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

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1'-1. 4 , 1 V. 1 1. ,,., Y ,, 4 - V I W saass s o s at o I 1 :fy .4 -7 A LET , 5 1 k 1 1- U asa i n :.. gfX!'.f.AJ.'-.L- 4.7 1 11 1 1 xiii As Juniors we thought ourselves an immense success, and elected 1' QF' a capable corps of officers to run the class. Our J. Hop came off splenf mfg, didly, as did everything else we endeavored to do, Even our studies lllk l seemed to come more easily and we considered all things well done. , Being upperclassmen, we could lord it over both the Sophomores and 1 1: Freshmen, and still look forward to the joys of the coming year. q All too soon time rolled around and we found ourselves approachf lx ing that ever-longed-for stage of life-Seniorhood. We were rather l disappointed, discovering that we were not quite as big and did not 1 q know as much as we suspected was required to meet the qualifications 1 ' of a Senior. Nothing had changed and we were just plain, common, i everyfday people, We acquired much knowledge in the passing year il 1 that somewhat made up for this, and we came out on top, not only in our studies, but in the Senior activities also. The first of our projects, a film portraying the 'Courtship of Miles Standish, was enjoyed by 1 1 all, and the second, An Evening With the Stars, spent with Professor gulf Baumgardt, came with the promise of a free banquet to those selling ii ' the required number of tickets. The Senior Prom, the picnic, and last, 1 7 but by no means least, Commencement, fulfilled our greatest expectaf ' tions, and we were proud to say that we had graduated from Scott High, although the idea of finally having to leave saddened us. ' The day was drawing to a close when our little group broke up, l and we all felt that we had greatly benefited by our short reunion. 1 1 Ml!! 5 11 1.111- EW '11 1- gg... 2'1:, 1110711 W

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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

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A DREAM PHYLLIS DAvis Asleep one night, a dream I dreamed, And in my fancy's eye I seemed Deserted in a wood. There were no lights to guide me through And there was naught for me to do, But wander in the wood. While groping aimlessly around, A strangely envious lamp I found, Mayhap it is Aladdin's own - 'Twas different from the lamps I'd known- 'gAnd lying in a wood! Methought I'd rub the lamp to see The fam'd genii bow to meg I rubbed, but naught occurred, and still I waited, wondering, until A voice came from the wood: You have the lamp of knowledge old, And whosoe'er its handles hold Shall have one wish and one alone- And then, again, it must he thrown Into this lonely wood. I wished for knowledge, iinally threw The lamp away, and then I knew The pathway from the wood. I did not know, in dream that night, That only knowledge is our light, And I should wander long before l'd End that wondrous lamp of yore, In woods of ignorance. IIICSH