Johnson St Paris High School - Parisian Yearbook (Saint Paris, OH)

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History Class 1921 HE history of class ’21 is a long record of deeds of valor and renown. From our beginning as Freshmen until the present time we have made our presence felt, not only in school but through our town. We have for four years by some unaccountable reason, and in spite of opposition, persisted in putting ourselves into the glare of the spot light on every possible occasion. To attempt the enumeration of the high and mighty deeds of 1921 is almost beyond human power. As Freshies, we registered well, so well that some of us had to stand trying to look wise and comfortable until extra seats were provided. We fought better and won many glorious victories. We started out in a very business like way by first electing officers to preside for the year. These were President, Robert Taylor; Secretary and Treasurer, Marguerite Perfect. As we were only mere green Freshies, we looked to the upper classmen for advice, and as we saw them hold their jolly class meetings we at once decided to follow suit. WTe held our first class meeting at Lucille Jenkins. This was our first real social meeting—no words can describe the good time we enjoyed, and we all re- solved to continue these meetings all through High School, and we have always done this. Our boys were initiated to the fullest degree, by all the upper classmen. Rules were given to us, which we took in a friendly way as we were far sighted enough to know that some day in the future we would be upper classmen. We have never lost a class scrap from the time we all were taken into the reg- ular High School life, until today, and if modesty were not our besetting sin, we might say that our Freshman history was a Caesarian veni, vidi, vici affair. Our Sophomore year was a continuation of the victories of the Freshmen year, at this time we had taken a prominent place in all branches of high school life. Especially, did we shine in the gay social whirl, and were active in the literary societies. Our boys were considered fine athletics and in the inter-class track meet which was held in the spring 1919, we gave the Seniors a hard battle for first place, we only losing by a few points. Thus we arrived at our Junior year with no class fights to distract our minds until the very last month. Here came the awful battle between the J uniors and Seniors over the stolen class flag. How- ever this only lasted a few days and all is calm now. All through our Junior year we settled down to pursuit of peace. 1921 is not afflicted with any serious cases of brilliancy, yet we believe our class has a high average for persistent work. So well have we conducted ourselves and displayed our knowl- edge, several of the teachers have remarked, that such a class has not existed for many years. Could a class be paid a higher tribute than that? (Take this with a grain of salt) During our career our ranks have been much depleted, matrimony and other alluring fields of opportunity have appealed to some, yet we have the largest class that ever left the halls of dear old S. P. H. S. As those of us who are left arrive at the close of our Senior year and peer into the fu- ture we are ready to do our best and while our parting with each other is not without tragedy, yet we have battles to fight. The future is full of promises and we mean to make good and relieve myth- ical old Atlas’ shoulders of the burden he has born so long. —Jane Wiant. 45

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Commencement Program Class Play Cast of Characters Clyde Walker, the Dear Boy, President of the Class - - Robert Taylor Genevieve Walker, His Elder Sister, an Alumnus who knows it all—Ruth Hanback Mamie and Marjorie Walker, His Little Sis- ters, who are twins and have hopes. - Kathleen Leedom and Oneita Rudasill Caroline Walker, his Mother, who adores her boy ... Viola Rhynard Grandma Walker, his Grandmother, who has ideas of her own - Ethel Pence Mrs. Mary Milton, his Aunt on his mother’s side ... Lucille Hill Helen Milton, his country cousin who has plenty of “go” in her—Lucinda Hamilton Mrs. Martha Westfield, his fashionable Aunt on his father’s side - Pauline Hunt Leona Westfield, his city cousin who has a good opinion of her own charms - - Nell Ross Bessie Moore, his best girl who enjoys the fun ... Elma Beatty Jerusha Walker, his Old-Maid Aunt, who has a mission - Jeannette Wiant His Chums Tom Leonard - - Clifford Barger Dick Reed - - Clarence Beaver Harry Duff - - Paul Vickrey Professor Whitney Jones, his Athletic Coach ... Paul Klapp Professor Hudson, the High School Principal - Pauline Huffman GRADUATION EXERCISES School Auditorium - - May 24 Address - - Dr. Henry C. Williams Presentation of Diplomas County Supt., A. G. Welsheimer Music Ernest V. Musselman Arion Male Quartet RECEPTION BACCALAUREATE School Gymnasium - - May 20 Junior, Sophomore, Freshman Classes hosts to Senior Class School Auditorium - - May 22 Sermon - - Rev. Clive McGuire ALUMNI BANQUET 44 School Gymnasium May 25

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fflRiSiAN Class Poem (By Kay and Pat) To the S. P. H. S., in the year 17, Came a class both wondrous and fair, And the rest of the students could see at a glance, No others with them could compare. They thought it their duty to give us the test, As given to “Freshies” before, Our meetings disturbed by actions absurd, By that class known as Sophomore. They thereatened us, they stole our eats, But we were game all through We had our fun and sent some one Our refreshments to renew. The Sophomore year we’d rather pass, For storms were brewing then, And wily deeds we did perform, But worse they might have been. The Senior flag so carefully hidden, We found and took away, But by Professor Turner we were bidden To return or the penalty pay. Our Junior year was full of things, Our souls were often stirred, ’Twas then the speaker folded up the flag Of which you all have heard. In sport of every class and kind, We eagerly got in, We then were very hard to beat We wore the victor’s grin. How hard we worked for good grades, For the esteem of teachers and mates, Though easy winning the latter, ’Twas freely sent by the fates. Oh we’re there with the goods ’21 With class spirit filled to the brim, If there was ought to be done, ’Twas up to us of the vigor and vim. Oh the ages will never again Bring forth such a class as our own, Nor the all powerful point of the pen, Record such talent as shown. Our days in High School are almost over, This race is nearly won We soon will battle with the world Until our lives are done. And now before we break a way, We’ll bid vou all farewell. And like for you to join with us In the good old High School yell. Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah. 46