and four for himself. As the winning candidate was casting his last vote Mr. X strode up and spoke in his droll fashion, Well! Congratulations, Iielang. CI hope you win. And lodgings were provided for Mr. X by the future mayor, e an ase. A job was obtained for the convict in a very small purifying plant for gasoline. This plant was owned by the successor of John D. Rockefeller, Miss Lorna Jones. At that time, her' millions were kept in Campbell's soup cans under her bed. How- ever, before meeting the owner of the plant Mr. X was traced by an officer and so left in a hurry. In his flight he stopped at a farm house for food and so renewed his acquaintance with another school mate, Sarah Randolph. This young woman is working with the art of cross-pollination, her latest discovery being ping cabbates in the shape of a lilac bush and hand-painted purple roses. On the adjoining farm, Miss Catharine Richardson was occupied with a similar trade, raising chameleons. Her latest art is making them change to a polkadot elfect. She is now working to cause a change to plaid and striped design. Mr. X's next journey was to San Francisco. Here a great play attracted his attention. The name of the famous actress seemed to be familiar, but he was unable to place it. The actors being revealed, as the curtain rose, proved that his thought had been true. The leading lady was the same Hazel Gosnell whom he had known in his school days. She, like the rest of his class, had risen to a lofty place in the world. VVhile waiting at the stage door for her, he met two others of his acquaintance, namely, Geraldine Ackley, Paris fashion designer and protestor against the pro- longing of the present styles, and Mary Chessir, superintendent of the net work of compressed air traveling tubes. Mr. X spent a delightful evening with the small reunion of his class and, on his statement of his intention of returning east soon, was invited to ride, free of charge, in the newly invented vehicle of Miss Ches- shire. This was accepted and thehfollowing day at 9:15, he started on his journey, arriving at New York five minutes later. In New York, thinking himself far from his G. H. S. friends, he entered a con- fectionery parlor where, to his amazement, he came upon Bernice Welsh, the owner of the place and inventor of Welsh's Orange Juice. She owned her own factory for making this and while showing Mr. X over the place, confided in him to the extent that she told the receipt for making the mixture. This receipt consisted of apple cores, banana seeds, and water cress. While here, Mr. X told of his meetings with so many of his classmates to which Bernice added that he would find another member of the class as the most noted and best president of Princeton Seminary. This was no other than Kfnneth Breeze. Miss Welsh also told him that a former friend of his was now president of the United Staes. Ah! a chance for aid. Mr. X wended his way to Washington where the iirst thing he heard of was Mary McLain, charming hostess of diplomatic Circles of Washington. She was at 1

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16 BLUE AND WHITE A NUT-FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT Zip! Just a gust of wind. No! There was a number plate on the back of it. One could merely catch a fleeting glimpse of it, for true it was in this case, He who hesitates is lost. The driver of the wind was a speed fiend. He had graduated from college the year before, but, as his father was rich, he seemed to have no inclination to carry out the ideas he possessed when he had taken his law course. He just loved speed. On this particular day he was not simply speeding, however. He was going to an alumni reunion at his alma mater, and, with a hundred and fifty-six miles to go, the accelerator seemed to have an unusual attraction for his number eights. About Hfty miles of speed told the sad tale of engine trouble. h He opened the hood and gazed at the useless contraptions in a mood of helpless cursing. Then he made his way to the nearest farm house and called a service car. While the engine expert was looking over the unfortunate of the wealthy, our hero bartered with the farmer and, on payment of a remarkably little sum, received the use of an old, battered, ramshackle, wobbly, torn-up Ford of the farm hands. He was in a hurry and his guess had been correct. His car was in a condition to demand several days repairing. So, with the thought of the merriment his new chariot would cause among his old friends, he donned the blue uniform of a farmer and swung into the seat of an old famous. The Ford held up wellg in fact, better than Willie did, for he had just made the resolute decision to stop at the next town and make the purchase of some pillows to aid the springs in their work when he came upon a car which seemed to be under the strain of circumstances like to his own. He became the object of a terrible wave of pity and an irrisistible impulse forced his foot to the break. A marvelous young person was laboring on the opposite side of the car, mutilating the engine by means of a monkey wrench. As he dismounted, her eyes left her work and a coquettish smile played on her face as she exclaimed, Oh! A mechanic here already. That's good service-help within ten minutes after phoning. ' She gave him no chance to refuse. He simply had to lend a hand, and, although his knowledge of machinery was of an unknown quantity, the engine disintegrated easily. He wiped the carbon off of several parts, put them together again, piled the extra parts in the tool case and tried to start it. Nothing greeted his every effort. At this stage of events the real garage man rode up just in time to save the car in general, and, in fact, in time to save everything except some rather keen embarrassment. After a brief examination of the case, the mechanic gave a ver- dict, siimlar to the one Willie had received. VVillie, wishing to make amends for the harm done at his hands, offered to pay damages. But the owner of the second unfortunate vehicle charmingly refused, how- ever, accepting his invitation to 1'ide in his locomotive until they got to a suitable place to make railway connections, for she, too, was in a very great hurry. After a self introduction of Mary Day and William Night, their conversation be- came more friendly. It soon became known that they were going to the same city, so that it took little begging on Willie's part to prevail upon Mary to go the whole trip in the noisy vehicle and seventy-five miles worked wonders with friendship. At their destination they parted-but not for long. After washing, pressing, shining, and arriving at the opening alumni banquet, Willie was surprised, almost overjoyed, to find on the place card next to his own, Mary Day. Pleasant table-talk, charming after-dinner prattle, and wonderful moon- light as he accompanied her as far as her lodgings made the evening marvelous. The next day was similar to the previous night. The day following could only be compared in like manner, and so on until the last night. As he was leaving her at the door of her lodgings, he was silent for a moment, and then spoke, Pm leaving in the morning in the old trusty fruit iar. I may not see you again so I'll say 'good-bye' now. And may I write to you? Yes, she said, you may write. But why say 'good-bye' now? I'm leaving to- morrow morning, too, in the old, trusty fruit iar. And she closed the door behind her. The next morning, game yet doubting, Willie drew up before the door where he had suddenly been left standing, accompanied only by his thoughts, the night be- fore. He had no sooner stopped than Mary came out, suitcase in hand, ready to accept his help as she clambered into the rickety old Ford. The first twenty-five miles went off in a friendly fashion. But soon conver- sation died slowly, until, after fifty miles, silence reigned except for the continuous music of Ford parts as they collected themselves together at regular intervals. Several times Willie tried to speak, but it was a poor attempt each time, and after