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

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Parisian 1923 Marie Neal (Schneck), Naomi Sheidler (Beltz), Georgia Tappy (Furrow), Olive Toomire (Gor- don), Leona Weaver (Heck), Grace Reed, Flos- sie Bull, Ray Allison, Raymond Kemp, Harvey Loudenbaek. The class address was given by Prof. John Rich- eson. The class furnished the music. A reception was given by the high school in Masonic Hall. Our farewell class meeting was held at the home of Adelaide Frornme. Here we cut up our flag, each receiving a piece. Death has claimed one of our most beloved classmates. Class ’12 Song How dear to our hearts is the scene we are leaving, To enter a pathway untried by us all; How dear to our hearts is the memory weaving Its beauty of dreams of the days past recall! Our classmates, our teachers, their names will not perish. And thoughts of our school in some far distant day, Will bring with its fragrance the ‘rose’ that we Cherish, Its petals of ‘old rose’ our treasure for aye. I —Flossie Bull. CLASS OF 1917 On September first, 1913, twenty-two freshies found themselves rather unhappily located in the Green Room. We all felt that we well deserved to enter High School. Supt. James H. Fortney with Miss Esther Kail as principal and Miss Carena Jackman assist- ant principal were our teachers. As sophomores, Harold Barger joined our number. This year we had a new superintendent, Mr. W. C. Cole- man with Miss Jackman principal and Miss Ruth Maxwell assistant. During our Junior year one more was added to our number, Elva Runkle. In our senior year with Miss Blanche Lawther prin- cipal and Miss Florence Wyman assistant, Hazel Lindsey enrolled in our class this year. Many of our class participated in an operetta, “The Windmills of Holland,” directed by Miss Florence Jones, our music teacher. We were now seven- teen in number, seven girls and ten boys. As this was the largest class to be ready for graduation in the history of the school we decided to give a class play, the first undertaken by any class. Accordingly “Professor Peterkin Pepp” was chos- en and from the play a neat sum of money was realized. With this fund we bought the library table and chairs which may now be seen in use in the library. Our Baccalaureate service was held in the Methodist Church with the sermon by Rev. J. M. Smith. On Thursday evening, May 24. Prof. Lester E. Wolfe of O. S. U. delivered the commencement address and we found our- selves no longer under the protection of the dear old S. P. H. S., but out in th world for ourselves. On the High School service flag are two gold stars which represent two members of our class, Keith Cretors and Elva Runkle, whose lives were given in the service of our country. In the bus- iness world we find Lowell Ammon, our class pres- ident, located in Columbus, Leota Runkle, our secretary, also in Columbus, Owen Harvey of Springfield, Laura Spence in Washington D. C., Forest Taylor, Urbana, Glen Vickrey, Cincin- nati, Harold Barger, Thackery, Harold Cannon and Dan Tappy of St. Paris, Gertrude Brecken- ridge and Hazel Lindsey Romiser have taken up domestic duties. Earl Walborn is a scientific farmer while Mildred Hanback and the other mem- ber are at work in the home school. We shall ne’er forget our Alma Mater Though our High School days are o’er We will ever love our S. P. H. S. As we did in days of yore. Yellow and Black will always be the colors That will make our pulses thrill S. P. H. S. to you, we will e’er be true High School Days, dear High School Days! —N. B. W. CLASS OF 1918 In the fall of 1914, class ’18 began its career in S. P. H. S. With timid, fast beating heai'ts, they found themselves, hardly knowing how it happened, in the Green Room of the old brick building. There were eighteen of us, nine girls and nine boys. Like all Freshies, past and present, we felt that we would make the old school famous. Many events, during those four short years, are stamped upon our minds, not to be erased, but rather deepened by time. Shall we ever forget our first journey to the Pink room? It was with fear and trembling that we dragged our lagging steps there, to the tune of handclapping and smile, feeling mere infants, in the presence of the high and mighty upper classmen.

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Parisian CLASS OF 1909 In the spring of 1909 there graduated a class of eight girls and three boys: namely, Mary Dye, Fanny Cowan, Mary Poorman, Lucinda Leedom, Zetta Beaty, Grace Goode, Flossie Hancock, Bes- sie Huffman, Harry Hunter, Tracey Jones, and Harry Manning. Mary Dye and Harry Hunter tied for first honor. As most classes do, this class had a flag. As an inducement to matrimony it was decided that the class flag should become the property of the one who first entered the bond of wedlock. At a final meeting of the class the question arose as to who should be custodian of the flag until some one fell victim to Cupid’s darts. Through sym- pathy, perhaps, it was suggested that the flag be kept by Harry Manning, who had gained the repu- tation of being the most bashful boy in high school. Today, although all but two of the class are married, the first keeper of the class banner is still its possessor. The members of the class are all living and meeting the tests of life bravely. Out of this class, six have taught school for a while. One of the unique things about the class is that all three of the boys are now in the minis- try. Tracey K. Jones has been engaged in Y. M. C. A. work in China for a number of years, and is now in this country making a lecture tour. Harry Hunter is pastor of a church in Kansas City and Harry Manning is pastor of two local country churches. CLASS OF 1912 Yes, we had taken that awful Patterson exam- ination! had passed! (with credit to James Stev- ens, our eighth grade teacher) and graduated! n 1908 we entered the S. P. H. S. one of the lai’gest, and we thought the most brilliant of classes. While our upper classmates called us “green.” During the first two years of our course, D. O. Frelsford entertained us with his stock of jokes and pointed out the difficult points in algebra and so on. How refreshing to our young lives were his words, “Well, boys and girls, we will go bot- anizing this afternoon.” We never shall forget those trips. Miss Florence Hunter taught us our “amo, amas, amat,” English and whatever we needed. Miss Lottie Nelson (Hunt) taught us music and art. In the Junior year Miss Agnes Atkinson and Miss Corena Jackman took up the duties as tea- chers, while Miss Emma Zimmer taught the “do, re, mi.” James Fortney, whose memory is very dear to us, was our superintendent during the four years. We soon had a class meeting and elected Frank Culley as our president. As he moved from our school, we asked Harvey Loudenback to succeed him as our president. We chose old rose and white as our class colors and the rose as our flower. This color scheme was carried out in all our class meetings. Our first class meeting in the home was with Adelaide Fromme at the close of the Freshman year. But many more were to follow, especially the hayride to Frank Culley’s; the bobsled ride to Georgia Tappy’s and girls, do you remember the slumber party at Naomi Sheidler’s and the fudge we ate with a Spoon? During our Junior year we made hundreds of violets to decorate the commencement stage for Class ’ll. There were those Hallowe’en festivities held in Sheidler’s Hall, where we had our fortunes told, ate apples and pumpkin pie, drank cider and played “Skin to My Lou, My Darling.” Also the Senior receptions held in Masonic Hall. One of the most important organizations of our high school career was the Literary Society. And we remember with pride those programs. During our Freshman year, ’08 and ’09, the so- cieties were Delta and Imamo Mosiame, (We Have the Brains.) ’09 and ’10, South Pole and Alpha Chi (ax), ’10 and ’ll Cadmeian and L. O. V, ’ll and ’12 Aeolian and Columbian. Can’t you remember us singing, “The Yellow and the Black,” or is it “O Tempora, O Mores?” The Class ’12 was a very hard working group and much talent was shown. There was much rivalry for first place in the monthly ranking. The class honors were given Grace Reed. By May, 1912, there were only fourteen left to graduate. The Baccalaureate sermon was de- livered by Rev. Alfred Ankeney in the M. E. Church. On that wonderful night in May, the old stage in the Union Opera House was beau- tifully decorated in old rose and white. Seated upon it were the Class ’12, consisting of eleven girls and three boys: Adelaide Fromme (Faulk- ner), Marie Harmon (Norman), Tillie Kizer (Bodey) (deceased), Mar? Matthews (Smith),

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Parisian But all these little things were only initiations into the bigger things awaiting us, especially in our Senior year. It yet seems but a short time since we made our appearance on the Opera House stage in the play entitled “The Varsity Coach.’’ It may not have been so grand a success, but at least we felt that it was another step to graduation. Today, on going into the auditorium of the new building, the first thing to greet the gaze is the beautiful, green stage curtain which we helped to buy with the proceeds of our play. What seemed to us the final triumph was on the night of May 31st, 1918, when six of the original numbers and three new ones received their di- plomas. Out of the nine who received their diplomas that night four are now enjoying the happiness of wedded life. They are Marguerite Lee (Pence), Ada Vickrey (Clawson), Minnie An- derson and John Barger. Nat Brown and Carl- ton Owens are in the world of business, Nat being in Cincinnati and Carlton in St. Paris. Walter Barger, instead of being a farmer as our proph- ecies always read, is taking a course at Moore’s Eusiness College in Urbana. Wilbur Taylor is striving to train youthful minds in the ways of an education in the Jackson township schools. The writer is endeavoring to do likewise in the St. Paris schools. And now since our high school days are o’er and can be recalled in memory only, I believe I can express the sentiment of each and every one by writing the words of our class song. We’ll ne’er forget our High School days, Those deal-, sincere old High School days. We’ll ne’er forget S. P. H. S. ’Twas there long friendships did progress, ‘Tis there true hearts are never lack, All loyal to the yellow and black. There e’er will be a golden haze, Around those dear old H. S. days. —Helen McBeth. CLASS OF 1921 Once upon a time, as all good stories should begin, a brand new teacher, lead a brand new bunch of Freshmen from the Green Room into the Pink Room of the old school house on the hill. The teacher we found out to be Miss Mary K. Newton, while the bunch of Freshmen was none other than the illustrious class of ’21. The upper classmen seemed to appreciate the fact that they were viewing an extraordinary class as we filed in, for they all smiled at us and clapped. Some of them even laughed out loud. We had a lot of fun that year, even if most of us did get through Latin One. Mr. Miller made a wonderful Biology teacher, but he had to go to war and Mr. Laughridge came. Under his tu- toring, the Freshmen girls became very adept at throwing fishworms in Biology. The first class meeting held at Lucile Jenkins’, was the “most eventful event” of the year. It was a sweeping victory for the Freshmen as the Sophomores were forced to retire before a murderous fire of green apples. The one big disappointment of the whole year to the Freshmen boys at least, was the fact that we didn’t get to carry out our plans of tieing Lop Lee up in the cemetery. Our Sophomore year was spent almost as care- free as was our Freshmen. Of course by the time we were becoming a little more dignified, as naturally we should, we were a year older. We also had the honor of formulating the Freshman rules of conduct. By the time we became Juniors, we began to realize that we had been having a lot of fun so far and that we had better begin settling down to work. This was our first year in the new building and also our first meeting with Miss Gor- don and Miss Kramer, which brings back memo- ries of the study hall. Of course we were model boys and girls but those awful Seniors and Fresh- men were always doing something for which we got the “credit.” The class parties did not happen quite so fre- quently this year, but when they did occur we made up for lost time in breaking up furniture. To cap the climax of our Junior year, the Junior girls “copped” the Senior flag. When it looked as though the poor Seniors would have to put on their play without their flag, the girls took com- passion on them and returned it. As Seniors, we entered upon our “Storm and Stress Period.” It seems, as we look back on it now, as if we had something to argue about almost all year. However, we lived through it. We even got up courage enough to publish the first number of the “Parisian.” After the usual fights over pins, programs, etc., we finally came to the “Sheep Skin” stage. I am