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

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eo P A IvJ I rJJ i yl M H Wd Rev. J. M. Smith preached the sermon. On Thursday evening, May 24, Prof. Lester E. Wolfe of O. S. U., delivered the Commencement address. It was then that we realized we no longer belonged to oil S. P. H. S. Now we were thrown uot in the great, big world to make way for ourselves. As soon as we graduated, two of our members Keith Cretors and Glen Vickery, enlisted in the army and another member, Elva Runkle went to a training camp. Keith was killed in the war and Elva diel while in camp. So now we have only fif- teen in our class. Five years after we graduated we had a reunion at Neva Wiant’s. We did not have any more until two yeas £go, when we decided to have one every year, the seconl Sunday in October. The first one was held in Harmon Park. This year we went to Columbus. We find them scattered and in differ- CLASS OF The class of 1910, like almost all Fresh- men classes started into high school with a large enrollment; took our part in athletics, literary societies, contests, etc. We had our class parties and class scraps, our un- ruly moments as well as our studious ones. In fact, I guess we were just an average normal class. All ten of us are taking our place in the world and working at our chosen professions: Fannie Bollinger, Home Economics instructor at Springfiel 1, CLASS O A score of years and nine months ago, a ban! of Freshman, seventeen strong enter- ed the portals of old S. P. H. S. In the spring of 1913, eight of them emerged, graduates strong and bold, Yea, we repeat “strong and bold.” For did it not require boldness to graduate on Friday night in the year 1913? Nevertheless on th afore mentioned date, these eight battle scarred veterans facel an audience which filled the old Union Opera House. Nor did they even so much as quaver or quake when the speaker of the evening, President Smith of Ohio Northern University, gave expres- sion to the dread superstition regarding the day and the year. They were a most distinguished group who sat upon the platform that evening in May. For mark you there were present: ent lines of work. Several now are located in Columbus, Lowell Ammon, Forrest Tay- lor, Glen Vickery, Laura Johnson Breeken- ridge; and Leota Runkle Watson, Orvin Harvey in Springfield; Harold Carmin in Detroit; Hazel Lindsey Romiser in InJiana; Laura Spence in Washington, D. C., Har- old Barger in Thackery; Neva Wiant Dc- Weese in Conover; Gertrude Kite Leam- mon, Earl W'alborn, Dan Tappy and the writer are in St. Paris. 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 the days of yore, Yellow and black will always be the colors That will always make our pulses thrill S. P. H. S. to you, we will e’er be true High school days, dear high school Jays. —Mildred N. Hanback. 1910 Ohio; Faye Harvey Glamosky, Detroit, Michigan; Asenath Kizer Hanson, St. Louis, Missouri; Helen Frye Leffel, Christians- burg; Earle Guthridge, dentist at Truckee, California; Lloyd Huffman, Dayton; Cary Kite, dentist at St. Marys, Ohio; Byron Sny- red, manager of creamery at Troy, Ohio; Luther Snyder, mail carrier, Urbana; Jes- sie M. Nixon, librarian at McKinley Junior high school at Columbus. —Jessie M. Nixon. F 1913 a King, an Earl and McBeth. To say noth- ing of William, Prince of Jokes and Charles, master of intellect. Small wonJer the Kite soared high and the Maybel rang out joy- ously as our class song pealed forth at the close of the exercises. Permit us to take you back with us for a peep at our high school days. Go with us to the old brick buliding that stood on the hill, what is now Harmon Park. Two large rooms familiarly known to us as “The Green Room,” anj the “Pink Room,” supplied most of our class room needs. Perhaps there was an advantage over the present arrangement. Closing hour found us unfatigued, because we were not warm from the strain of rushing down long cor- riders anJ worrying lest we lose our way and arrive late to class. 65

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6T H lb P A and you have a good class, but this one was an exception to the rule as could be proven by the one lone boy, whose life was made miserable by six girls’ teasing. They, like all the Seniors before them, watched their chance when the janitor’s back was turned, to climb to the belfry and write their names with the many already there. Oh! sure! they were calle 1 for it and remind- CLASS OF The class of 1902, four boys and four girls were instructed by George Stephen- son anl Florence Hunter. Only two of these received grade education in the town school. The others were Patterson grad- uates from country schools. No parties were held but a class spirit was expressed in a flag of gold and which proudly waved over the school house. But only for a short time and then .1 isappeared. The graduating exercises were held in the Opera House. The entire high school seated upon the stage furnished music. Mrs. Emily Little was in charge. The class wore Oxford caps and gowns and deliver- ed original orations. During the program an upper window CLASS Although it was the first Monday morning in September 1917, it seems that it was only yesterday that a group of girls and boys stood eagerly waiting for the old bell to ring to summon them into high school as “Freshies.” How excited we were for we were about to take the biggest step in our young lives. We were ushered into the green room and our teachers were: Miss Esther Kail, as principal and Miss Corina Jackman, as- sistant principal and Supt. J. H. Fortney. We got along very nicely during our Fresh- man year and before we knew it we were Sophomores. This year Harold Barger joined our class. We also had a new superintendent, Mr. W. C. Coleman, with Miss Jackman principal and Ruth Manwell, assistant. As we entere.1 our Junior year, Elva Runlde joined our class. During the year our class helped in a musical given under the direction of Supt. W. C. Coleman, held at the Baptist church. These three years passed by so quick- ly that before we realized it we were dig- Rd I rf I „9 f N ed of the old maxim, “Fools names, etc.-’ Professor Reason wrote a poem to the class, “We Are Seven.” Being very appro- priate, it was placed on the Commence- ment invitations. All the members of class ’97 are still living. —Minnie Lippencott Cretors. 1902 at the rear of the house opened and a large black object entered and remained near the ceiling for a few moments. It was the gold and white flag bordered with black. Again it disappeared and has never been seen since. The class was composed of the follow- ing: Arthur Ballinger, 0. G. Jones, Profes- sor, Toledo University, Toledo; Marley Leathley, architect, Springfield; Warren Stevens, accountant, Columbus; Mrs. Es- tella Sturgeon West of St. Paris; Mae Nor- man, now wife of Emerson Clem, professor; Hattie Mahan, wife of Charles Hunter, farmer; Zephyr Deaton, wife of Neil Mc- Morran, farmer. —Mrs. Zephyr McMorran. OF 1917 nified Seniors, our last year in old S. P. H. S. This year we had a new corps of teachers, Supt. J. M. Turner, Miss Blanche I-owther, principal and Miss Florence Wy. man, assistant. Hazel Lindsey enrolled in our class. This was a very busy year for us. Most of the class were in an operet- ta, “Windmills of Holland” under the direc- tion of Mis3 Florence Jones, our music teacher. Our class now numbered seventeen, seven girls and ten boys. It seems that seven was our number as there were seven that started to school together, seven girls seventeen in our class and graduatel in 1917. Our class was the largest to graduate in the history of the school, so we decided to give a class play, the first to be given by any class. We chose “Professor Pepp,” which was a success and a neat sum was realized. With, this fund we purchased the library table anl chairs. Now we were approaching the Com- mencement season. Our baccalaureate serv- ice was held in the Methodist church and 64

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I II Ed P .A Let US suppose it to be winter. The noon hour arrives. We satisfy our appe- tites from boxes of half frozen lunch that have been reposing in the unheated cloak rooms. Lunch being over we are thirsty. The old well just south of the building will quench our thirst. How many remember the old iron cups that were securely chain- ed to the pump? What matter how many million germs thrived on the cups’ elge? Again we go back to a lovely Friday afternoon in October. S. P. H. S. is plan- ning a basket ball game. (Yes, of course we played basket ball.) The game is to be played in the open air gym on the school ground. And what team can object? High ceiling, fresh air, soft earth upon which to fall, and no occasion for the referee to call, “ball out,” because it hit a beam. Yes, more than one enthusiastic crowd watchel such a game and “Rah, rahed,” for their team. When the winter grew colder, games were played in the Opera House. This was our resort upon most gala occasions. I wonder how many remember our pet crow? we used to call it “The Raven.” It would perch upon the window sill when we were Freshman and call out “woa” in such a man- ner as often to provoke our smiles. This sometimes caused our teachers to look down upon us with frowns of disapproval. CLASS One afternoon not long ago I was rum- maging through a dusty old trunk that stands in the attic. When I happenel to run across a box filled with some priceless old keepsakes, that I treasure more and more as the years go by. As 1 removed the lid hundreds of news- papar clippings (now yellowing with age) flutterel over the floor. Here were old letters that brought back many happy school day memories. Countless snapshots and photographs now a trifle faded. Some of them brought a smile as I gazed upon the funny big hats, the unbe- coming coiffeurs and the long awkward skirts (for in those days we were bent upon makin gourselves look as old and sedate as possible.) Then again my eyes were dimmed with tears as I looked into the smil- ing faces of a few good old school mates, who have been claimed by leath. As I sat there on the attic floor, read- ing over old literary programs, old invita- rKo T ot‘ I 7f N We thought it had most uncanny judgment and realized that we stulious Freshman were in danger of overworking. Those were great days and we were quite content with our environment, for we knew no better. Contrast these, our high school days with yours, Class of 1929. Your numerous well equipped class rooms, warm lunches in the school cafeteria, bubbling water fountains on each floor, a gymnasium for your gasket ball games anl a large audi- torium for your programs. Yes, our high school experiences and yours have indeed been different. Class of 1929, the class of 1913 con- gratulate you upon the addel advantages you have enjoyed and upon the publication of this annual. We believe it to be a tes- timonial of your fitness to go out into the world and assume greater responsibilities. Again we congratulate you anl wish you well. May each of you become a worthy alumnus of old S. P. H. S. The members of the class were: Lucille Kite, St. Paris; Alta Kizer Nesbitt, St. Paris; Mabel Jenkins Anderson, New Carlisle; Agnes King, Columbus; Bertha McBeth, St. Paris; William Ladkin, Detroit, Michigan; Earl Martz and Charles Spence. —Bertha McBeth. OF 1916 tions to little social affairs that meant so much to us then. Memory took me back to the days when I was a high school girl, trudging back and forth each day, to anl from the old red brick school house which stood on the hill, at the west end of Plum street. I thought of those happy excur- sions to the wools for the early spring flowers. I remembered the great rivalry betw-een the two literary societies and how on Fri- day aftrnoons, dressed up in our Sunday best, with our hearts in our throats and our knees quivering beneath us, we stool be- fore the high school and its visitors and de- livered orations, readings, dialogues and papers. I thought of those never-to-be-for- gotten class meetings, those much-planneJ for Senior receptions and those glorious Halloween masquerades, where we played “Skip To Ma Lue My Darling” until our ever watchful teachers said it was time to go home. 66