Groesbeck High School - Taog Yearbook (Groesbeck, TX)

Text from Pages 1 - 72 of the 1916 volume:

This is a good book. It is opened with expectation, and closed with delight and profit.”—A. B. Alcott. () 0 { V I I DEDICATION ___________ A ) A To the Teachers of the High School A y and Faculty of G. H. S. do we, the Sen (9 ior Class and Editorial Staff of Nineteen 7 A Hundred Sixteen, respectfully dedicate A this first number and volume of the : GOLDEN QUOTATIONS FROM ' THE NOTABLES Joe Lee, in German class: “What does ‘Hoch der Kaiser mean?” Frauline Gretchen Kauhl: “Joe Lee, leave this room! Miss Black referring to English classics: Dewey, what have you read? Dewey: Red hair. Fred: I used to invariably split my infinitives, but now I have learned t properly place my adverbial modifiers. Nona Mae: Miss Black, I feel badly, may I go home? Miss Black (sympathetically): Where do you feel worst? Nona Mae: In school. Henry: Is my face dirty? Alma: Close your mouth so that I can see. Roscoe: I made a hundred in History. Lucie: Honestly? Roscoe: Now, what did you want to go and bring up that point for? Ernest: I smell cabbage burning. Roddie: Move your head; it’s too close to the radiator. Miss Black: Henry, cheese that slang! Mr. Strickland: Henry, did you have a good time, Thanksgiving? Henry: You bet; mamma had to sit up with me three nights on a stretch. Mr. Elder: What was the one result of the Galveston flood in 1900? Floyd: Mud. Mr. Strickland: What are Leyden Jars, Ray? Ray: Don’t exactly know; something in the Bible, though. Mr. Strickland: Why, Ray, what do you mean? Leyden Jars in Bible times? Ray: Haven’t you ever read in the Bible about the woman that came to Christ with laden jars of perfume? Mr. Elder, in History class: When did Monroe die? R. Q., sympathetically: Monroe? 1 didn’t even know he was sick. Sally: Of what nationality was the queen of Sheba? Annie Laurie: She was from Arabia. Sally: Then she is a Rabbi, of course. Roddie, reciting Halleck: And Washington Irving was a very bad boy. After family prayers, it is said, he used to climb out the window and go to the movies. THE STAFF I ( Editor .... Society Editor Athletic Editor Business Manager Junior Class Reporter Sophomore Class Reporter Freshman Class Reporter IT and D Reporter Fred Kimbell Alma Groves R. Q. Mills Roddie Brown Iris McKinnon Dee Ravell Ladie Barnett Lucile Seharff THE TEACHERS A. C. Strickland - - - - - Sup’t. R. E. Elder - - - - - Principle Ruby Black Ass’t Instructor Gretchen Kauhl - - - - - - German and Seventh Grade IORS y TVvVv SE OFFICERS OF CLASS FIRST TERM SECOND TERM President Vice-Pres. Sec-Treas. - -Serg.-at-Arms - Fred Kim bell Joe Lee Bennett Dewey Lawlev Alma Groves Pres. Vice-Pres. Sec-Treas. - - -Serg.-at-Arms - Roddie Brown Joe Lee Bennett Alma Groves R. Q. Mills Glass Motto: The elevator to success is not running; take the stair. (’lass Flower: Yellow Rose. (’lass Colors: Old Gold and Black. RAY ATKINS Corre. Sec’y Pieria Society; One of the county’s Tennis champs; Baseball Star. Nickname: “Shorty.” What he says: “Now, y’ talking.” ‘Noble and active as I don’t know what, What made him famous Was that ball game With Watt.” R. Q. MILLS Champion d e b a t er; Track, Football, and Baseball star; Athletic Editor; Sergeant-at-A r m s, second term; Secretary Pierian Society. Nickname: “Duke.” Exclamation: “B e t her life.” “You know That he knows That we all know That I know. And that settles it, I’m sure.” JOE LEE BENNETT Basketball star; Vice °res. Senior Class both terras. Nickname: ‘.Jodie.” Exclamation: ‘‘It’s all punk.” “Witty and saucy And tolerably smart; Happy and lazy And free of heart.” ALMA GROVES Basketball player; society Editor; Sergeant-at-arms, first term; Secretary and Treasurer, second term. President of U and D, first term; Sergeant-at-arms, U and D., second term. Nickname: ‘‘Puddin’.” Exclamation: ‘‘Have a heart.” “About the most impudent Piece of ‘animalism’ Yet, full of life, joy, and Witticism.” v ERNEST WALKER AS « A I X { I) ) A ) X i ) X 1 X o c ) I I Football, Ba s e b a 11, and Basketball Star. Nickname: “Dick.” Exclamation: “Naow” “While the sun shines. And while the wind blows, I’ll run my car, to------- No one knows.” HENRY COX Football and Basketball Favorite. Nickname: “Legs.” Exclamation: “That’s the dinktum.” Musical, Tal k a t i v e Happy and a ff a b 1 e. Sauscy and Witty and lazy and laughable. RODDIE BROWN Football and Basketball Captain; Pres. Senior Class, second term; Sergeant-at-arms. Pierian Society. Nickname: “Sitting Bull.” Exclamation: “Good.” “Familiar with the football ; —And when put to test, He proved good, —‘Only the best ” ) y () V v FLOYD YEAGER Champion Debater; Football and Track Star. Nickname: “Wiffv.” What he says: “Give it back.” Runs the track. Plays football in a jiffy Witty, lazv, content, —That’s Wiffv. ' SALLIE PRICHARD A diligent student; A likable girl; Salutotor-ian at Commencement. Nickname; “Sal, the Singer.” Exclamation; “Good Gracious.” “Beautiful Venus, the fairy queen of any man’s soul. FRED KIMBELL Pres. Senior Class, first term; Vice-Pres., of “Gasser.” Valedictorian. Nickname: “Hawkey Shaw.” Exclamation: “H o t dog!” “Noble and brilliant, And full of fun. With abundance of energy. Lacking none..” DEWEY LAWLEY A good student; A well liked kid; Associate Business Manager of staff; Sec. Treas. of Senior Class. Nickname: “Lolly-pop.” Exclamation: “Aw, Shoot.” “None there were; not anywhere, Could me, I’ll wager, from studies scare. All day long, and all night, too, I studied my lessons— that’s why I knew.” v, V 1 y TVOyCVC JUNIOR DEPARTMENT NAMES Andrew Allison Sallie Applewhite Lula Browder Lucie Carley Sarah Cox Mary Glaze Johnnie Hall Mary Herring Roscoe Holton Eddie Oma Martin Iris McKinnon Maggie Phillips Orlena Prichard Isla Patterson Ruth Ravell Ernest Robinson Robbie Lee Sharp Vester Sullivan Wimbish OFFICERS President................................Sarah Cox Vice-President.......................Roscoe Holton Sec-Treas. - ...............Ernest Robinson Reporter .... - Iris McKinnon JUNIOR ACTIVITIES w n ( 1 h What is a junior’s life? A has he made it? junior’s life is what he makes it. Then, what Back down the long, weary, care-beaten path of life, there is, today, a pre-eminent milestone, decorated by a bright and shining star; but unless you are a junior of T6 you need not look, for it is visible only to them. It marks the happy day, our first in school. Ah, it is then with our little primers, tablets and pencils, the spark of ambition crept into our young hearts and we began our career of fame, just like the chambered nautilus as we grew. We left the last year’s dwelling for the new, Stole with soft steps its shining archway through. Built up its idle door, Stretched in our last found home, and knew the old no more. It was thus we made the firm foundation, and, in September, 1913, we entered High School as freshmen. “What is a freshman?’’ we must have pondered. “Well” (as we always began our reasonings) “Man is the highest type of animal in the world, that exists or has ever been known to exist, and the definition of fresh is ‘not kept by some method of preservation!’ Therefore, we are the highest type of animal not kept by some method of preservation.” But we soon realized and now know that a freshman is “one in the rudiments of knowledge.” The next year found us as sophomores with these weak expressions escaping our dignified lips, “Ah. little freshie, how you feel up here with us? Just look who we are and think who you are! We are S-o-p-h-o-m-o-r-e-s!” Be careful ninth-grader: you may have a dark spot in your history, too, if you taunt the “Freshie.” Sophomore days were over, and September, 1915, we began leading a Junior’s life. Happy, care-free days came to some, but others filled such days with toil, which, when the trials and pleasures were summed up, out-weighed the idly spent hours with the difference in favor of happiness. From some came heart-reaching moans of “Exams! exams! exams! Oh. exams are here!” But alas, the faithful student looked towards the persistent teachers with a feeling of great consolation. There have been but few events outside of those in the schoolroom in which the united class participated. Nevertheless, the juniors were allowed to attend the reception given in honor of the Calvert boys after their football victory. Of course, the Seniors had the honor; but, the Juniors had the pleasure. “Fools make the feast; wise men eat them.” The picnic of the German classes was under the direction of the third year boys and girls, with the exception of one fourth year boy. The last work of great importance rendered by the people under discussion was the part performed in the Gasser Carnival. The greater number responded cheerfully on being requested to make the candy which helped so much to make the carnival a success. And, an effort has been made, and some preparations to entertain the Seniors as loyally as possible. If that little spark of ambition which was kindled so many years ago is still burning, there is not a Junior but who, when he reaches the last link in (his terms chain, will connect it to next year’s, and push to the end of a Senior’s life. AIM OF JUNIORS To be some benefit to the world—Sarah. To eat and grow fat—Doc. To have the last word—Maggie Aid in abandoning term exams—Lucie. To own a hamburger stand—Milton. Be always able to bluff—Lula. To be some man’s darling—Iris. To die at a ripe old age—Orlena. To be boss—Mary G. To smile and let the world roll on -Eddie. To be first woman to the governor of Texas Sallie. Never to love again—Ruth. To love and be loved Oma. To be a heart-breaker—Ernest. My aim was to be class reporter, but, alas, 1 was too copious Bob. To specialize in Grammar Johnnie. To be a true husband to some sweet wife—Andrew. To knock a home-run off that Watt pitcher—Vester. To exterminate the writer of English Text-books—Mary H. JUNIOR WANT ADS Wanted to rent:—A room for two young gentlemen about 30 feet long by 20 feet wide—Andrew and Johnnie. Wanted:—A dog by a little boy with pointed ears.—Ernest. Wanted: To know where they keep the demerits hid—Eddie. Wanted:—Remedy for a broken heart.—Ruth. Wanted: X wants to know if Eddie likes Mexia better than Groesbeok Lost:—My best beau (bow)—Orlena. Lost:—On a windy day By a little girl. Somewhere in the road, A cork-screw curl.—Lula. Lost:—A dutch quarter.—Shorty. Lost:—Nona Mae Wimbish; Last seen in a strange (?) Buick Six. Finder please return to Junior class. Sarah Cox, anxiously: Can anyone tell me how to win a heart? Eddie: Humph! That’s easy; just don’t mind lying. Ernest: Miss Black, is it correct to say “Bob?” Miss Black: Certainly not; say “Robert.” Ernest: Iris, that dog yonder is decidedly robert-tailed, huh? Lucie: Where can 1 find a-m-a-n-x-y-z to 1-o-v-e? SOPHOMORES y i (j h 0 1 i OFFICERS Lucile Scharff....................................President Bruce Whitcomb.............................. ... Vice-Pres. Dee Ravell .... Reporter Name Favorite Saying Favorite Study Nickname Hazel Jackson.....Watch out...........Mischief................Tillie Louise Brown......Isnt he cute........Algebra ................Dick Preston Rawls ....Oh, You kid.........How to look pretty......Steve Christel Cox......Music ..............How to fool cupid.......Stevie Snoda Herod.......I should say so.....Smiling Boots Lucile Scharff....I guess I do too ...How to be cute..........Cutie Arminda Beaver.... Let’s do...........Latin Jack Corrie Lee Benson Who me?.............Foolishness ............Shorty Ada Thetford .....Shut up.............How to tease ...........Hands Bernice Nussbaum Did he? .............History Babe Merle Oates.......Stop that...........Theme writing Titanic Ruth Ferguson.....What for?...........English ................Sandy Wilmer Hamilton ..Who’s doing this? ...How to play hall.......John Henery Edwin Mills.......Hush your fuss......Manual Training ........Sixty Robert Cralle.....Aww Lookie..........How to avoid work Hickie Bruce Whitcomb...That’s going ........Tennis .................Golden Hair Silton Salser.....Not so..............How to dodge teachers Salt Seller Dee Ravell .......She is a peach......How to bother girls Deacon FRESHMEN President - - - Mairivers Smith Vice-President - Bernice Bradley Treas-Secretary - Herbert Martin Sargeant-at-Arms - Pauline Allen Reporter - - - Ladie Barnett MOTTO: “By our efforts, we hope to rise. ” COLORS: Pink and Green. FLOWER: Cape Jessamine. SAID IN THE CLASS ROOM Pauline Allen—“Kiss me quick. Roy Allison: “So did they in University.” Ladie Barnett: “Kill it. don’t let it suffer.” Bernice Bradley: “You may think I drive a Ford but all I do is Dodge.” Nona Maye Bates: “I got it.” Jno. Herbert Buchanan: “That is the way ‘Mamma’ does it. Ernest Browder: “I don’t know.’ Katheryn Batchelor: “There he goes,” “Who?” “Oh. Joy!” Clyde Eaves: “That is just like you.’’ Ruby Glaze: They are always kicking my Latin ’round.” Guy Herod: “You can’t boss me.” J. T. Jones: “The only child in the yard.” Herbert Martin: “When a Country Rube conies to town.” Claude Priddy: “I told you so.” Lena Rutherford: “Love me not.” Hazel Rogers: “I didn’t do it.” Minnie Richardson: “Nobody helps me with my Algebra.” Mairivers Smith: “Lands Sake.’’ Nannie Thompson: “Theme! Theme! Theme! Is all I hear.” A SONG The shaky, canvas-covered wagon stopped with a lurch and little Jean lilted her head from the hot pile of ragged blankets and looked out. She saw a grass-covered open field and a small white house set back in a sheltering grove ol trees. A strange feeling of familiarity with the place stirred her to a lull awakening and she jumped up lightly. She got out of the wagon paying no attention to her fellow travelers who pushed her impatiently aside when she carelessly brushed against them. The men were moving off in straggling groups toward the streets which were covered with men and horses, and the women were kindling fires to cook the scant food that was set near them on the ground. Jean looked in disgust at the dirty women and the careless way in which 131 r htnls touched the food they were preparing, and at the dirty piles of bedding flung in piles on the ground near the dirty old tent that had been only halt put up. She looked again to where the clean whiteness of the little home smiled at her from the cool green of the trees, and as she turned in answer to her name called sharply from the tent, she shivered in disgust at the contrast the tent showed. As she came up to the tent, the old woman who had called her thrust a bucket roughly into her hands, but the voice was low with tenderness when she said, “Jean, child, go to the house yonder and ask for some water more fit to drink than that sun-blistered creek water. Maybe they’ll give you a bite of decent food.” The child started off obediently, but turned and asked timidly, ‘‘Aunt Liz, have we ever come here before? I seem to rmember—” She hesitated realizing the dimness of her memory, for had she not been told that when she remembered a life different from this wandering existence it was only the story of a dream? ‘‘1 don’t know child; though where you have been nobody knows. Have ione of the women ever told you that the one who sto!e you six years ago. leaving your people to believe you were drowned, died and with him died all knowledge of you? The other men of his camp were afraid some suspicion might settle on their party and questions be asked they could not answer, and when they met us at the next spring, they gave you to us to keep for aw'hile, only until they should find it safe to come and claim you again. For they loved you in their rough way and all that kept them from taking you back to your people was the hatred of the man—your father who had hanged and imprisoned so many of our people. Perhaps it is best to have laws but wfe gypsies think it unjust. “I’ve said more than you have a right to know my child. I don’t want you to be dissatisfied. But you do love us, don’t you? You want to stay with us? And the child nodding solemnly, if somewhat doubtfully moved away, loiving the old woman mumbling some low words and looking after her as she went towards the house that had caused her to feel such strange unkinship with the gypsies back there. On the steps of the little porch that faced the setting sun sat a wrhite-haired man, but his eyes showed youth in spite of the sad light that had crept into them. As he watched the child from the gypsy camp cross the field and came up the path to the steps, he thought how gladly he would be to go back past the years that had brought him fame as a powerful attorney to the evening long ago wrhen he had been used to sit there with his child and sing to her until the little head dropped wearily on her shoulder and he wras bidden “good- night” insleepy tones. He remembered what her favorite song had been and forgetting the gypsy child coming toward him. he began to sing in a low sad voice. ‘‘Birdie I am tired now 1 do not care to hear you sing, You’ve sung---------” He broke off suddenly, for the child had dropped her bucket and stood with one hand to her head looking curiously around her. There was something familiar in the way she pushed back the curls from her face. But the child’s mind worked faster than that. With a cry that almost hurt her throat so full of joy it was, she ran to him. ‘‘Daddy! Daddy! I remember now!” and as he wanderingly lifted her in his arms he laughed happily. ‘‘Sing Birdie-tired first, then we’ll go let aunt Liz tell you about it.’ —Mairivers Smith, T9. ' . - | u r 5 day Ni tC--- Wd i f I M g j or d N 1N 5 | I t i a THE GERMAN PICNIC “Shame! shame! shame! Such an ugly day to spoil our beautiful plans,” were the words of one of the German students, while moans of lamentation went out from the other few. For the day toward which they had looked with such great pleasure and expectation, and for which so many excellent plans had been made, had come, but—alas! It was a dreary one. A consultation was held with the German teacher, Miss Kauhl, the chaperone and hostess. Arrayed in her morning frock, and possessing her usual gay laughter and happy face, she was a pretty picture. Which brought this idea: She would make a fine little wife. But the petitioners before her were not thinking of wives,—rather of the stony, moss-covered cliffs of Springfield. “Oh,” she said, “the day is entirely too bad.” For at that time the skies were bedecked with rolling clouds. With heavy hearts, the boys trod homeward, half disgusted, half thankful that their adviser had effected this means by which they could be saved from the rain which was surely to come. A half hour passed, in which wonderful changes were wrought. Several determined girls called next at Miss Kauhl’s home, equipped with every necessity for a perfect picnic,—especially with filled baskets. The sun shone beautifully, the birds began to chirp, and big drops of dew began to evaporate. Telephone messages were sent hurriedly to the disappointed: “Come immediately, you know, ‘Wise men change their minds.’” After rambling around and gathering up those of the invited who were not fortunate enough to reach the place on the appointed time, the hero of the morning packed passengers in his car like so many sardines, and soon dumped them out like trash in a pile at the picnic grounds. He returned a second and third time for those behind, and meantime, the first band busied themselves making ready every comfort for the arrival of the others. A fire was built for comfort, but some sought the sunny seats made by nature on the roadside. Some made sandwitches from peanuts, bananas, butter and bread, as fast as some of the other adulteraters of food could place a chicken label on canned o’possums, while several girls sliced bacon like so many market men cutting steak from pot dog. Just before noon, a visit to the rock-crusher was made. It is a very interesting and picturesque place to while away the hours. We remained here a very short time tho, for, in the midst of a jolly ride in the gravel cars, a gruff old man suddenly rushed up, and ordered the whole crew (including the chaperone) to disband, saying: “If you don’t clear out, I’ll clear you out!” After lunch, a stroll was made to the Mexia pump station, where a cordial welcome was extended, fresh water and peanuts were served, and a group of snapshots made. Not long after returning to camp, a car came and carried away a load of tired picnicers, leaving the remainder to await the coming-back of the Ford that had early in the morning deserted the picnic. Idling hours away waiting for doubtful Fords is tiresome extremely. So it was not long before many began their homeward march on foot. Thank the gods, the prodigals returned, and before long, all found themselves in town, bidding, “Aufwiedersehen” to each other as all trod back into his habitual path. DITORIAL We, the Senior Class and Editorial Staff of the first volume of the Gasser can hardly find words to express our appreciation to the kind and obliging teachers of the High School who have made possible the realization of this little book. For, first, they took hold of our wild and raving class and out of rancor and chaos brought it successfully to organize; set to work both the class and staff, and persevered with us when any average ones would have given up long ago in weariness and disgust. Even after we were organized we were incapable and obstinate, and only the patience and skill of Miss Black, our considerate English teacher, kept us herded together and organized long enough to compile these little verses and ditties into one book, while Mr. Strickland, with good managership and a persistency equal to our stubbornness contrived to round up the financial ends. And to the patrons, too, and to the customers, do we owe a debt of grat-i ude. For when the outlook was darkest, it was they who rendered the financial assistance which, indeed, saved from an early extinction the first High School organ ever conceived here. We desire to extend our unlimited thanks to those merchants who favored us with their advertisements and moral support in getting up the Annual; to those who have patronized our money-raising projects, the Carnival, the Skating party, and the benefit picture-show; and especially to Messrs. Anglin Welch who were kind enough to give the benefit of the Skating Rink one night; and to Messrs. Jones Runnels, who, on one occasion gave us the proceeds of the picture show. We make no apologies for the book. All the readers certainly must realize the difficulties under which we have labored to gather the material, compile it. raise finance, and attend to the business of having it published, meanwhile, having to be faithful to our duties as students, a class, and as graduates. Furthermore, it is to be remembered that the step is an iniative one; no class before us has ever attempted the thing in the school’s history. We have accomplished something to give us credit, if we do say so, ourselves, and we think all readers of the Gasser will realize this, and reserve all censuring opinions to themselves. The Senior Class is proud of itself. It has accomplished what no other has attempted. A class of a dozen, it has done the work of two-score. It has been successfully organized for two terms; has done its duties, during the Iasi term at least, in an orderly, systematic way. By co-operation with the other grades, this Annual was published against seemingly every adverse fate. A football eleven, of which no one need be ashamed, was under the excellent generalship of Mr. Strickland, organized into the first squad of the school since 1902. Both a Girls’ and Boys’ basketball team was organized; and neither was of any mean ability. Nor were Tennis, Track, and Baseball neglected. Strickland and Elder, both being Tennis, champions, the students were furnished rare opportunities for learning the fine points of the game. Whence developed the champion team, Atkins and Robertson, who are, at this writing, representing Limestone County in the District meet in Corsicana. t present, our Baseball Team is only being organized, but for it we certainly entertain high hopes. The literary societies, too, have done well;—especially during the first school term. The Boys’ Society known as the Pierian, has met every Tuesday night of the two terms to enjoy an hour of debating, declaiming, and discussion. The Girls’ Society, the U and D, assembled Wednesday afternoons to discuss and gossip. The ability of the members of both societies has been largely developed, as speakers, readers, and thinkers, while the English work has been perceptibly aided by the exercises. In this phase of the school work, also, Mr. Strickland and Miss Black have been kindly considerate and obliging, the former serving constantly as Pierian chairman, the latter as critic of first term. During the second term, Mrs. Strickland was good enough to act as the Pierian’s critic. The Girls’ Society, too, has done good work, boasting even to this good hour of their debating victory over the boys’ team. At the time of writing, our Champion debating team. Mills and Yeager are attending the district meet at Corsicana as representatives of Limestone County. Another great success of ours has been the carnival—the Gasser Carnival—Groesbeck’s Mardi Gras, we called it. For two nights, March, 13 and 14, by brilliant moon and electric light, did we cast our many tents and stands and booths, and institute ye soul stirring festivities. Colors, music, confetti, andy, laughter, and the blessed rattle of pennies—that describes the spirit of it to perfection. On both nights that great Carnival band (ah! such strains as it was guilty of) under Captain Henrii Von Kox did parade these streets from end to end and did entice all Groesbeck up to the High School campus, where the fun was. Museums, Animal shows, wax and curiousity displays, fortune stands, nigger baby stands, Art shows, candy, confetti, peanuts, and popcorn entertained the vast crowd after it had assembled. Then, after a couple of hours of this, came the Vaudeville. The Heralds did herald Groesbeck upstairs into the auditorium, and—those shows! There was boxing, wrestling, singing, playing, dancing, and opera. But, ‘tis needless; all Groesbeck has seen it. But, at any rate, ‘tis to the Carnival that the Gasser owes about half of its existence. SENIOR PRIVELIGES.—Those not in the class of T6 can hardly appreciate the phase. It originated, as well as can be remembered, from an effort on the part of one of the teachers to quell a riot of protest on the question of privileges early in the year. Whether the teacher imagined that he would create the idea in our minds that we had any, or whether out of pure mockery he handed us the phase, it is yet difficult to say. At any rate, we have made of it a capital joke, and it has beccme one of our favorite means of “deviling” and exasperating the teacher that created it. For every lesson missed, every class cut, every missle cast, every foolish stunt pulled off, the answer to this particular teacher has been—to his great torture and wrath,—“Senior Privileges! Senior Privileges!! SENIOR PRIVILEGES!!!’’ But the phase has been copyrighted and made property peculiar to this year’s class, and any attempt on the part of Seniors to come to use same will i e considered as a clear case of appropriation—a stale and “bum joke. CARTOONS AND CARTOONISTS The cartoonist has become an important factor in the dissimination of ideas and impressions in the present day and time. He has fixed status in journalism. Newspapers and magazines of today catering to the demand of the busy public for an idea, or “story,” told in the shortest, briefest manner possible, have found the pencil of the cartoonist invaluable. Just as the child is taught to read “by sight,” and learns that the combination “c-a-t” spells cat, even before it has learned a single letter of the alphabet, therbv saving time as it is contended, the pictures catch the eye of the busy man, who in his mad race for the dollar, has not the time to read the lazy or indifferent news, and so the great reading public get the idea, the impression, the story at a glance, and opinions are moulded that would not otherwise exist. True, “things are not what they always seem,” yet no impression is stronger or more lasting than that we first receive, and more of the senses flash with surer, quicker certainty their message to the brain and register it there, than does the sense of sight. The eye beholds a landscape, a picture, or a human face, and instantly registers upon the brain an impression,—a conviction—a long, long story may be told by the cartoonist, with just a few strokes of his pencil, that make a stronger impression and have a greater and more lasting influence than the story written. The child who saw in the long ago in the Bible, a picture of John baptising in the River Jordan, received thereby an impression, a conviction as to the proper mode of baptism that required time and evidence to change. And so it is that the great reading public first gets the cream of the news and public events—a fixed impression of the general characteristics of all the public men of the day, etc., too busy to read or to think for themselves. They are the victims of suggestion; they absorb unconsiously what is given them, and accept oftimes as true what they get from the headlines and the pictures. Test any ten men of your acquaintance; business men of aTairs, and while not more than one of these will be able to discuss with you the leading editorial in yesterday’s paper, yet you will find that ninty per cent of them got the “story” told by the cartoonist, and will absolutely agree with the idea or impression sought to be conveyed by the picture on the front page. Thus the power of the force of suggestion. The great newspapers of the day, aware of this, resort largely to headlines, paragraphs and pictures to feed the public. The learned editorial, the grave arguments and discussions of great public questions by our newspapers thru which public opinion was formerly moulded are fast giving away to the paragraphs and pictures; the editor is being to a great extent, supplanted by the artoonist. Ideas and impressions that result finally in fixed convictions, are now more readily and easily disseminated by the cartoonist than by the editor. The cartoonist as an educator and depositor of sentiment and public opinion has no equal. He never fails to reach his audience; never fails to impress the idea he wishes to convey. No force is stronger in practical campaigns, yeilds a greater influence upon the public than the cartoonist. It is generally admitted that Roosevelt lost the presidency by reason of the effect produced upon the public mind thru one little cartoon that was circulated thru the press. Votes are influenced, campaigns are won, and even business deals are consumated in this day and time, not so much thru argument that should appeal to our judgement, or serious consideration of the real fact as by an idea, an impression, flashed upon the brain by a picture; the truth or falsity of which we do not take time to consider. The fact that we are naturally inclined to believe what we see, makes it easy to understand why we are so prone to accept as true a suggestion, or i argument, contained in a picture, which if written or orally proclaimed would meet with protest. What more eloquent argument against “woman suffrage,” than the well worn picture of the masculine looking militant suffragette, in her short skirt, hibhtop boots, man hat and gloves waiving the banner of “woman’s rights,” over a motley crowd of voters on a public street corner? It has convinced thousands, and yet it is no argument at all. The picture of the heart-broken mother with babe in her arms, hungry, tired and worn, waiting at the door of the saloon for the drunken husband, has won more votes for the cause of prohibition than all the speakers on the stump. Just so the picture of (he empty dinner pail, speaks more effectively than all the learned arguments upon the tariff. Not only does the picture receive largely thru the cartoonist, its impression and final conviction upon many of the great public questions, but news of the day, events, happenings, and stories are told every day by their pictures— our impressions, or opinion as to the character and characteristics of many of the public men of today,—we get from the cartoonist. Take the well known 'character of Theodore Roosevelt; one would know, had he never read nor heard of him, of his impetuous, active and nervous temperament; his dogged determination, his strong will, etc., just as told in the picture. The thought or impression therein sought to be conveyed, is forced upon his mind by a single trick of the artist, in exaggerating certain features in the picture. Then who is not familiar with the old and well known picture of “John Bull,” and “Uncle Sam.?” Each typical of the people represent. One can almost read the history of his respective country; the characteristics, the politics, and the religion of the people by the pictures of the cartoonist; and the stamp which they leave imprinted on his mind. Only a few weeks ago an epidemic of “la-grippe,” swept over the country. It was a news item. Our own Dallas News, alive as usual, told the story with a picture by her artist, Knott; and told all there was to say. The poor fellow in the cartoon, was flat of his back, a one thousand ton weight on his chest, a block of ice at his feet, and a red hot stone under his head; while a hundred or more little “goblins” and devils were puncturing his stomach with red hot jovelino. Every sympton of the malady, the agonized suffering of the victim, etc., were all told in the picture as fully and accurately as could have been described in a three column article, and every one who had ever experienced it, realized it. And so we all see that in modern journalism—in newspapers, statue of the cartoonist is fixed. He is here to stay. Just what effect his work is to have upon the public, depends largely in our opinion, upon the artist himself. Certain it is that the public will continue to receive impressions from this source that will result often into fixed conviction. That public opinion upon all questions will be largely influenced by the cartoonist is equally as certain. If his ideas, his suggestions, the thoughts that he seeks to impress by his picture are good, then will the public be benefited; otherwise, not. The cartoonist has no place in literature proper, though we must admit his work may have a most serious effect on the literature of today. Born to meet a condition, to meet the demand of those who have no time to read, to think for themselves, his work may serve to encourage that unfortunate condition. If it does, then it of course follows that the literature of the day must suffer as a consequence, for only by thought and intense concentration are things valuable in literature obtained. The cartoonist or the picture he draws, cannot live and get the influence, ends we know not where. He will never write a great poem, never sway an audience with his eloquence; his pictures will never find a place in the great galleries. He will be forgotten, but, like the pebble cast into the lake which sank to the bottom, the ripples caused reach to the utmost shore. So may the suggestion, the idea he gives, prompt others to greatness. —Lucy Carley, T7. RAMBLING PARAGRAPHS MR. STRICKLAND. That is the name of the man v who took hold of the Football material, and develop- 0 ed it into a highly efficient machine. With much en- ergy, much time, and even more coaching, he created } a team which fell only to the State Champions. Some ) football men instruct only in a general and abstract. a way. Strickland did not. He took into consideration { details, as well.—Cam-hi. Nor was Cameron High School the only one which was benefited by Mr. Strickland’s genius. For, it is to be remembered, also, that soon after his arrival at this school, he took hold of the perfectly raw and undisciplined students here, and in a very few weeks, with untiring patience and his invaluable coaching, he had developed our present squad, of which none of us has reasons to be ashamed. It is as Cam-hi has said. Mr. Strickland is no coach to neglect details. He believed, in creating his eleven, in making it thoroughly efficient. He is a man of details in sport, as well as in Physics and in Latin. FRESH FRESHIES J. T. Jones: “Are you Hungary?” Herbert Martin: “Yes, Siam!” J. T. J.: “Then come along with me and I’ll Fiji. Virgo Atra Brittainia in est bona........Miss Black is good in English Etiam in Geametria ......................At Geometry, again Et in ludis multissimis mirabilis est ea.And a peach she is at most sports, Sed Tennis dat, alicui at patiendum sua .But her Tennis gives one pain. Mors est ea et in Plena et in Plana .....She’s death on Plane and Solid. Est Wentwortha non discenda .............At Wentworth there’s no balking; Ea viro est mirando etiam in bona........She’s good at Hero-worship, too,’ Collo—quendo optima, omnium at est in ea. But, she’s best of all at talking. Vultus est ea moris et pulchra— .........She’s fair of face and manner— Aspectui est grata Is gracious to the sight, iros statim amet decern duo et.........She courts a dozen men at once, Ea; sed est ea, omnis at dextra..........But she’s all right. SPRING SONG —A kindly satire on Miss Black's “Grand Nature.” 1 wandered away from the city, Away from the stifling crowds; I roamed far into the woodland; —Saw birds, and the brooks, and the clouds. A new sense of Life came to me, 1 felt I lived afresh; I walked among God and His Nature, Forgetting my being of flesh. I drank in the breezes and perfumes, Dreamed dreams of the clouds and the trees; 1 crooned to the birds and butterflies, —Conversed with the flow’rs and bees. Many and many a field I crossed; Farther and farther away, I left each carefree daisy, ’Til, at length, I lost my way. “Back o’er this lovely path I came!” Quoth I in adventurous mood, “Will retrace these steps by each flow’r I passed, —By each daisy in the wood.” But each daisy looked just like his neighbor; Each clover-leaf had just four square, ’Til, nettled by Fortune and cactus plant, I sat myself down in despair. Reposed me in peace to ponder and think? Great Bones! Great Jehosephat, no! But a thorn in my seat, a spider and snake Insisted that I rise up and go. “An ardent admirer thou hast betrayed, Grand Nature.” I wailed in despair, “Came I to these woods to worship and praise,------” And I tread on a prickly pear. “Ye gods,” I exclaimed, as T fell on the earth, Deliver me out of this woe; Blast nature, the trees and the stones and the birds,”— And I fell to sucking my toe. Two days and a night I stayed in those woods, —Away from the stifling crowds; Nor meal nor bed nor companion had I; —But the birds and the brooks and the clouds 1 came, at length, to the city; 'To the midst of the whirr and din; And I dragged me down on Broadway, While 1 whispered. “Ah, never again.” —Fred Kimbell, 17. y TSATN HIGH SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENTS SENIOR CLASS ENTERTAINS.—The Senior Class of the G. H. S. entertained the Calvert and Groesbeck football teams at the Chapter House. Friday night, Nov. 5, 1915. The Chapter House was beautifully decorated in the High School colors, red and white; pennants covered the walls; crepe paper was artistically draped from chandeliers to the punch bowls. The guests were received by Misses Lucy Carley and Alma Groves, and escorted to the punch bowls where they were served in a most pleasable manner by Misses Faye Taylor and Louise Brown. After this all were requested to write their names in the hand painted guest book. Several beautiful piano selections were rendered to the delight of all. After which, the guests departed, expressing appreciation to the class for the delightfully pleasing hour of pastime. MRS. STRICKLAND ENTERTAINS.—On the evening of Thursday, April, 13, Mrs. A. C. Strickland very pleasantly entertained the members of ihe Senior Class. The house was radiant with spring blossoms of various hues. In the library, were vases of pink and white Killarney roses, while the diningroom embellishment emphasized particularly the color combination of black and gold, the chosen colors of the class. Streamers of black and gold, and pennants were used effectively thruout this room. Golden hued roses filled a crystal bowl placed with artistic effect over a reflector in the center of the dining table. Contest of various kinds made pleasing and interesting diversion. Several beautiful piano selections were rendered by the hostess in her individual and inimitable style. Refreshments of brick cream and dainty macaroons in the chosen colors were served. JUNIOR CLASS ENTERTAINS.—The Junior Class of G. H. S. 1916, very pleasantly entertained the Seniors with a reception at the Chapter House on the evening of April 21. The Chapter House was beautifully decorated in the Senior colors, black and gold. In the center of the room was a table with beautifully arranged ferns and ivy placed around the punch bowl. Upon the arrival of each guest they were ushered to the punch bowl. When everyone had assembled Mrs. Strickland rendered several beautiful musical selections which were followed by a very interesting contest “A Musical Romance,” in which Miss Alma Groves received the prize, a dainty box of candy. The next game was ‘ A Leap Year Proposal.,, Each girl and boy were given a telegram blank with initial of the Senior’s sur names. Mr. Scott Reed, Mr. and Mrs. Elder were the judges and they rendered their decision in favor of Dee Ravell and Miss Lula Browder, who were awarded a dish of cream. The third and last contest was ‘‘A Shakespearen Love Story’ which was very amusing, but there was not any prize awarded as there were several got correct form. Then the final course of pink and white cream and cake were served. Everyone enjoyed themselves and after telling the Juniors what royal entertainers they were bid them a kind good night. JUNIOR DECLAIMERS MAURINE ANGLIN AND SPORN ARENDALE “I should guess it was a fight!” Alma exclaimed. “Sure, sounds like Mr. Strickland and R. !’’ added Henry, excitedly. “Man, they are goin’ 'round and ’round. C’mon! I’m goin’ an’ see it,” Ray suggested. All the boys leaped toward the door, and Sallie put her hands over her eyes, while Alma weakly screamed “Hot dog, not Latin this morning,” breathed Fred, delightedly, as all bolted thru the door. We were all at Latin class one miserably sickening day in April, when there suddenly came floating up the back stairway sounds ol rough scuffling. Strickland dropped Cicero and darted thru the door. The above conversation ensued in the Latin room. The sounds grew louder! Four eleventh grade boys shot around the curve into----- Hutch, Amos, Adolphus, and Mr. Strickland were scuffling laboriously up the stairs with the piano for commencement exercises. a '( 0 7 0 b h ) A f) yCyCy Who’s the savior of the eleventh grade? Who preserved our integrity? Who made it possible for us to survive the storm of discouragement when it seemed that all the world, above and below frowned sorely on us? Mr. Strickland. How did he do it? Back down the long, tiring, disgusting, path of the month’s slow tread, when lessons were hard, the weather was hot, minds were tired, bodies worn out; when trials were sore, burdens were oppressive, and all the world relentless and cruel, ‘way back early in the month of March, did Mr. Strickland suddenly seize upon a thought—an idea! The first warm weather, the first loving breezes from the south, and the first inspiring chatter of the robins and blue-birds, melted his heart—almost away. Inspiration came, and along with it, charity and brotherly love. And what did he do? He did as once he would have been done by, and tho’ it must have strained his withered, steeled heart a bit, he did, one morning, make announcement to this effect: “Hereafter, those entitled to graduation will be expected to report to school only in the mornings!” So here’s to the merriest teacher we’ve had, The rowdiest guy in the bunch, Who did a most unheard-of thing, —Simply—Because he took a hunch. OUR ADVERTISERS We desire especially to call the attention of Gasser readers to the last section of (he book. This is (he Merchants’ Section. It is quite as interesting and important as the photo of the Junior Class or the account of the Faculty Picnic. The Merchants of Groesbeck paid for their ads. It is your duty to read (hem It is also to your interest to read them and consider their propositions. For Groesbeck Merchants have already demonstrated it conclusively that this town has the very best trading service and profit-sharing plans of any in the county. Let us show our appreciation to these merchants, our patrons by showing them every possible favor. You will also find some fairly interesting reading material in the “Ad” section. THE WAY THE GROESBECK JOURNAL TOLD IT Carnival Contract SIO-2STEID CELEBRATED SENSATIONAL IRCUS OHOWS HIGH CLASS VAUDEVILLE MUSEUMS MRS. JARLEY’S WAXWORKS ART EXHIBIT YOUR FORTUNE TOLD! ANIMAL SHOW STAGE PRIZE FIGHT. SHAKE HANDS WITH THE MAGNETIC LADY For lack of space nearer town, Carnival will be held on High School Campus, and part of the proceeds will go to “THE GASSER.” MONDAY AND TUESDAY, MARCH 13-14 THE GASSER CARNIVAL One day even Mr. Strickland condescended to smile, when he entered the Latin class-room, to discover the wall and tables and chairs covered with loud and classy” signs (home-made ones) all to the effect that a certain mysterious carnival was to be in town, on the High School Campus on the evenings of March 13 and 14. Soon the amazement spread all over town for every telephone post, all the show-windows and nearly everybody’s gate-post were adorned with the artistic and attractive work of the High School sign-artists. “And still they gazed, and still their wonder grew,” until at last, the long anticipate! night came, and the campus began to take on a gay and festive aspect. There were tents, lights, bizarre costumes, a band (the wonder of ages), and the many barkers. Special features were the G. H. S. candy, the “high brow” Art Exhibit, the Gipsy Fortune-teller, the dime museum, the Wild Animal Show, “Mrs. Jar-ley’s Extraordinary and Beautifully Costumed Figures in Wax,’’ and the great vaudeville (perhaps, more suitably spelled, vodvil), in which the Johnson-Wil-lard Fight, and other famous bouts, wrestling matches, singing and dancing. The “Mexican War Recruiting Station” and the band directed by Signior Hen-rique d’ Ambrosia Philander Von Sitting Bull Koxi was main attractions. The ready response of the people to our call for help, their liberal support in all ways, the unusual costuminv of certain of the students and teachers. the proceeds derived, and best of all, the “pure old fun” that everyone had are never to be forgotten. FACULTY PICNIC On Wednesday, February, 19, 1910, lo! an unwitting smile fell over the faces of the G. H. S. engineers, only to be suddenly hid with a shamed frown, creating a great deal of wonder on the part of preplexed students. Amazed glances were surreptiously cast at the apparently “possessed” teachers, and whispered conversations in groups were all conjectures concerning the inexplicable behavior of the “Powers that be.” But no conclusions were concluded upon, until, that afternoon about five o’clock, some trained detectives suddenly discovered the whole troop solemnly filing down the road toward Wilson’s Park. Peering eyes and inquisitive noses discovered such things as bacon, ham, bread, pickles, cakes, marshmallows, various kinds of fruits—and. horror of horrors!—onions! It is also said that there were four pairs of skates in the crowd, and that four “undignified critters” actually strapped the things to the feet of them and did skate in a most ungodly fashion. The strangest thing is that only one fall was reported, proving beyond a shadow of doubt that they had been practing somewhere, probably, on the sidewalks after dark, or in their halls on rainv days. Finally smoke and the scent of broiling bacon and toasting marshmallows assailed the eyes and ears of those unknown who reported the strange occurance, and it is darkly hinted that Mr. Strickland or Mr. Elder were the best cooks in the crowd. However, certain young ladies of the faculty have hotly denied that this is a false and malicious accusation. And all this merely goes to prove that teachers are human. OFFICERS FIRST TERM President........Alma Groves Vice-President...Sarah Cox Secretary........Iris McKinnon Treasurer........Isla Patterson Sergeant-at-Arms. Lucie Carley Critic..........Miss Black OFFICERS SECOND TERM President.......Lucile Scharff Vice-President..Eddie Wimbish Secretary.......Lucie Carley Treasurer.......Isla Patterson Sergeant-at-Arms..Alma Groves Critic..........Iris McKinnon THEU AND D For the betterment and success of every organization, there should be at least an incentive and purpose. If you attempt to carry out a plan and do not have an object, what then have you accomplished? In the U and D Society our underlying principle and motive has been mastered and we as a whole, one and all have fulfilled our desire, namely, to i become efficient in debating and declaiming and familiarizing ourselves with parliamentary rules and usages. As a proof to you that we have attained that which we set out to do, the U and D’s give victory. On March the 11th, the Pierian’s and U and D’s competed in the following debate: Resolved, that a Constitutional Tax of one mill should be levied for the support of State Institutions of Higher Education in Texas, and that supplementary appropriation by the legislature should be prohibited. Misses Isla Patterson and Ruth Ravell were the contestants of the IJ and I) Society; while the Pierian’s were represented by Messrs. R. Q. Mills and Floyd Yeager. The judges decided in favor of the U and D’s. This will illustrate that an object and purpose always inspires and brings out the best in a society, and combined with ability, assures a perfect success. MEMBERS Pauline Allen Flo Atkins Ruby Black Nona Mae Bates Mary Beth Bugg Ladie Barnett Louise Brown Sarah Cox Lucie Carley Alma Groves Hazel Jackson Iris McKinnon Bernice Nussbaum Isla Patterson Lena Rutherford Lucile Scharff Mai Rivers Smith Nina Ruth Taylor Fae Taylor Eddie Wimbish Ruth Ravell THE PIERIAN SOCIETY OFFICERS President............A. C. Strickland Vice-President.......Fred Kimbell Secretary........... R. Q. Mills Treasurer............Edwin Mills Critic...............Miss Black Sargeant-at-Arms.... Roddie Brown ROLL Clyde Adams Huey Adams Andrew Allison Ray Atkins Joe Lee Bennett Travis Bennett Elmer Bevill Bernice Bradley Ernest Browder Roddie Brown J. H. Buchanan Henry Cox Lester (’ox Robert Cralle Wilmer Hamilton Earl Harris Henry Heck Lucian Hughes Roscoe Holton Clifton Hughes J. T. Jones W. T. Jones Thawd Kierbow Fred Kimbell Herbert Martin Edwin Mills R. Q. Mills Millard Padgett Dee Ravell Ernest Robinson Silton Salser Allen Shipp Cull Shipp Ernest Walker Bruce Whitcomb Floyd Yeager Miss Ruby Black Mr. A. C. Strickland LIMESTONE CHAMPION DEBATERS MILLS AND YEAGER The Pierian Literary Society was organized on October the first among the members of the High School Classes. The Society was organized for the purpose of improving our manner of declaiming and debating, and we can truthfully say that it accomplished its purpose. This statement is substantiated in that one of our boys won second place in the Junior Declaiming Contest at Corsicana, although he had about twenty opponents. In addition to this, our debaters were unamimously voted winners in the County Contest, thus placing a Loving Cup in our long list of Trophies. We did not feel disappointed when the Girls’ Debaters out-spieled our team, owing to the fact that “girls is girls,” and that the majority of the judges were young men. And then, you know, there is nothing like unto a Woman’s tongue when it comes to arguing. Our members are indeed appreciative of the patience our President displayed towards us. We feel that were it not for his interest in us, our Tuesday evenings would not have been so pleasantly passed. We also want to say that our Critic was “on her job.” We did not know that there were so many mistakes running at large that were liable to criticism. The Society held two open sessions and these were attended by appreciative audiences. The members were responsive when called upon for im-proptu selections. This was our first year of membership in the Interscholastic League and we are confident that we made a good attempt in the debating contests. On the whole, the Society was a benefit to each and every member, and in conclusion will say that we are out for the Debating Championship for the next year. -Society Reporter. INTERSCHOLASTIC MEET On Friday and Saturday, March 24 and 25th, the Limestone County Interscholastic Meet was held at the Groesbeck High School building. On that day the campus was filled with about a thousand visitors and contestants, in spite of the March winds. Friday evening the declamation contests were held. Harris Gibson of Mexia won first place in senior declamation for boys; Miss Ruth Reynolds of Mexia, first place in senior girls’ declamation contest; Sporn Arendale of Groesbeck, first place in junior boys’ declamation; Maurine Anglin of Groesbeck, first place in junior girls’ declamation. We think Sporn deserved special mention on account of his being only eight years of age. The State Director says he is the youngest participant ever in the Interscholastic League. R. Q. Mills and Floyd Yeager of Groesbeck, will represent the county at the district meet in debate. The girls’ basketball championship of Limestone was won by Coolidge, in a hotly contested game with Little Brazos, the score being 17-14. The spelling contest was won by Miss Sowders of Utah. But our girls, Isla Patterson and Ada Thetford did good work. Mexia won first place and Coolidge second in the Senior Track meet; Coolidge, first, and Groesbeck, second, in the junior Track meet. Ray Atkins and Ernest Robertson of Groesbeck hold the Tennis championship of the county. Our visitors from the University said the meet was an exceptionally good one for the first one in the county. We appreciated Mr. Calloway’s presence and aid in carrying out the meet. He emphasized the purpose of the meet to be the development of th boys and girls, and not the winning of points. Every teacher and person interested in the work of the schools in the county ought to take note of this purpose and make the meet next year ideal, as far as is possible. TO MR. ELDER: Elder, we might say, is a hard task-master. He knows History from A to izzard; And knowing, himself, his questions create disaster, When shot to us, so like a blizzard. If Elder only catch you talking, Fifty “things” you’re sure to get; And, he’s BAD about sending folks walking; He says—but he’s never done it yet. On mid-terms, did our hearts turn to water? At those questions that he gave? No, each copied dates down on his blotter, Determined to go “fighting to his grave.” Respectfully subscribed, after the diplomas were written —Floyd Yeager, '16. THE YEAR’S SPORTS R. Q. MILLS, ATHLETIC EDITOR The season of 1915 marked the beginning of the foot-ball career of C H. S., altho we labored under many difficulties, owing to the persevering efforts of our Coach, Mr. Strickland, we made a beginning that we are not ashamed of, because it showed constant improvement. Captain Brown at full back did the best work of the season and especially starred at line plunges and forward passes. Turner, our invincible left tackle, was the heaviest man on the team and always got the man he went after, and the player Turner tackled was lucky to escape without a broken neck. Walker, our quarter back, tho light, evinced good head work, and made a specialty of intercepting forward passes. Our center, Henry Cox, was one of our heaviest men and did good work at his position and at tackling. “Allison Brothers,” guards, held that line like turtles. Andrew was heavy and dependable at tackling. Leroy, too, was good at tackling. Edwin Mills, left end was a fast, man and was particularly efficient at running interference. Dellet Andrews, right tackle, did his best work at running interference The specialty of Harris, right end, was receiving forward passes and tackling. Yeager, right half, was among the best. He never failed to gain on end runs and was good at running interference. Mills, the fastest man on the team, showed up best at tackling and gaining on end runs. Everybody remember the spectacular way in which Roberson, paying left end, received forward passes in the last match game. Allen Shipp, deserves credit for holding the line and downing his man. Although at first glance, the report of the games looks discouraging, we feel that it was caused by lack of experience and the lightness of our te rn, the average being only 140 lbs. Captain...... Left Guard... Left Tackle. .. Left End..... Center....... Right Guard Right Tackle. Right End.... Quarter Back Left Half.... Right Half... Full Back.... Roddie Brown Andrew Allison ..Joy Turner Edwin Mills ..Henry Cox Leroy Allison ..Dellet Andrews Earl Harris ...Ernest Walker R. O Mills ..Floyd Yeager ..Roddie Brown The biggest grand stand feature made was in practice when our little quarter back ran between ‘Leg’s’ legs for a touch down. The biggest tradgedy of the season was during the last game with Mart when we had the ball within a foot and a half of the goal and the whistle blew for the time of the first half. Naturally, we had a sneaking idea that we got short measure as Mart was keeping the time. Mart-Groesbeck 13-0 Calvert-Groesbeck 27-0 Mexia-Groesbeck 53-0 Mart-Groesbeck 52-0 i TRACK TEAM An entirely new form of athletics, as for as the High School is concerned, was introduced this year. Track contests were never held before. With the coming of the Intercholastic League into this county it became necessary for Groesbeck to develope boys in this phase of athletics. Early in the spring a track was laid out around the high school athletic field and from that time on boys could be seen most any afternoon running, jumping and vaulting. By the time for the county contests to be held R. Q. Mills, Floyd Yeager and Andrew Allison were showing up well in the sprints. A. Allison showed great ability in the high jump. Roy Allison showed well in the weights. With another year’s training Groesbeck should have several good men in track. Some half-dozen boys have expressed their desire to go in for track work another year. We have fine prospects in Maurice Yeager, Elmer Bevill, Claude Priddy, and a number of others (hat we will not take the time to name, for future track men. The “Gasser” hopes that next year’s county track meet will be won by Groesbeck. BASEBALL Roddie Brown..... Ernest Robertson Vester Sullivan.. Edwin Mills...... Ernest Walker.... Roddie Brown..... J. T. Jones...... Ray Atkins....... R. Q. Mills Roscoe Holton.... W. T. Jones...... Captain Catcher First Base Second Base Third Base Pitcher Right Field Center Field Left Field Right Field Second Base GAMES G. H. S. vs Mexia H. S. 5 - 9 G. H. S. vs Merchants 14 - 6 G. H. S. vs Watt 6 - 8 G. H. S. vs Mexia H. S. 3 - 5 G. H. S. vs Merchants 15 ■ 3 G. H. S. vs Merchants 12 - 2 G. H. S. vs Teague H. S. 11 - 5 BASKET-BALL Alma Groves......................Captain Lucy Carley.............................Business Manager !Alma Groves Snoda Herod Isla Patterson Mary Glaze Hazel Jackson i First Center J Ada Thetford ) Ladie Barnett Second Center Hazel Jackson ) Oma Martin Forwards Lola Wilson ( Lucy Carley GAMES G. H. S. vs Mexia H. S. 10 - 22 G. H. S. vs Scrubs 15 - 4 G. H. S. vs Kosse 14 - 12 G. H. S. vs Kosse 19 - 23 LIMESTONE TENNIS CHAMPIONS VTS Cv MISCHIEVOUS SUSIE ANNA Susie Anna was wild with delight. Her father and mother had at last consented to let her go to hoarding school. She had teased, begged, cried, and Pi fad. at short intervals, all summer long, and now, O! Joy, they said she might go. Now, Susie Anna was not anxious to go to hoarding school because sue liked to study, hut because, Rosa, her best chum, was going and she could not bear the idea of being left at home without her. “May 1 go and tell Rosa, mother?” asked Susie Anna, after her fond parents had broken the joyful news to her. ‘‘Vre3. deir, but hurry back, as dinner will be served soon.” She had hcru'y finished speaking, when Susie Anna whirled on her toes and was gone in a flash. “O. Rosa!” she cried breathlessly, as she burst in on that astonished person. “I’m going. I’m going, I’m going!” “Going?” cried Rosa, “Going where?” “To boarding school with you,” answered Susie Anna, whirling around end around, as was her habit when greatly excited or happy. “O!” shrilled Rosa, and they fell into each other’s arms. When Susie Anna and Rosa arrived at the boarding school, they did not fee! quite so big as when they started. But they soon became acquainted with a number of girls, and then the fun began, as Rosa later termed it. Now Susie Anna was a great lover of cats, and when she came upon two of them one day on the campus, she adopted them on the spot. As she picked them up, she saw coming toward her one of the teachers, so she hid them un-under her coat and escaped to the hall.” Just then the bell rang for chapel, and as the teacher was coming on steadily behind her. she could do nothing else but march straight into chapel with the two cats hid under her coat. She managed to slip into her seat without being detected, and she breathed a silent prayer for that. “Guess what I have under my coat.” asked Susie Anna of her next neighbor. “O! what is it?” asked the girl. “Silence!” thundered the professor as he looked over the room. Then he proceeded to make his daily talk. “Meow!’’ came a voice from nowhere. The professor stopped talking, and asked in a gruff voice, “Has anyone in the room a cat?” Susie Anna turned red, but said nothing. Just then there came another “meow”, followed by more, and then the sound of fighting and scratching. Of course, by that time, the professor had located the source of the noise. He looked sternly over his glasses and said, “Miss Susie Annie Ware, please come forward!” ( hapel was dismissed and the professor had a long talk with Susie An-in, but what he said to her was never known elsewhere. Needless to say, she never carried cats with her to chapel again. The girls teased Susie Anna about the cat, and she was determined to get even. One morning early, before anyone was astir, a figure clad in a red kimona crent down the broad stairway, down the hall, and into the big dining-room. In her hand Susie Anna carried a large paper bag. Going to the table, she emptied the sugar from every sugar bowl, into the napkin, and then filled them again with the contents of the bag she carried. The girls came chattering into the dining-room, looking as fresh as roses. Their tea and cereal was served, and every one used plenty of sugar. Susie Anna’s eyes were dancing, but nobody noticed. Suddenly, several girls choked, and quickly began drinking water, and some left the table hurriedly, while the matron and waiter looked on horrified and amazed. “Salt!” screamed one. i“Salt!” took up the others, and they made such a noise, the professor came running in, and discovered, too late, that he had forgotten his wig. The matron said she would look into the matter, and hurried off to the kitchen, but soon came back, wearing a mystified expression, and kept murmuring, “How strange!’ During the excitement, Susie Anna made her escape, and started to her room. On the way down the hall, she had to pass the professor’s room. Glancing in, she caught sight of a gray wig on the chiffonier. Quick as a flash, she darted in through the open doorway, seized the wig and fled down the hall, just as she heard the professor coming up the stairs, saying, “What a mystery! What a mystery!” Susie Anna flung herself on the bed and shook with silent laughter. “What on earth do you find so funny to laugh about?’’ asked Rosa who had got a large portion of the salt. “Salt,” whispered Susie Anna, overcome with laughter, “and, O! Rosa, did you see the professor without his wig?” “Of course, I saw him for a second or two,” answered Rosa. “Well, dearie, you’ll see him longer than that,” said Susie Anna, sitting up, and wiping the tears from her eyes. “What on earth—” began Rosa, but she got no further. Out in the hall there arose a hum of voices, the professor’s raised in an angry shriek. Susie Anna smoothened the bed-cover under which she had hid the wig and followed Rosa out into the hall. “Someone has stolen my wig,” shouted the professor again and again as he glared at those about him. “You will hardly find it shouting, my dear professor,” said the gentle little matron; to which the angry and comical professor replied by going into his room and shutting the door with a bang. As this was the weekly holiday, Susie Anna told her friends to come with her as she had planned a joke on the professor. “What can Susie Anna be up to, now?’’ asked one girl. “Who can say?” answered the other. “Susie Anna is the life,” sang one, as they marched into that important lady’s room. “Be seated, fair ladies,” smiled Susie Anna, as she locked the door, and drew the curtain over the transom. “Now, girls,” she began in business-like tones, you must every one hold up your right hand and solemnly promise never to breath to a living soul what I am about to reveal to you.” “And if we refuse to promise?” asked one girl, mischievously. “Then you are excused from the room,” was the pointed reply. “We promise, we promise,” cried all the girls, holding up their right hands. They were curious to know what Susie Anna had to say. Reaching under the bed, Susie Anna slowly pulled out the napkin of sugar which she opened, as she solemnly announced “Sugar!’ “O!” gasped the girls in unison. They understood in a minute, and turned on Susie Anna in a body. “You made us promise not to tell, but we will get even, just wait Susie Anna Ware.” ... “Wait, girls, wait,” called out Susie Anna, as the girls were about to depart, “the greatest surprise is yet to ome,” and she stooped, put something on her head, and when the girls looked, to their amazement, they beheld Susie Anna wearing the profssor’s wig, and dancing around and around in the middle of the bed. “Susie Anna. The wig!” was all that they could say, and that was said in awed whispers. ... “Listen,” said Susie Anna, “I’ll show you what I’m going to do, and please, girls, remember, you are never to tell.” She went over to her desk and opened a bottle of red ink, which she emptied into her wash basin. Then, taking the poor professor’s gray wig, she slowly dipped it in, saying, “Now, I baptise thee.” 0 I The girls had recovered from their surprises and joined in the sport. “What a beautiful shade of red,” they cried, and the wig came up fiery red. “Now,” said Susie Anna, turning to Mable, who was a great primp. “Please, dear, run and get your curling tongs for me, while I hold the wig in the sun to dry. Would you mind lighting the kerosene burner in the chafing-dish, Rosa, dear?” “I always was crazy about red curly hair,” continued Sue, as she gazed admiringly at the wig,” after burning a finger and some of the wig. Susie Anna stood back to look at the tightly curled wig. “Beautiful, beautiful,” she murmured, while the girls went into fits of laughter. While the professor was taking his daily walk with his head tied up in a muffler, Susie Anna stole quitely into his room, and restored the stolen wig, but, alas! not as she had taken it. When the professor went to his room, the girls listened at the key-hole to hear what he would say. What was said was more shocking than what they had expected from the professor, so the girls fled in all directions. Susie Anna’s jokes were a trial to the teachers and delight to the girls at school. She was a lovable girl and had many friends, who, at the end of school were loath to bid farewell to one who had furnished so much amusement and pleasure. But, then, of course, she was coming back the following year, and they were looking forward to many more exciting and thrilling adventures. —Preston Rawls, T8. SENIOR IDIOCIES AND IDIOCRACIES A. G. Reads Society Columns before breakfast; has a party every night; has four beaux, an entrancing smile, a box of chocolates in her desk, a reputation, hope for marriage; and a sorry knowledge of Physics. R. A. Diminutive; but active as gossip; plays all over a Tennis court at once; quick with his feet and cutting remarks. Is funny, saucy and devilish. He can do anything in Physics from operating a wireless to screwing the nut off the radiator. J. L. B. Is very reserve and quiet when he sleeps. He has a hankering for girls, a liking for chewing gum, a shadow of a hope for graduation, winning ways, and some feet. D. L. Doesn’t give a hang for society; apparently abhors skirts; has a tendency for eating books, and is usually broke. E. W. Is first cousin to an automobile; has a passive desire for society; is atheletic; and wouldn’t walk ten feet to know a Geometry lesson. S. P. Never talks, but studies. Is very glad that this is leap year, because, you know, she gets a whole day extra for studying. H. O. Has a tendency to break pianos and talk, a bad habit of going to Dallas just to dance; posses a desire to know Latin, an ambition to slay Messrs. Wentworth Smith, and is rumored to have descended from Beethoven. Is also a very bad lady-killer. N. R. T. Is the guy what put “sham” in chamois. She is fast in society; last asleep to the world outside of society; faster in love; anf faster still when she gets in R. B.’s auto. Is pretty; 16; and fashionable. R. B. Is stylish, good-natured, and a remarkable nickle-tosser; Is the best athelete in the school; knows it, and admits it, He often writes Post-Cards to girls. R. Q. M. Has about as many demerits as hairs on his heads; is handsome, and looking for a new girl; is atheletic and social. Has broken more girls’ hearts than there are days in the year. F. Y. Has a passionate desire for misplacing books, whistling in the study hall, kicking a football, and quarreling; has a streak of humor, grey hair; and some very nice, large feet. F. K. Always likes to keep something stirred up; will take great pains to see that it is done. Gets demerits purposely to quarrel with the teachers about it. Is talkative, unatheletic, and happy. PSALM TO THE FOOT-BALL TEAM 1. Why boastest thyself of glory, scoreless team? The constancy of thy defeat endureth forever. 2. Thy punts causeth laughter; like thy passes, working constimation. 3. Thou fumblest on every turn, and squabbling is thv great weakness. Selah. 4. Thou claimest every imaginable virtue, oh, thou deceitful team. 5. We will curse thee forever, because thou hast lost out; and we shall have hope in thy gains, but have doubt in thy success, oh, foot ball team. Selah. Bruce Whitcomb, ’18. BY YOUR HELP WE WILL SUCCEED The Gods, up here, have decreed that the surrounding community would be the proud reader of the first phamplet compiled and published by the ablest representatives of this respected institution. It is not a play, a romance, or a tragedy, but merely a catalog of the towns mightest accomplishment. To render thanks to the staunch advocates of a greater school, and pay tribute to its honored name and success is the chief motive of its publication. It has a mission but has no muzzle. Like all questions brought before the public, it has met with opposition. Strong resistance we must say, for no great event arises without much opposition. But invincible is our army. With faith in our conquering arms, and commanded by an able general, we are to storm the fortress of success. We must take it to make our school the best, and by your help we will do so. Perhaps no man would make war upon our school or destroy our sacred rights to further its progress. But an untentional calamity to our efforts is as painful to our school as one boldly wrought at our vital strength. No father would retain his son from school because he had the privelege, since he had pretected him in his youth. And furthermore, that same pure and honest parent would decline to halt the efforts of his striving son in making the town's best organization more efficient, thereby creating more enthusiasm in the work for the following seniors. We partly recognize that we are tomorrow’s men and women and sincerely entreat the experienced heads to aid us in our first undertaking by encouraging Groesbeck’s second annual to a more glorius, event which will form the stepping-stone to the school’s better success. The countless numbers that have rendered aid and encouragement in this successful campaign of publishing the School’s first Annual have foretold the enthusiasm the event has brought forth. The School planned and made the record which this small leaflet contains, and Groesbeck published it. For this we wish to express our sincere gratitude and heartfelt thanks. Nine months we toiled in making this book; much money was consumed in giving it to the public, and lo, in the end, we find ourselves unable to express our appreciation to the staunch advocates of its success. And in the end, good people cf Groesbeck, do not forget that for your untiring efforts of encouragement we thank you. In this great age of opportunity no man is limited except to the fact that he is limited by the man himself. Then he is limited by the unwillingness to direct his attention to that extent. The school of “never do well” is bounded by three impassable barriers: idleness, failure, and ignomious citizens; let not our feet stumble on the dark mountains of eternal death. Do not turn a deaf ear to our feeble summons for encouragement. Reply in the best serviceable manner. Multiply the leaves of this volume to a greater and better book, or thwart our school, which will you take? The school is the mcst essential branch of civilization’s beating heart. Without it life fails, feeling is numb, minds are dumb and stupid, winter loiters on its visit, and the brightness of life never comes again. But the loyal patriot will not desert his country in time of peace or war, success or failure. Lend help to our school and further civilization; protect its sacred name and preserve our country, for he wiio saves his country, saves himself, saves everything, and all things saved do bless him; but he who lets his nation die, lets all things die, dies ignobly himself, and all things dying will curse him. —Lawley, 16 ( v IN THE COMMENCEMENT OF LIFE DO NOT OVERLOOK THE MAIN THING: START A BANK ACCOUNT WITH US. CONTINENTAL STATE BANK OF GROESBECK TX7 l Itco2UQ.lo Oarag'e L. S. WHITCOMB, Proprietor. Always ready to serve the public with A COMPLETE LINE OF AJAX AND GOODRICH SAFETY TREAD TIRES Acetylene Welding and Vulcanizing Automobile Repair and Lathe Work Home Baker37- Home of fresh bread, cakes and candies. We are here to please you and will appreciate your patronage. All students can afford to lunch here. Good eats for a small price is our motto. 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