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

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 Parisian 1923 sure the class all felt the same degree of gratitude to Supt. Welsheimer, for his short speech that night. Coming as it did after an interesting though somewhat lengthy address, I feel sure it was enjoyed as much if not more than the main address. As Seniors, we oftened wondered how S. P. H. S- was going to function without us, but she seems to bo doing very well never-the-less. Although according to my knowledge there is only one of our class outside the State now, we have never succeeded in getting together for a reunion. Some of the luckier ones of our crew are work- ing or teaching while others are still going to school. In conclusion I want to say (and I am sure the rest of Class ’21 feels the same) that we wish Class '23 a most successful number of the “Parisian,” “always bigger and better.” I The Trip of the Freshman Class to Piqua “You may go now, but be careful and act just as if you were in school.” This came from Mr. Turner as he dismissed us. We ran down stairs four steps at a time but of course very quietly. Five boys piled into “Mack’s” Ford and one boy cranked it. Since it was one of the survivors of the war, it had no self starter. He cranked and cranked, but she wouldn’t even act as if she might go. Finally somebody suggested pushing it. So we all piled out and pushed her out the driveway. Finally she started and we all piled in. She ran all right, except when we would reach the summit of a hill. Then the wind would fairly make her stop but we got there. We found the studio easily and soon the rest ar- rived. We had our pictures taken and I think somebody had a spite at us for they moved and the photographer had to take two more before we get a good one. We went down stairs after it was over and took our turn at cranking the Ford, but it was very particular and had to be pushed. We got out of Piqua a few miles when somebody suggested putting some water in the radiator. We stopped along a creek and somebody borrowed a bucket from a farm house and we gave Lizzy a drink of creek water. We started on and got within about a mile of St. Paris when the fan belt broke. We put more water in the radiator and came to town. We bought Mack a new fan belt because we thought we might want to use the jolly old Ford again sometime.

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