Lancaster High School - Mirage Yearbook (Lancaster, OH)

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How changed we were! We could sew. We could farm, and had reached a stage of civilization greatly exceeding that which we had attained before crossing “Freshie Country.” We had made history; had attained a standard of litera- ture, and had become devotees of the drama. In honor of the feast. In Springtime.” certain members of our tribe gifted with dramatic ability entertained us on the moonlit terrace of Chapel Amphitheater” with a play. At a quiet, secluded stretch of land—the “Gym”—we treated with music and feast a band of thrifty young men who thought athletics would lead them to the golden path of success. A wonderful gift came to this country—a Hawk llew down from his perch and organized a Hikers’ Club. Well do we remember a sled party, which led us to a house on the hill. The marvelous feature was that, after traveling about a mile, having discovered a scarcity of snow, our fairy god- father, “Hawk.” sent us a hay wagon, and in the wee, small hours, in waning moonlight, we reveled. Having returned to our camp, we awaited the dawn of morning. The hap- piest event of the season, the Junior Senior, which occurred on a beautiful narrow plain of glassy smoothness. On we went and into the valley of Seniors stumbled our people. It was inspiring as the sun broke through the trees—so inspiring that a Civic League and a Literary Society were created. At this time our god, “Thirst for Knowledge.” rose up with mighty thunderings, demanding a special feast in his honor. Our first celebration was a lecture on the lives and habits of our feathered friends, the birds, by Mrs. Patter- son. Later we honored our god with a feast of music, by the Fry-Harris Concert Co.; the next offering was a lecture on the far, cold country of Siberia, and. having offered a feast of music and knowledge, we, as a last resort, enacted before the awful presence the wonderful drama. The Dis- trict Attorney.” In the last stretch of our journey, the government was changed; the faculty increased in numbers, with the mighty Herr Thomas as its chief, and they made for us stern laws, which we perforce pledged ourselves to obey—no chewing gum, no pony-riding, no lovers’ strolling, no frat visiting. These were among the most stringent of their laws, and he who dared to disobey was banished from the happy land of High School Days into outer darkness. We took the happy step of publishing a wonderful an- nual. “The Mirage,” and in this paper is found the mighty workings of our tribe. Gradually out of the valley we have been traveling toward the high mountain, “Graduation.” The way has been long and weary, but now, as we stand at the top of the world, and look out over the beautiful land of Real Life— so full of sunshine, so full of joyous work, so full of promise of success—our hearts arc filled with happy memories and loving thoughts for those older and wiser friends who have so kindly guided us through the land of our pilgrimage.

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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

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(Tl a s a We, the members of the Senior Class of 1915, l ancaster High School. Fairfield County and State of Ohio, being of sound and disposing minds and memories, mindful of the uncertainty of longer continuance in this sanitarium for the treatment of ignorance, do make and declare this our last will and testament for the purpose of disposing of all our chattels, opportunities and advantages, and bequeathing our cares, responsibilities and burdens unto our successors, and to that end, do collectively and solemnly give, devise, and bequeath the same, as follows, to-wit: Item 1—To each member of the Faculty, we bequeath a small, yet mighty, flower—a Forget-me-not. Item 2—To the Juniors we give, devise and bequeath our right to the title of Seniors, and the power and author- ity that goes with the aforesaid title. The following are a few of the many powers invested in this mighty name: Power to show the green little Freshie” his place in this oasis-of-the-desert-of-ignorance. power to laugh at Mr. McCandlish’s jokes, and power to demand that Mr. Thomas change his green tie for a red one. Item 3—We leave our “Wilhelm Tell” to the Sophomores and to the Freshmen we bequeath our Caesar.” reserving only therefrom his Gaul, which, being divided into three parts, remains forever as the sole property of Robert Hast- ings, Howard Carman, and Emmett Speriky, share and share alike. 24 Will Item 4—To every boy in the High School, we give a ten- cent paint brush, to be used in shaving. Item 5—To the incoming Freshmen Class, we bequeath the hope of a new budding to be erected near this present school. We would remind the Freshmen that this is a be- quest of special value, since they no doubt will be able to cherish this hope the rest of their natural days. Item 6—To the school we bequeath those uniforms which have seen days of struggle and passed thru many a hard-fought battle, but which now lie moldy and moth- eaten in that dark and dreary recess known as the attic. The uniforms to which we refer are the football and basket ball regalia, and may the suits worn by the Senior athletes hereafter be donned by as worthy players. Item 7—To our Janitor, Mr. James Bloom, we bequeath all stacks and bonds, or chewing gum. which he may find in desks previously occupied by us. and we also hope that to him his keys may be as those of St. Peter. Item 8—Upon our successors, the class of 1916, we be- stow our beloved principal, Mr. L. D. Thomas, undiminished in h:s ability to furnish heat for the intellectual furnace, and we recommend them to use him liberally in the settle- ment of their disputes, and apply to him fully for consola- tion in their troubles. Item 9—To Stanley Garrison we bequeath a “Ford.” Those poor ponies are overworked. Item 10—To Wilbur Wolf we bequeath Howard Car-