Lancaster High School - Mirage Yearbook (Lancaster, OH)

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Our faculty was the same—except for the new ones—just like it was before, only it had some new ones. Two charming young ladies came to fill Miss Musser’s and Miss Thomas’ places. Well, gentle reader, they are young— you see the author inquired of Ilawk and he’s an authority on women’s ages. I asked him if he knew how old Miss Perfect and Miss Curtiss were, and he said he’d hate to guess as he might miss it, but he would figure it out for me. I haven’t heard from him yet! Well, as I was about to say before I was sidetracked bv the yard engine, these two charming and accomplished young ladies were Miss Hunt, and Miss Strete («S-t-r-e-t-e) so don’t get her mixed with a road and run over her. At the close of the previous year our efficient superintendent, Mr. Cassidy, resigned his position after a very suc- cessful administration and is now prin- cipal of a large building in Seattle, Washington. Our new head is Mr. S. II. Layton of Columbus, Ohio, a very competent man who has jumped right into things. It was on the 20th day of September that the notice, “All Juniors meet at 3 o’clock in Miss D.’s room,” appeared on the blackboards. Ah, what an eventful day in the history of the universe this was! And so it came to pass that on the 20th day of September in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and eleven, the great and illustrious class of 1913, Lancaster High school, was or- ganized with “Seedy” LaRoss, presi- dent ; “Fat” Trout, vice president; “Silly” Whilcy, secretary; Mary Emily Pect, treasurer, and “Dutch” Beck, bus- iness manager, and what a crew it was, but it started things anyhow upon a successful future. We selected dark blue and white as colors and the white rose as the flower, and soon had a fine banner to proclaim our nationality. The one great problem of our year as Juniors was how to obtain pecuniary as- sistance in entertaining the high and mighty Seniors in June. Ah, what trials and tribulations we endured and finally surmounted success- fully. On May 17 we made our second pub- lic appearance in the great dramatic farce, “The Sweet Girl Graduates,” with Ruth Sprankle as “The Girl,” and the time that dear little girl had graduat- ing will be remembered long among us. But as a final reward to all efforts and trials, was the Junior-Senior, when we entertained our departing school- mates of 1912 and brought to a fitting close Commencement week and our Jun- ior year. Foi rth axi Last Spasm, or, The Last Struggle. With stately tread and haughty mien, we ascended Mulberry street to the lit- tle red school-house on the hill—so dif- ferent we looked and felt from that eventful day three years before when we trod these pavements on the same jour- ney. But, hadn’t we a right to these feel- ings of sublime grandeur? Had we not attained the heights for which we had toiled through the wee small hours and while others slept in the study periods? For at last we had attained our ambi- tion—to be Seniors, those august per- sonages upon whom the Freshman looks with fear, the Sophomore with admira- tion and the Junior with respect. On the fifth of September, A. D., 1912, the Class of 1913 met for reorgan- ization for the coming year. “Seedy” LaRoss was elected presi- 20

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side of exams until January 26, 1910, when the Longfellow Literary society was formed by pupils of M r. McCracken's room. The membership was limited at first to those sitting in this room but was later extended to include all freshics. We had our own orchestra and had for honorary members, Miss Alice M. Long- fellow daughter of the poet, and Messrs. Cassidy, Brashares and McCracken. This was an important organization for our class because it trained us in many ways for future occasions, such as this. And it is for the untiring effort for our own interest and welfare that we as a class owe a debt of gratitude to our friend, Mr. McCracken. At the close of this year he left our midst to enter school at Harvard Uni- versity. He is now Dean of the Nor- mal School, Ohio Northern university, at Ada, Ohio. A sad occasion which marks our his- tory was the death May sixth, of one of our classmates, John Lawrence. He was a member of the Literary society, and there as everywhere else, he was a willing worker. Our first public appearance came May twentieth when the members of the Literary society gave an entertainment for their friends. It is the end of the year and our ranks are somewhat thinned—only 106 stand- ing by the ship. Skcoxd Spasm. Ah, it was with heads higher, eyes to the front and firm tread that we again marched up Mulberry street to the lit- tle red school house on the hill. Mv fair reader may wonder at this show of calm indifference and bold front, but the answer to this perplexing question is simple: 19 We were Sophomores!!! When we assembled and called the roll, only 79 responded. There were many who had dropped behind or had been summoned to other fields. This year’s history is uneventful to a great extent. Our class proved itself wise indeed, as it has on many occasions since, in that it did not attempt to or- ganize, but put off this great and awe- inspiring event to the distant future when we should be Juniors, and for the time lived upon anticipation. Our faculty had changed scenery, though. In McCracken's place there came to us one—Mr. Scarborough—a man as big as his name,—from East Liverpool, Ohio. Of course he had been here before and had seen what sweet girls we had in Lancaster. After captur- ing one he went away but in the mean- time he had been captured by this burg and now came to help us with his vast store of knowledge in solving the depths and mysteries of algebraic equations and geometrical angles. Also Miss Thomas and Miss Musser withdrew from our august company for foreign fields. Miss Thomas is now teaching the stu- dents of Newark High school their A-B-Cs, while Miss Musser is down in New Mexico among the rattlesnakes and sagebrush teaching cowboys “ c , mein- cr, mir. michor probably looking into some bronzed plainsman’s face and mur- muring “ «• hist w e vine Bln me!” At the end of the second round we were still struggling along, but only fifty-one strong. Third Spasm. And now opens the beginning of the most eventful and real period of our class life. But before we proceed further let us study our surroundings.

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dent; Marie Renshaw, vice president; Helen Wolfe, secretary; “Kenny” My- ers, treasurer, and “Bugger” Gray, bus- iness manager, and we launched the good ship “Thirteen” upon the last leg of her voyage. There were several new ones among the passengers, some of whom were: the Hon. Clayton Burnett, who thought it would be much Sharpe-r to wait for Ruth; Helen Sharpe and Winifred Abelc from last year’s class, who thought it would be much better to grad- uate with us, Nina Weiland, Margaret l'ink and James Reid from St. Mary’s High school; John Kmde and Lewis Buell from dear old Sugar Town. We lost a good shipmate in “Fat” Trout, who has aspirations of becoming a great railroad magnet. There was one great responsibility which now rested upon our shoulders— the school annual, The Mirage, and it devolved upon us to make it the biggest show yet produced under the skylights of I.. H. S. Ten big shows and a laboratory com- bined under one roof, including a mam- moth menagerie of all wild animals from a “Lamb” to a “Hawk.” The managership was put upon the broad shoulders of Mary Emily Feet, and the position of chief ticket seller was presented to “Wally” Barr. This year exams at the mid-years de- termined who were to continue as mem- bers of the crew of old “Thirteen.” But, sad to relate, several who had stuck by the colors were engulfed by the tidal wave which swept our decks. Our third appearance in the public eye occurred February 7 in presenting the college drama, “Thompson of the Varsityin the development of which, as also in the former play we owe a great deal to the efficient assistance of M iss Prudentia St rete. And now the log of old “Thirteen” must close as the good shop is nearing port. I hear a voice from the lookout call- ing “Land ahead,”—and out of the mists slowly unfolds the harbor of “Graduation,” and beyond the fertile fields of “Opportunity” and the busy city of “Industry,” in the beautiful land of “Life.” And after each one of this faithful crew was received his passports at Com- inencent and set out on his path in this wonderful country of “Life,” I’m sure everyone will cherish fond remembrances of experiences and associations while a student in old L. H. S., and a member of the crew of the good old ship: 1913 21