Lancaster High School - Mirage Yearbook (Lancaster, OH)

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EDNA Mct'LEERY, Science. Then be not coy. but use your time And while ye may. go marry. For having lost but once your prime You may forever tarry. 12 H. J. SCARBOROUGH. Mathematics. •‘I'm leaving here a name 1 trust. That will not perish in the dust.

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J. F. HAWK, Science, I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done than be one of the twenty to follow my own teaching.” ETHEL MUSSER. German. I know it is a sin. For me to sit and grin.

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INNOCENCE GOES HUNTING □□□□□□□ 0 T 0 3 HE ain stopped at Station 68 with a loud snort. Out from the Pullman car came George Potter, of New York. He was one of New York’s true swells, consisting of sporty clothes, little sense, unpaid bills and and prevarication. It was the latter part of December when George came to our town. lie put up at the best hotel the town could afford, ordering all kinds of things, that made the hotel clerk wake up and the porters step faster. Next morning bright and early, dressed in city riding boots, coat and gloves, he walked slowly up town to give the effect of his clothes time to soak in on the natives. Although George did not go riding that morning he had the pleasure of showing the people how city folks look. Some of the fellows that had met him the evening before at the hotel, came up and asked why he was so dressed up. He said, “I thought I would ride round and see what the land looked like for hunting. “Hunt much?” asked one. “You bet,” and with that he proceeded to tell the boys of hunting trips he had taken in Syranack and down south. To hear him talk you would have thought he was a second “Teddy.” “I say, Potter, did you ever go on a snipe hunt when you were down south?” asked Leonard Blum, a New York fellow who was staying in town, always ready for fun and playing practical jokes. “Well, Blum, I don’t believe I ever hunted snipe, but have hunted most every other kind of thing.” “You sure miss good sport, man.” Turning to Lucian West, he asked, “Luke, do you reckon Lewis will take us on a hunt? You know lie’s a cracker-jack when it comes to hunting snipe.” “Guess he’d like to,” was the reply. That afternoon Lewis was found and to the delight of all and himself, he agreed to go hunting the next night after dinner. Lewis was a regular monkey and always ring leader in any jokes the fellows played. George was charmed and said he would meet the crowd on the Main Street corner. Lewis and Luke, to make the hunt more attractive, had arranged during the afternoon to have Bill act as Game Warden and arrest the crowd. He was a big jolly Irish- man with plenty of dry wit and humor. In fact, he looked just the kind of man a policeman would be. The next night George met the crowd at the appointed time, dressed in hunting suit. He was never lacking in the proper clothes for each occasion. The woods to which the hunters were going were about 13