Lancaster High School - Mirage Yearbook (Lancaster, OH)

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Esther Ochs Joseph Hewetson Harvey Smith Mildred Wharton Florence Khoad Virgil Adams

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(Cl a a ii iiiiatnrtjr By Marcillette Stukey. On this glad, sad day, just before the parting of ways. I. as historian of my people, bring to you the story of our wanderings through the marvelous country of “High School Days.” A council and uprising of vast numbers of my people then in captivity under the stern rulers marked the begin- ning of our journey. We joyously bade farewell to the past and. urged on by the mystic oracles of our tribal god, “Thirst for Knowledge. we courageously faced the dangers of the vast unknown before us. There were song and merry music as we made our way along the sunlit paths— everything was new—the world was wondrously beautiful. But lo. before us in the pass, a savage band of giants con- fronted us. Terror was upon us and our hearts quailed with fear. Here was cur test—we turned not back. nay. nor even halted, but valiantly faced the monsters. With jeers and blood-curdling yells they greeted our advance, but courage carried us on unscathed through their lines into the vast country of our sojourn. Here we found these peo- ple to be of tribes also wanderers before us. who. noting our tribe to be of a flourishing nature, took delight in tantaliz- ing us, until one bright morning a conference was held and. little but mighty, we forced them to cease their tender re- marks. After a lapse of time we procured their friendship and became their staunch allies. Here were ten rulers who claimed as their chief “Brashares” the idol of the tribes. They were of uncertain age and of vast learning, organized under the name of “Faculty,” and they daily offered us as living sacrifices on the altar of our god, “Thirst for Knowledge.” Thus a year went by and, having passed over the green fields of “Freshie Country,” we pitched our camp on the border of Sophomore Lake. Some of our members, more timid than the rest, loving the verdant glades of that fair country, turned back and there they linger forever. Before starting across this vast lake, a meeting of the tribal members was hold in their camp on the border of that enchanting body of water. As their chief. Embich took the lead, until one day while out canoeing he was called to another country. However, a squaw. Mildred Proxmire. took charge of this unruly tribe. Canoes were constructed under the auspices of the ruler of Manual Training, and as a reward we celebrated with a feast known as the Sopho- more Spread. The following morning we pushed away from the shore and each member paddled his own canoe across the huge lake. On that opposite shore we deter- mined to amuse our honorable ancestors or parents with a festal feast before departing for Junior Hill. The birds whistled to us and seemed to say. “Come along! Only two more stages of your journey! Sad to relate, a few fell into the mighty depths of that lake. Com- merce having progressed, the “Highway cf T5” had been constructed from Sophomore Lake to Junior Hill. Quick action found us stepping on this highway and at last we mounted Junior Hill, another unknown country. Soon a rude cabin was built, with a gymnasium; a library; a sew- ing-room ; and modern conveniences were installed as the year went by. We immediately set up a government of our own and selected a strong, nvghtv “Being,” Sexaucr. who made great progress for us through the rest of our travel. zz