Lancaster High School - Mirage Yearbook (Lancaster, OH)

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4 DEBRIS. man can enter the royalty of dem- ocracy. And is it too much to hope that the day will soon come when we will be honest enough to acknowl- edge the true worth of the hand of toil, even though it have added to those qualities of hardness and calousness that other quality that it be a black hand? The solution to the Negro prob- lem is that the Negro make him- self of real worth and then let his white brother be honest enough to recognize this worth. L. M. Anderson. PARTING. Miss Davidson, to thee we bring With most sincere and loving heart. This paper as an offering, Of deep affection: sorrowing Because we part. Through four long years, thou’st held thy sway O’er all our class in mind and heart: Now we must go our different way To struggle on thru life’s short day We must depart. But still our thoughts to thee will turn. And we'll implore with all our heart That He whose love doth ever burn May bless thy life at every turn, E'er you depart. —C. B. Our Advertisers. Don’t forget to patronize our advertisers. We take none w j know not to be as represented. They make our publication pos- sible. Let us make them happy by our frequent calls. THE FACULTY. Of all the teachers in the world We surely have the best; Brashares, he is the principal And hardly gives a test. Miss Curtiss is the next in line And gee, she is a dandy; (She helps us with our paper. So you see we feed her candy.) Herr Thomas, that’s the German Prof., Lived single all his life. 'Til when this last dire fall came round. He went and took a wife. Miss Davidson — Ah! bend the knee, For here’s to charm and beauty: We love her, though in history She made us do our duty. Miss Perfect, in her own sweet way, Has taught us all we want to learn, And if we’ve ought neglected None of us would give a--------. McCracken is a new teacher; He makes you dig and niggle. And if you want to graduate His class will make you wiggle. Miss Thomas is our sweet brunette With pearly teeth all in a row, And she’s our guide in etiquette. What she says do, is right we know. Miss Musser, with her mind so keen. Becomes our school quite grandly; We’d like to say to any man She surely would come handy. J. Hawk comes from Fostoria, To teach us chemistry; If you ’ve never seen a J. Hawk, Then you'd better come and see. Now teachers dear, if we had space We’d laud you to the sky, As this is all the room we have. We now must say “good-bye.” -C. B. LEE O’GRADY ©S® ■Dentist. • S® No. I52J WEST MAIN STREET, Wetzler Building, LANCASTER. OHIO. W. A. McClkkry. C. D. McCleery. McCleery Bros. HIGH GRADE STAPLE AND FANCY GROCERIES McCleery Block SOUTH COLUMBUS STREET MRS. G. B. SMITH iFinr iHilliurry 1 10 West Main Street J. C. STOVER DENTIST S@ Williard Block, West Main Street. BELL PHONE 763. Gold Inlay Work

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 DEERES Vol. I. LANCASTER. OHIO. JUNE. 1909. No. I. OUR RACE. is recognized no matter where it is found, nor in what dress? The doors of the White House have swung open to the back- woods child of Kentucky, to the poor boy who drove a mule on a towpath, as well as to the digni- fied and cultured Father of His Country. We point with pride to the fact that our nation asks not. who was your father, not how much money or land do you possess: but. who are you? What are you doing for humanity? How do you want to serve your country? This has not always been so. for into the bor- ders of this Land of Freedom there came one day a race of men whose limbs were shackled in slavery. And because this thing existed some people thought that it ought to exist. But the leaders of this country awoke to the fact that the slavery of human beings ruined the lives of the slave, the slave, the ambitions of their mas- ters. and of our country. Then slavery was destroyed. The doors of Education and Citizenship swung open to the Negro. And the world has been praising this attitude ever since. But, strange to say. these same people who admitted that the Negro was a human being, a man with aspir- ations and ambitions, still refuse to give him credit for his real worth and do not fail to condemn him because he is a Negro, or be- cause some members of his race are not what they ought to be. As we look back in the past his- tory of this country we see the Puritan Fathers, who because they could not worship as they wanted to, came to this country. And al- though the coast was barren and cold and they were surrounded by hostile Indians, yet the gates of op- portunity swung open to them, bid- ding them godspeed in the build- ing of a home of Freedom and Peace. Thus it has been for every nation. We see the Germans, Jews, Italians, and the Greeks leaving the homes of their fathers and being received with open arms into this great Land of Lib- erty. But what of the Negro? When he was taken from his home in Africa and brought to the New World, he did not come as a free man to a free country, but as a slave. No man has undergone such hardships as the Negro. The Anglo-Saxon can look back with pride at his ancestry. For on the pages of Anglo-Saxon history shine the names of Burns and Cromwell, Milton and Chaucer, Gladstone and Burke, and for cen- turies the Anglo-Saxon race has been surrounded by an atmos- phere of ambition and encourage- ment. Has been the conquering race of the world. But the Negro of today can only think of his an- cestors as being a dumb and uned- ucated race whose lot was slavery and whose ambitious efforts were met with hatred and scorn. But the coast line of the Negro’s na- tive home shut him off in his infancy from any intercourse with the civilized world. Instead of the invigorating cold of the north, he was surrounded by the burning sands of the desert. Instead of homes of culture and refinement, he was cradled in the jungles of Africa, and when he at last received a glimpse into the fairyland of civilization it was with the lash across his back and the chains of slavery on his limbs. But cruel as his lot was, he never- theless, looking back at the dark- ness and ignorance of Africa, thanked God that he had at last come into the sunlight of civiliza- tion even though as a servant or slave. With this spirit of hopefulness he reached up his hand to the lead- ers of civilization and they helped him up out of slavery, and it is this same spirit of helpfulness that will help on to higher and better things. The tragedy of the Negro is in the color of his skin. The tendency of men is to class hu- man beings according to outward appearances, and thus it has come about that the Negro has been shut off to himself, a stranger in a crowd. The essential question then, with every Negro is How shall I meet this attempt to put me off by myself?” This question in one form or another politically, indus- trially and socially is being met daily, almost hourly, by every Negro in this country. There was a time in the history of the Anglo-Saxon race when it refused to honor the hand of toil, because it was ealoused, sunburnt and hard with labor, and when it lid honor the hand of the so-call- ed gentleman it was soft in idle- ness and full of the earnings wrung from the sons of toil. But civilization has progressed so far today that these signs of toil are badges of honor, without which no is the secret of our country’s boasted greatness? Is it not that worth

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