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

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Parisian HARRY SPRAGUE —He speaks an infinite deal of nothing. Columbian Literary Society, ’20, ’21. Hi-Y Club, ’22, ’23. Hi-Y Club Treasurer, ’22. NAOMIBODEY —She is quiet but she delivers the goods. Delphian Literary Society, ’20, ’21.

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Parisian n NELLY HAHN —Or light or dark, or short or tall, She sets a spring to snare them all. Delphian Literary Society, ’20, ’21. Class Treasurer, ’20, ’21, ’22, ’23. CLYDUS STEINBERGER —To us there is no one like you but yourself. Delphian Literary Society, ’20, ’21. President of Class, ’20, ’21, ’22, ’23. Basketball, ’21, ’22, ’23. Hi-Y Club, ’22, ’23. MILDRED GINN —Not very tall, Not very small, But fair and liked by all. Delphian Literary Society, ’20, ’21. Hywttat Club, ’21, ’22, ’23. HERMAN SMITH —Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. Delphian Literary Society, ’20, ’21. IRENE ROBERTS —Music is the universal language of mankind. Orchestra, ’22, ’23.

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Parisian rr Poem of Class of ’23 Four years ago we entered “Hi” We always passed the year’s Exams As Freshies both wise and shy. With a record that was good. The Upper Classes treated us mean, For we were a class that always But we all knew the reason why. Did as the teachers said we should. As we entered Old St. Paris High, Think of all those class meetings, Brilliant, gay and free, Of the fun and things to eat. All did cry, 0 my! 0 my! No one could hardly wait till then, A finer class we ne’er did see. I say, “They couldn’t be beat.” Then forthwith each did try Oh, how the pennies used to roll To test us one and all Down that old study hall floor, With stunts to make you sign, And when the teachers would get them But none did fail or fall. It would be good-bye for ever more. So well we stood the test Gee, how it rang when a voice would say, They all were filled with awe. “I’ll see you after school,” These are the brightest and the best And then we knew we were in for it, That ever here we saw. And had broken some kind of rule. When we got down to business, straight,Those days are gone forever, mates, Without a single bit of fuss, We know without being told. Teachers all had to study late But never will the memories fade, To keep ahead of us. Of the class of “Blue and Gold.” Our basketball men are widely known, We wrote our lordly record high, Our baseball players, too, Also left a noble name, in games their skill and pep were shown, And now we give a little advice, Our fellows are true blue. So if you wish to win fame. We always had our lessons, “Get on your wings, you’ll have to fly But of worries we had none. Up higher than you can see Of course, when we had algebra If you want to catch up with our class, Why then “the fun began.” The good old class of “’23.” NELLIE HAHN.