Jesup Scott High School - Scottonian Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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g 2-X .- . ir an And Eth- Miss Barton, is she going with you? Larry flushed as he asked. 'LOh, no, Ethel has gone to the Isle of Pines, Mrs. Barton an' swered. Cuba is her home and she can't be far away from it. She is teaching in a little rural school there. Larry grinned. I'm supposed to go there next week, but I think I'll go tomorrow, and a look of complete understanding passed between them. Oh, my dear boy, I'm so glad! and tears of happiness came to her eyes. I hoped it would turn out this way. nLE?nr'fWi,,9u -, - , - ,-:- -1 -.1--fr -- - . ' 's f- - - ,. M 11: , 1-1-f -5.-xp, :::--rv--1,51-e..za'..::le:Ax.1i' Af . 1. ' 'i tf2i1Zi'TlT.lLf.1iififif 1.,.-TCT' : '-l??:jf?:-Fas 11-1Y?'fPT ' : 'i , , ,T T1 ' 1' A-f, ll ws lu

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' v MARGARET KAPP T WAS Friday, the thirteenth, and I Was alone in the house reading. Suddenly I heard a great commotion just outside the window that sounded like an old Ford, full of young people. Looking out I beheld the identical car that we rode to school in the first day, and filled with all my old chums. They saw me and beckoned, and I hastened to join them. Off we started on the road to school, talking over our past experiences and living anew that happy, careless life of the irresponsible young. We easily remembered our feelings on that memorable day, several years ago, when we Hrst entered the portals of our awefinspiring building. We could see ourselves anxiously wandering about the halls in search of the rooms corresponding to the numbers on the long schedules, and called again to mind the annoyance caused by those great creatures, the Seniors. The third floor, inf habited by these mighty Brobbing najions, was seldom honored by our presence, as we felt so insignihcant, and we were satisfied to rule that part of the building assigned to us. Never will we 'forget the day we entered upon our career as Sophomores, looking down on the little Freshmen and saying within our hearts: Poor things, they sure are dumb! We had not as yet assumed responsibilities, and geometry and Latin did not bother us, until we received one of those obnoxious pieces of paper called nun' sats, a token of interest which was not welcomed by either ourselves or our parents. We made the grade, however, and had a very happy year-last we were to live in that way, as on the following September we shouldered our duties manfully. llrofull