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

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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.

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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 1923 History of the Class of ’23 Life is a full blown year, With all things in their season; Thus, in our school career, Each change hath rhyme and reason. The seasons come and go Each with its gift in hand, That we may see and know How well all life is planned. FRESHMAN—SPRING Spring is the time when all green and living things burst into life. The green grass, flowers and trees send out their green leaves or shoots. That is why we call our Freshmen year our spring. We were just starting out in High School life. We were young and green (?) perhaps but we were not the first class nor yet the last class that has been called green. Although it was the springtime of our life it was not spring in the season. The day that we first ventured forth upon our quest of knowledge was a bright sunshiny day in October, there were 28 of us. When we arrived at the new school build- ing we wandered about, not knowing where to go as this was our first year in the new building. Finally Mr. Loudenback, our teacher, came up and directed us to our room. It was then that we first felt that we belonged somewhere. But thereafter our presence was felt for we began the first month by having a class meeting at Harry Sprague’s. This was a business as well as a social meeting and we elected the following class officers: President—Clydus Steinberger. Vice President—Harold Shank. Secretary—Genevieve Brown. Treasurer—Nellie Hahn. They have served the class faithfully all through our High School life. We were also given rules to follow and were initiated, but the rules as well as the initiation were soon forgotten. The Freshman year was full of interest- ing happenings for this class. Never will we forget those days, especially the time spent in the Study Hall under Mr. Laugh- ridge. We presented a very perplexing problem to our teachers, as we seemed to know so many of the tricks of High School life which they had never supposed small Freshmen to be acquainted with. The most exciting event of our Freshman year was the unexpected elcpement of Roma Cretors Croft. Other events followed fast upon each other and before long we were passing out of the Freshman Class to become Sopho- mores. This year we lost Treva Albright from our ranks. Thus our first vear in High School might be summed up by saying of ourselves: Once came eight and twenty babies Through our magic gates to pass, Scattering “If you please” and “maybes.” Weren’t they as green as grass. SOPHOMORE—SUMMER Summer time of our lives soon came upon us with an abundance of flowers, blue skies and sunshine. Our spring flowers were gone but in their place unfolded the beautiful flowers of sum- mer. We tried so hard to hold up our heads, for our flowers of knowledge were beginning to unfold. In this way our Sophomore year came upon us. With it came many new pleasures and duties. We were no longer little Fresh- men who could be oppressed and dictated to by our lordly upper classmen, but found ourselves in the ranks of the upper class- men. We could make rules for the Fresh- men and initiate them into the ups and downs of High School life, and this we certainly did, as those Freshmen will re- member. That year we lost two of our classmates. They were Thelma Purk and Lester Heck,