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

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 T H Fo I) A far the most familiar and beautiful. The place where I had been brought up and taught my A B C’s, St. Paris—my old home town. It had remained the same. As I ooked a feeling of gladness stole over me, for I would have it no other way—just the same as it had always been and as I wanted it always to be. A place of refuge from the toil and heat and strife of cities. As I gazed eagerly for familiar faces upon the streets, I saw many children pass- ing. Far behind them a solitary figure walked slowly. In her arms iwere clasped several leaflets of music. As she came nearer I could see that she wore no hat, and the sun caught and reflected the reddish tints of her hair. Almost immediately I re- cognized Rosetta. She was living up to her life dream teaching music at St. Paris High. Even as I watched, she entered a bar- ber shop and from out of the darkness of the interior I saw an exceptionally pretty woman come to meet her. Even from be- hind that mask of friendliness and comrade- ship so prevalent among old classmates I could distinguish an air of business inter- ests and then I knew what had become of Mid. Her tastes for beauty always so evi- dent in herself had carried her into the work of assisting other women to gain beauty through her able fingers. All at once a wave of heat swept through and engulfed the room in which I sat. I strove in vain for consciousness—the old woman was gone. I felt myself sinking, sinking—the heat was terrific. I felt as though I was suffocating, and then suddenly as if at a great distance I heard a bell ring, which partly aided me to regain my com- posure. A shai'p pain went through my side as someone’s elbow found it’s way to a sensi- tive spot and a voice hissed loudly in my ear, “Hey stupid, cantcha hear that bell?” And as my feet hit the floor and my eyes flew open, the usual scenes with which sleepy classes are so closely associated greeted me, and I heard the voice of our teacher saying, “Our lesson for tomorrow will be over to part B and take the Special Studies at the end of the first part.” And then all evidences of sleepiness left me, as somewhere near the door I heard a familiar plaintive voice cry, “My gosh, Mr Winters, all that?” Rp I - J I 9 f IT We have been four years in high school Teachers preaching the Golden Rule, We’ve had some fights with the teachers Some love affairs too-------- But there is nothing like the studying we do (?) Susie Chickens like to fight Just for spite Always with the teachers Never with the preachers. Susie Winters: If you had 10,000,000 eggs in cold storage----- Brown: Well, what if you let them go. Procter: They would get rotten. Red A: Pete why do you always have to interupt every time the preachers ask me a question? Pete: Why only to tell the truth. Red A: Yes, but the preachers ask me who was the first one off the Ark and I said Noah was the first, you had to speak up and say there were three before Noah. Pete: Well, there were three because the Bible says that when the Ark landed Noah came forth. Miss Miller: Tuty, what is a verb? Tuty: A teacher’s paddle. Miss Miller: Why, how’s that? Tuty: Because it has action. Bill: What is the greatest acrobatic feat? Sam: Football, I guess. Bill: No. Wheeling, West Virginia across the Ohio. Teacher: What three words are used most in the English language? Student: (absent mindedly): I don’t know. Teacher: Correct. If a man smashed a clock, could he be convicted for killing time? Not if the clock struck first. 80

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H JEb P A JRd I of I A M Glass Prophecy (Continued from page 18) At this point the old woman came for- warl and replenished the almost extinct supply of powder, not once ceasing her wear- isome chant. As the vapor arose again an office room —more solemn and impressive in its fur- nishings than the former and before a table sat an upright dignified figure, dressed sole- ly in white. Surely this was no acquain- tance of mne! I knew her not. More fig- ures in white filed into the room and it was easily perceptible from their attitude that they held this Being in awe anl respect. One arm was outstretched seemingly giving instructions and for some obscure reason, from somewhere out of the dim past a famil- iar phrase beat incessantly against my mem- ory and I seemed to hear these words, “Hey, Chicken, loan me your finger nail file, will ya?” As I strove for remembrance, two fur-clad figures, carrying emergency cases, .lashed unceremonously into the room. Sure- ly these were favored individuals or they would never dare! As they neared that dignified person I saw her rigid self-control break down anl her lips part in a hail— everyone would have recognized as‘ “Hi, there kids!” back at school. It was Jo— superintendent of some nurses’ training school—her two companions, Casty and my- self. But what had become of Martha? What had become of her nursing ambition? As though in answer to my thoughts, out of the cloud—like vapor arose a city scene. Many strange looking cars were passing Jown the street. All at once the traffic stopped. I was looking directly at the homiest little home imaginable. The door opened—there was Martha, older—but with a look of sat- isfaction upon her face. Another figure fol- lowed closely behind her. And as he came nearer, I saw that he was talking rapidly, and gesticulating willly. Even if it had not been for the redness of hair I would have recognized him easily from the look of pleasure upon his face which he seemed to gather from the usual heated ai-gument into which they had fallen. A piece of beautiful scenery flashed be- fore my eyes—many people—their faces all vague, one alone stood out clearly, a rugged countenance, which I recognaized as Proc. A huge brilge was under construction and Proc as chief engineer, was not one to be disobeyed. A terrible roaring seemed to envelope the room in which I sat. My mind became hazy. I sat there as one turned to stone. .All at once this strange feeling left me— out of the cloud-like vapor I glimpsed a working swiftly over its engine. Standing huge air mail plane and two mechanics were nearby I discerned a tall heavily dal figure, which I knew must be the pilot. Just a moment the vision lingered—and I saw it was John. Once more the room was in complete darkness. I no longer heard the monot- oneous chant of the old woman. Out of the density of the vapor rose the vision of a huge crowded court room. I glanced to- warl that place of prominence and imagine my surprise when from behind that iron- like mask of the judge, I discovered the features of Bob, our old class president. From the smoke arose a city scene similar to the one before. Many people one in particular caught and held my atten- were passing hurriedly down the streets, but tion. A market basket hung carelessly up- on herarm and as she turned away from a window, I looked full into her countenance. It was Delma living up to her life-work she had undertaken while still a Senior in high school. Her face faded and a new picture ap- peared. A rich looking town car, with a liv- eried Japanese chauffeur at the wheel was passirg slowly down the street. I caught a glimpse of a dark man seated within the car. I watched the car move slowly through the heavy traffic and even as I looked it drew up and stopped before a huge depart- ment store. As I glanced at the building, I noticed this sign in great flaring letters, “Sturgeoninsky’s Department Stores.” And then I knew what had become of Howard. His knowledge of salesmanship attained as a worker at Kroger’s had enabled and aided him to gain where others had failed. The next picture that came before me was one of a small town—quiet and of a peaceful appearance. Of the many small town and villages I had seen on my travels, this one was by 79

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CNO These Merchants Have Made This Annual Possible and We Appreciate Them. First National Bank Urban’s Store City Restaurant Leo Buroker B. T. Apple Merica Tinning Shop Brown’s Grocery Stalder’s Drug Store Burkimer’s Hardware Store News-Dispatch Flaig’s Lumber Yard Furnas Ice Cream Co. St. Paris Grain Co. Murray Publishers Biddle Photographer Dr. Brown, Dentist St. Paris Poultry Co. Clemen’s Grocery Printz's Coal Yard Jones’ Drug Store Bon Ton Shop Hahn Tinning Shop Ben Urban Shoe Store The Oasis Knull’s Recreation Hall Richeson, Undertaker Procter Sturgoen Mclnturff Meat Market Warren’s Store Weller’s Drug Store Brown’s Dept. Store Batdorf Dry Goods Store St. Paris Oil Co. Lee’s Garage Central National Bank Prince’s Barber Shop W. W. Idle L. K. Jones Jones Frank S. E. Kite, Insurance Farmers Grain and Feed Co. Hunters’ Garage W. E. Zerkle, Insurance Hitt Fuller Kahn Clothing Co. Tannehill Milling Co. Patronize Our Adevertisers They Make This Annual Possible 81