Ladoga High School - Canner Review Yearbook (Ladoga, IN)

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The girls agreed after she had gone that she would make a Hne mu- sician if she only had the opportunity. One night the girls asked Julia if she would like to go home with them, to a large city, and take lessons on her violin. No, no, replied julia, I can not leave my grand parents, because they are too old and could not get along without me to care for them. On the following Friday the girls departed with many regrets, telling Julia that they would return again next summer. She liked the girls very much and also regretted their leaving because she knew that she would be so lonesome without them and wished that she might go with them to the large city. NVhen the girls returned the following summer Julia's grandparents had died during the winter, and she was living with some neighbors. She had been watching for them for a long while and was very happy when shefound them all settled in their old camping grounds one morning. They spent about a month camping this summer and when they re- turned home Julia returned with them to take music lessons. The large city excited her at first, but she soon became accustomed to the noise. julia now made her home with one of the girls and was treated as a daughter. She began to take violin lessons at once and was found to be very talented. She proved to be her teacher's best pupil, so she was chosen to take the leading part in the recital which the teacher was going to give. The paper was full of the news, that Miss julia Ward, a very tal- ented musician, was to take the leading part in the great recital which Professor Barington was giving in the largest theater in the city. As Mr. Ward sat reading the paper in his room that night, it dawned on him that this girl might be his daughter. He thought it would be best to wait until after the recital to make sure he was not mistaken. He went to the program, and after she had finished playing he was certain she was his daughter, because she resembled her mother. julia impressed not only him, but every one, with her beautiful music. At the end of the program Mr. VVard succeeded, after some time, in reaching Julia. He made himself known to her, but she was slow to be convinced that he was her father. She noticed, however, how closely he resembled a picture which she had often studied as she thought of him, and she finally decided that he was her father. Julia now went to live with him, and he built a beautiful home at the edge of the city. Every summer they spent a month or two at her old home among the mountains. XV hen she was twenty-eight they went abroad, where she advanced her music and became a great musician. NINA STANLEY, 'I9.

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Zlulizfa Hinlin N the side of a mountain down in Virginia stood a little rude cabin, unpainted and unadorned, save for a thick mass of vines and roses which clambered about the little veranda. In the early evening of a hot june day, by the aid of the last light of the day you could distinguish three people sitting on the porch enjoy- ing the cool evening. They were Julia NVard, her grandfather and grandmother. julia was now eighteen, she had lived with her grandparents ever since she could remember, her mother having died when she was very small and her father had gone away to work, but they did not know where he was. It was julia's grandmother who spoke. Julia, bring your violin and play for us. julia entered the house and soon returned with her violin, which was her favorite companion. It had been her father'sg she had been told by her grandparents that he was a good musician. julia had learned to play by herself and to imitate sounds from nature. She spent the greater part of her time rambling over the hills or playing her violin, by the side of some spring or babbling mountain stream.- After she had finished playing some of her grandmother's old fa- vorite songs she stepped out into the moonlight and began to play the music she had gathered from the sounds and songs of nature. You could hear the sound of the mountain stream as it hurried along to join other streams, or the call of the birds, and other sounds that are to be heard in the woods. ' A party of young girls came to camp near ju1ia's home. That night as they sat around the campfire one of the girls exclaimed: Listen, girls: I thought I heard a violin. It was Julia playing as she was in the habit of doing every evening. The girls listened with great interest to the beautiful strains and they seemed to read the wonderful stories of nature which she told with her violin. VV hen the last sounds had died away the girls looked at each other in amazement. Girls, said one of them at last, surely this music which so interested us cannot come from anyone but a great musician, who is a lover of Nature. They did not have time to investigate the mystery the following day because they were too busy fitting out their camp, but the next night they heard the great musician play again, and they were determined to find the owner of the violin. The next afternoon when the girls were fishing along the bank of one of the larger' streams they heard some one coming, and upon turning around they beheld julia standing nearby in the bushes. She made a pretty picture standing there with the sun beaming on her long golden culrs. She stared at them a few seconds and then drew back as though she was afraid. They assured her that they would do her no harm and asked her to join them. Julia and the girls soon became acquainted and as she left them late that afternoon they invitedher to their camp that night to join in their fun. After supper Julia took her violin and played some for her grand- parents, then started for the camp. As she neared the place where the girls were camping shexcould h'ear them talking and laughing. She hid her violin in the bushes near the camp and joined in the fun. Each girl in turn had to entertain the others with a song, speech or something of that nature, and when it came julia's turn she said, I can not sing or speak like you girls do. Yes you can, eachoed the girls'g You will have to entertain us in some way, because we entertained you. Julia, thinking of her violin, started to get it. Don't go yet, cried the girls. Wait a minute, said Julia, as she disappeared into the bushes. She soon returned playing her violin. They knew as soon as she began playing that she was the great musician that had played the wonderful music. After she had finished playing for them she said that she must go. because her grand-parents would' be uneasy about her. They invited her to come to their camp at any time she wished.

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will nf the Qllaaz nf 1915 NV e, the class of 1916, after careful consideration, realizing the woe- ful and incomprehensible short-comings of the Seniors Qto bej, donate, with liberal hearts and magnanimous spirits, the following blessings to mankind. We, to' whom wise thoughts are as frequent as ripples upon an ocean, we, after leaving this hall of knowledge scatter our thoughts to those poor unfortunate school-mates, who have still one year of unending toil, before they are ready to be launched 'into the sea of knowledge. Of course a few of the honorable Seniors Cto bej will be a little dis- appointed in their blessings, but it is the best we could do and therefore should be appreciated. First, we will give Russell Ashby's great musical talent to George Heighway. Lilah Bradley's popularity to Dwight Kiem. Sallie Clark's and Thelma Roberts' loyalty toward woman suffrage to whosoever wants it. Kyle Mayhall's beard to Albert Alfrey. james Havens' basketball captainship to Herbert Gibson. Kenneth VVendling's pitching ability to Hobart Nolan. Ruth Poe's managing powers to Leona Young. Darnell Mahorney's hard nose to Halbert Rapp. Paul Stoner's great athletic desire to Bennie Reid. Naomi VVelch's dignity to Hilda Clark. Mayday Crew's reading ability to Scott Bell. Damon Lawrence's studiousness to Nathan Jones. Lillian Foster's blond hair to Esther Robbins. Glenn Stanley's affection for his blue shirt to Vaughn Clark. George Mahorney's size to Gayle Pickle. .LRuby Linn's beauty to Merle Pefiley. Gilda Rose's flirtations to Frank Foster. Edison Robbins' fighting spirit to Paul Graybill and Oscar Servies. Lucille Booker's affection to Carl Todd. Margaret Ronk's, Lucille Brown's, Florence Towell's and Fern Hunt's ambition to some meek Junior. S1h'51Q46'w45-5 P, -:V 'gn' ' 5:04, 493' SX X0 Mu WDGS , ULWT2 W N ,K Apnvg vu -mr wr' Q- gfv 13, Av an 'A VK P . 1, 13:91 2 'L VN 'II .v-if - 2 1,5-v.h911N' Y ai aogfisxi Wffsaoa 'lei' 'ri . .' ,P l ' 435 HSA L24 !L i