Lancaster High School - Mirage Yearbook (Lancaster, OH)

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LANCASTER HIGH SCHOOL X-RAYS. 27 In ancient times there lived on an isle in the Aegean Sea a nymph, whose name was Echo. She was a favorite of Diana, because of her fondness for forests and hills and woodland sports, and attended her in the chase. Grace- ful in form and beautiful in feature, she possessed many charms of char- acter, but sho had one very unfor- tunate habit which resulted in making her. very unhappy. She always insist- ed upon having the last word and no advice seemed to influence her to rid herself of this disagreeable practice. One day Juno was seeking her hus- band, who was amusing himself among the nymphs and Echo, by her talking, retained the goddess till the nympth3 could escape. When Juno discovered this sho was 'so enraged that she pronounced upon Echo this penalty. She was never more to be allowed to speak except to repeat the last words in any sentence addressed to her. From that time forth she lived in caves and among mountain cliffs. At first she did not realize how grant a cross this punishment would prove, but one day her lover was searching for her. He called again and again, but all sho could do was to re- peat his last words. He thought she mocked him and soon left her to her- self. Her form faded and her flesh shrank away. Her bones changed to rocks and there was nothing lett but ner voice. Even today that sounds and resounds front point to point, Joining with us in laughter or taunting us with scorn, according to the natttre or our call. But her voice is still living immortal, The same you have frequently heard In your rambles, in valleys and forests. Repeating the ultimate word.” Such is the old legend which gives us the origin of the echo, which has surprised aud delighted us in child- hood and puzzles us even in our more mature years. And just as infallibly as our words are echoed so are the acts of our livos. As we turn our ears to the melodies of the ages what interesting echoes greet us. echoes from some of the great lives that have preceded- ours. Michael Angelo, one of the great- est of artists, has left to the world masterpieces of unspeakable value. His life and personality wore long ago forgotten but his works remain and always will, the monuments of a noble and profitable life. His sculp- ture and paintings in St. Peter's Cathe- dral have been the Inspiration of the world of artists from Jiis day to the present time. Are they not echoes worthy of any life? One of the Irreparable losses of the great London fire in 1666 was the de- struction of the old Gothic church of St. Paul. For ten years attempts were mado to reconstruct it, but it remained for the most famous archi- tect of the period, Sir Christopher Wren, to accomplish the great task. He was hampered by ignorant inter- ference and apparently was not satis- fied with his own design, for he ob- tained permission from the king to al- ter it as much as he liked. For this reason the actual building bears littlo resemblance to the approved design and is superior to it in every way. After his death Wren was burled un- der the grand dome of this, his grand- est work. On a tablet near the tomb of the master-builder, one reads this inscription in Latin: If you seek his monument, look about you. Richard Wagner's operas are the echoes not of his life alone or of those living in his age. but of the stories and myths of ancient times and the great truths of our religion. Although a famous musician, his name would not be venerated, almost worshipped, by lovers of music today, were it not for Lohengrin. Tannhauser and Par- sifal. which not only preserve his name and fame, but inspire us with a love of true music. In literature, especially in the realm of epic poetry, there is no name more honored and reveled than that of Homer. In his Iliad and Odyssey he preserves and keeps alive the names of many heroes of the Trojan War, who otherwise would have been long ago ignored and forgotten. Cicero realized this, when, in speaking of Achilles, he said, “Unless this Iliad had existed, the tomb which covers his body would also have covered his name.” As we approach more modern times, there is a statesman who has left to the world an echo of varied and resounding tones—our own revered McKinley. I-Ils life of integrity and devotion, his love of the simplicities and realities of life, have made him, as Senator Hoar said. Ihe best be- loved of our presidents. His influence in governmental affairs and the new relationship between North and South which he was instrumental In effecting—these are echoes such as any man might covet for his own. In the natural world the fainter sounds are re-echoed quite as dis- tinctly as the louder ones and some- times are of even longer duration. So it is with life. Our own acts .echo just as certainly as do those of great- er men. How careful we should be to order our lives in such a way that the coming days and years may bear the Influence of profitable, busy, help- ful men and women. Worlds are . charging—heaven be- holding, Thou hast but an hour to fight; Now the blazoned cross unfolding On—right onward for the right! On! let all the soul within you For the truth’s sake go abroad! S'.rlke! let every nerve and sinew Tell on ages—tell for God. HARRIET WATERS. '07. John Shonting, Headquarters For Santa Marta and Cuba Blend COFFEE 607 East Main Street. Brenneman’s Book Store, THE PLACE To BUY Wall Paper, Window Shades, Books, Stationery, etc CHRAP LVERYBODY INVITED TO CALL. 113 West Main St., Lancaster, Ohio.

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26 LANCASTER HIGH SCHOOL X-RAYS. TH£ VffOCrX JZS 4F T f F GFTfW S7t 2?F vT. JUNIOR CLASS OF L. H. S. The Senior class of 1907 Which started out quit© large. Has dwindled down to thirty-one Prepared for Its discharge. The Junior class has thirty-one Rut next year, can't you see. When we are ready to depart We’ll go with twenty-three. But those of us who yet remain Within the firing line, While we still have a chanco to run We'll surely not decline. With W. C. as principal And u. I), stuffing Dutch If all the class don’t go to sleep It certainly will learn much. Miss Davidson has taught so long Her hair Is growing gray; . But, Miss Curtiss, now so young and spry. Will marry yet. some day. Miss Lowrte, we sincerely hope. Will pass her days in peace For she has taught us how to pray As all our tasks increase. Professor Weinland. I’ve torgot. He is so short and small, You cannot toll him from a hoy As lie walks thru the hall. So as we separate this year From our happy work and fun. We thank the teachers, one and all, For the good work they have done —O. M., 08. SENIORS OF L. H. S. Comparing all classes under the sun. Brilliant Seniors put them all on the bum. Alert and active, one and all Up and doing at every call. It has come down through tradition that Adam being the first born was but an experiment and Eve was not made after his likeness. But here 13 another common mistake.—Our Prln. A few songs favored by L. H. S. students: Love Me and the World is Mine”— M. Sturgeon. Are You Coming Out Tonight Mary Ann’’—Carl Groff. Sweet Marie. —Bob Work. How’d You Like to Spoon With Me. J. Campbell. So Long Mary —R. Crook. So live that when rhy summons come To join that Innumerable caravan Which moves to that unhallowed room Where each must take his June exams Then go not like a blooming idiot, sure of thy flunking But sustained and soothed by an un- faltering trust Approach thy desk like one who hath a pony in his Inside pockei And sit down to a dead sure thing. Patter, patter, still we hear them. Charming little Freshmen, dears. Trotting ’round in class room, Some In smiles and some in tears. Sweet and bashful little maidens, Hardly dare to drop a smile. Noisy, tanned and ragged urchins. Rashly clatter down the aisle. Even tho’ they aro a nuisance, Yet. we love them, just the same. For they give a verdant aspect, To our schoolroom, bare and plain. HERE'S TO HERR THOMAS. Yos, Professor, we thought of you As day after day. You sought for more knowledge In that land far away. While In Deutchlnnd you thought Of the ancient Mozart; Professor Brashares Propelled a go-cart. And he longed for the days When as pards you were saying: O that wo. wo, two. were a-Maylng.” Your godmother. Miss Davidson’s Hair. I must say As you swept down the Rhine, Grew a trifle more gray. For she thought of the boy Who, with dangers beset Was afar in a land That has always gone wet.” But while in Hartz mountains. You conversed with the Dutch Miss Curtiss, our loved one, Thought of you much: She. at least took a kerchief With a very black border And leaving the city and friends Who adored her. She lied with a sigh To her dear old home; Where she could think undisturbed Of the bird that had flown. Then h'ere’s to Herr Thomas, Who’s returned safe and sound. From the land where pretzels Cover the ground. Where cheese grows on vines Like the pumpkins we have; And the i eoplc aro greasy As Witch Hazel salve. Whore sauer kraut's the food And beer is the drink Herr Thomas, we’re glad That your ship didn't sink. —Ralph E. Hedges, ’07.

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28 LANCASTER HIGH SCHOOL X-RAYS. jJVl r A. A DALE ATEN HELEN KRAEMER EDITH DERBYSHIRE MARGARET RITCHIE ANNA MARY McFEE HAZEL BECK GLADYS LUPHER NELLE DELANCY GLADYS SMITH FLORENCE WENTZ CAROLYN SCHORR HARRIET WATERS ADELLE SMITH MARY SILBAUGH LENA HUSH NELLIE BENADUM MARY AGNES BECK KARL FRASCH LEON MI ESSE WILLARD WOLCOTT FRANK STUCKEY PARKER McMILLIN WAYNE COURTRIGHT KARL BUMGARDNER LOUIS HILL JAMBS CAMPBELL RALPH E. HEDGES PAUL McCRDM ELMER ACTON Class Motto AGE QUOD AGIS. Class Colors MAROON AND GRAY. Class Flower DARK RED CARNATION. w 4 V)