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

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UXUL5 l! i+-- l- -i-g..JyGli gvrgn- A ,l --1 E---, Al I , l ' lL 4 ,qg 44- 4-Yi A vi' we 4: sf, -,Q-1 ,, il',-uw? 'HII H J It it tv ru K' ia, L i l .ur Seventeen The originators of the giving of a Senior Play are to be congratulated on their fore- sight and wisdom: for no event of the Commencement Season is looked forward to with more expectation nor more thoroughly enjoyed when presented, than the Senior Play. Seventeen by Booth Tarkington, has been chosen by the Seniors, and is to be prsented May 31, and June l in the high school auditorium. The cast was chosen by the faculty, who predict a big success for our l927 Seniors. Supt. A. D., St. Clair, with his usual ability for coaching plays, is seeing to it that the play will be well worked out. The Cast of characters and a short resume of the play follow: Mr. Baxter ............................... Russell Geil Mrs. Baxter ............. ..... V era McClain William Sylvanus Baxter--- ---------- Fred Sweet fohnnie Watson --------- ---Neale Hollingworth jane Baxter--- ------ Frances Lloyd Lola Pratt ---- ------ K athryn Smith May ParCl1cr -.-- ---Achsah Hammond Cenesis ------ ----- M erle Mouser foe Bulitt ----- ------- J ack I-atta Mr. Parcher ----- ---- l- ewis Ashbrook George Crooper --- ---- Walter Peterman Etliel Boll-c ----- ---- M argaret Patterson Waltic Banks --- ----. Wendell Barnes Mary Broolfs ----------------------------- Emily Evans The play is the tragedy of William Sylvanus Baxter, who has ceased to be sixteen and is not yet eighteen. Seventeen is not an age, it is a disease. In his heart W. S. B. knows all the tortures -and delights of love, he is capable of any of the heroisms of his heroic sex. But he is still sent on the most humiliating errands by his mother, and depends on his father for every nickel of his spending money. Silly Bill S. BJ falls in love with Lola Pratt, the Baby-Talk Lady, a vapid if amiable little flirt. To woo her in a manner worthy of himself fand also of her, he steals his father's evening clothes. When his wooing becomes a nuisance to the neighbors, his mother steals the clothes back, and has them altered to fit the rather large form of her husband: thereby keeping William home in the evening. But when it comes to the Baby-Talk l-ady's goodbye dance, it is unendurable not to be present. How W. S. again obtains 'the dress suit, and how as he is wearing it at the party, Genesis, the negro servant discloses the fact that the clothes are in reality his father's, are only a few of the many comical and touching incidents in Seventeen . We pause to honor the memory of Eugene Jones, of the class of '26, whose clean manhood and Christian character were before us as an inspiration to strive for better things. Page Twenty-two

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I T T Il c ' 1 v ' AJSTIQTX l!l, 4, K, W , , , C W SL. . ' W 1 . W .N ,I i ' '-Ni' ' H ' lk? -'-S,:lQ.X?FwG'jj1iM 7 '- - - , Senior Prophecy Dear Frances: I've been given a job as Paris reporter for the New York Times. I've been over here for about three months but I want to tell you about all the people I met on the way over and on my arrival. I came across on a marvelous airship of the New Trans-Atlantic Line. The first clay when I was on the boat I saw my old school-mate, Walter Peter- man. He told me he was getting along splendidly and that his highest class sailor was Lewis Ashbrook who would soon be transfered to a higher position. He showed me about the airship, explaining and commending: finally he asked me to take my money and jewels to the purser's office. So I went to the purser, and who did I find but Mac Thompson. He said he thought he'd gotten his financial training when he was treasurer of our class, especially when we were juniors and gave our big banquet at the Inn. I had a wonderful trip and especially good eats, because you know I found out later that Catherine Richards was the head stewardess and was doing very well at her position. Since I was travelling alone, I tried to get acquainted with some of my fellow pas- sengers. One day while I was walking around I met the former Catherine Haynes and Bernice Ewers who had had a double marriage Cso they told mel and were now on their honeymoon taking a trip around the world with their husbands. When I got to Paris I stayed at the B1i Hotel. You can imagine how pleased I was when I found that Fred Sweet was the proprietor and was fast becoming a very rich man. That night as I was looking through the paper, I read about a terrible conflagration that had burned a large boarding house which was owned by Sadie Ables. On a long list of wounded I found the name of Walter Curtis. I was glad to see that he had not been seriously hurt and wondered what he was doing in Paris. I also saw the picture of a school-mate of mine in the paper. It was Edward Richards who had won fame finding the fourth dimension, a theory similar to that of Einstein. I It wasn't long after that that I went to the Paris Opera House to hear Carmen . While on the way I noticed that the taxi-driver looked familiar and when I got out and was paying my fare, I discovered it was Merle Mouser. He told me that he was having a good time in Paris with his wife. Of course I was curious to know who she was, and who do you suppose? Bright Smith! QI guess that flirtation in English class wasn't as harmless as we thoughtj. Since I had not had time to get my ticket beforehand, I had to purchase it at the door. Nelda Patten, of all people, was the business-like little girl that handed me my ticket and change back through the glass. I was ushered to my seat by a very good-look- ing young woman and at my second glance found it to be Emily Evans, who pointed out Elizabeth Ellas to me and said that they had been in Paris about a year, seeing the town in between working hours. I've saved the best 'til now to tell you who the characters in the opera were. Iva lVIcLain was playing her opening night in the part of Carmen and Achsah Hammond had the next leading part. They certainly did make a howling success and showed promise of a great career. I didn't get a very good seat, being late buying my ticket, but with my opera glasses I could see that in the ballet there were two girls whom I knew, Nina Doute and Kathryn Smith. They certainly had perfected the light fantastic. After seeing all these old friends I was always looking for more, so in the intermission while I was staring around I saw Russell Geil in the manager's box and found out from the person next me that he was now manager and owner of the Paris Opera House. I was so awed by his suc- Page Twenty-three