Lancaster High School - Mirage Yearbook (Lancaster, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 100 of the 1916 volume:

mi1RH©E Senior Class LANCASTER HIGH SCHOOL. itfimatj tif “Jltnkeu” (HubbB. (By Richard Mattox. ’18.) CHAPTER I. “Pinkey” Tubbs wheezed his way up the dinky stairs that led to his small apartments, as he gained the fourth landing he gave a sigh of relief. “My goodness,” he gasped, as he mopped Jiis brow, “them stairs seems longer each time I come up ’em.” With this assertion he turned and plodded down the small hall that led to his rooms. As he turned the corner he came to a sudden stop. His worst fears were suddenly real- ized. There, directly in front of his door stood Mrs. Miranda Jones, his hard-hearted land-lady. Upon spying him. she approached and said in an icy tone, “Mr. Tubbs, ITi trouble you fer my six dollars rent money, please.” “My goodness,” exclaimed the dismayed Pinkey, “why Missus Jones, I ain’t seen a dollar since last week, let alone six dollars, but if you’ll wait awhile I’ll—” “No, that settles it,” said Mrs. Jones loudly, “if you can’t pay you’ll have to get out, and get out right away. I’m a poor widder woman, with three children, and the cost of livin’’s so high, I can hardly keep myself, let alone keepin’ somebody else, an’ besides I—” But Pinkey had fled down the stairs. As he reached the sidewalk, he gazed about wondering where to go. He decided to walk down the street in search of a job. As he sauntered along, he began to ponder on his position. Here he was out of a job and out of home Surely there was some reason for all his trouble. Ah, he knew; it was his massiveness. Yes. “Pinkey” was fat. This was proved by the fact that the only arti- cle of dress he could buy ready-made was a collar button Moreover, the ancient adage. “Nobody loves a fat man,” had proved true in every respect. Fortune had turned her back, and leeft him a hungry outcast, all because he weighed over three hundred pounds. 0. cruel fate. While thus meditating, “Pinkey’s” attention was attracted across the street. Nailed on one side of a restaurant door was a large sign with the following words printed upon it WANTED MAN TO TAKE POSITION AS WAITER, APPLY WITHIN. “Pinkcy’s” heart leaped for joy. Here was luck at last. With high hopes he crossed the street and entered the door of the restaurant. CHAPTER H. Mrs. Smith was talking. “Lizzie dust off that beefsteak in the window, and did you put that sign up?” “Uhuh,” answered Lizzie,” I tacked ’er up on the north side of the door right in plain view, an’—” Here Lizzie was interrupted by the arrival of our hero, “Pinkey ’ Tubbs. He looked at Mrs. Smith and said, “I begs your pardon, but are you Mrs. Smith, the proprietor?” “Yessir,” promptly answered Mrs. Smith. “Are you the man come for the job?” “Yessum,” replied “Pinkey.” My name is Mr. Tubbs an’ I worked in a railroad res- taurant before.” “Then your’e just the man we’re looking for,” beamed Mrs. Smith. “Ever since Ezry mv husband died, we’ve needed a man around the place to do the harder work, and since (7) you’ve had experience in the business, I think you’ll be just the man for the place.” Thus “Pinkey” obtained his position. It was about three weeks after “Pinkey” had first come to Mrs Smith’s restaurant. He was behind a counter washing glasses one morning, when the postman came in and left a letter on the case in front. Leaving his work, “Pinkey” took the letter, sat down on a stool and gazed at it. It was addressed to Mrs. Smith, but was unsealed. “Pinkey” felt tempted to open it; the more he looked at it the stronger the temptation grew. Fi- nally he opened it and drew out the contents. There were two sheets of paper and the following was typewritten on the first: Chicago, 111., April 1, 1915. Mrs. Ezra Smith,— Dear Madam: As your uncle’s lawyers we have found it necessary to write you that he has just died and has left you ($30,000.00) thirty thousand dol- lars. Here the writing on the first page ended. “My goodness,” ejaculated “Pinkey” as he was about to turn to the second page. Just then he heard some one coming, and thinking it was Mrs. Smith, “Pinkey” quickly pushed the letter under a stack of prune dishes on a shelf nearby and when Lizzie came in, “Pinkey” was at his usual place, working as hard as ever. That afternoon he asked permission of Mrs. Smith to go on an errand, and she prompt- ly complied, for she was truly smitten with “Pinkey.” “Pinkey’s” errand led him to a small shop farther down the street where three golden balls hung just above the door, swajung in the afternoon breeze. Here “Pinkey” hocked his watch and invested the six dollars thereof in a second handed imitation diamond ring. Here his errand ended. That night “Pinkey” was in his room, writing a letter. It read like this— To Missus Smith:— Roses is red, Violets is blue; If you want me, I’ll marry you.” From your affectshunate, PINKEY. He gazed at his poetic proposal with becoming admiration, then pondered upon this undertaking. He had always said before that it would mean his finish if he were mar- ried. but that was only idle talk, he argued to himself, and besides what about that thir- ty thousand dollars, which only the lawyers and himself knew about? With this optomistical view, “Pinkey” dropped his six dollar ring in the envelope and started for the postoffice. CHAPTER III. Monday morning, “Pinkey” was unusually early at the restaurant. On this day, he was to receive his answer. If Mrs. Smith wore the ring the answer was yes; if not, it was no. As he was busily working in the kitchen, “Pinkey” heard someone enter the front door, he espied Mrs. Smith, and on the third finger of her left hand sparkled a six dollar diamond ring! With a sudden nervousness “Pinkey” watched her. Just then Lizzie entered, late as usual. As soon as she saw the ring she uttered a cry of delight. “Ain’t that scrumptious” (8) she exclaimed, “I’d just bet the last custard pie in this shop that that's from “Pinkey.” At this, Mrs. Smith smiled, and “Pinkey” felt a cold shiver go up his spinal column. Mrs. Smith sat down on a stool and fanned herself, while lizzie stuck a stick of tutti frutti gum in her mouth, and began to chew vigorously. ‘‘What d’ye want me to do first?” she asked of Itfrs. Smith. “Well, you better wash them prune dishes,” said the Madam, “their gettin’ kinda dirty.” Lizzie accordingly lifted the condemned prune dishes from the shelf, and as she did so a dust stained letter fluttered from the shelf to the feet of Mrs. Smith, who picked it up wcnderinglv. “Why, here’s a letter for me,” she exclaimed. “1 wonder how it got up there.” She drew out the contents and as she read the first page a look of amazement spread over her face, but as she turned to the second she suddenly hurst out laughing. “Ha! Ha! Ha!” she cried. “Them kids thought they hid play a joke on me, and I never got it till today, Ha! Ha! Ha!” and she left the room convulsed with laughter. “Pir.key” crept out from behind the counter quaking with fear. There was something terribly wrong: what did she mean by “those kids”? And what did she mean by “joke?” Nervously he picked the letter from the floor and looked at the first page; it was just the same as when he had seen it before. Then he turned to the second page. “0, cruel Fate! There, before his very eyes, on that accursed second page, in inch high letters stood two words— APP.TL FOOL! “Pinkey” gazed dazedly in front of him, then sat down weakly on the stool. “My goo’ness.” he gasped. The End. A ©rue Alitor On one side of the ocean a tyranical monarch believing firmly in the “divine right” of kings: on the other side a liberty loving people, with the hatred of despotism and the love of freedom instilled deeply within them: and between them was being carried on a great and mighty struggle, the Revolutionary War. Day after day, and month after month, the Colonists were losing or winning battles, but each time gaining strength and courage, while the red-coats were gradually losing their confidence and easy assurance, but not their determination to win. Far back in the mountains, overlooking a narrow valley, was a small cabin, surround- ed by tall trees. Within lived a mother and her two sons. They were very poor, like most mountaineers, but managed to raise enough corn and vegetables on their small hill patch upon which to live. The father had been dead a number of years, but bravely and unweanly, the woman had toiled to keep and raise her sons. She had succeeded, but in the struggle her rugged health had failed and she became an invalid, devotedly, if at times unskillfully cared for by the two boys. The elder at this time, was nineteen years old, stalwart and strong. The younger was seventeen, a slight delicate youth, on whom the care of the mother and the house- (9) hold duties naturally fell. The other worked in the woods and fields and did all the man’s work cf the two. At iast came the news of the great rebellion, and the men and boys responded to the call with magnificent enthusiasm, and undaunted valor. Eager and ready to sacrifice their lives for freedom, their imagination took fire and carried them unhesitatingly to the front. And so the older of the two mountain boys, fired by the spirit of the war, left the little shack in the clearing, the towering ranges, and the deep, quiet valley, to join the Continental Army. Early one morning, with a farewell and God speed,” from his mother, he swung off along the dewy trail, which led over the far foot-hills to the east. Far above, on the crest of the mountains, whither he had fled at day-break, stood his brother, with clinch- hands and convulsive features, watching the tall frame until it became a mere speck in the distance and al last disappeared over the summit o? the sun-bathed ridge. His stronger brother had gone to save the liberty of his country-men, while he, the weakling had been forced to remain at home, to care for his mother, and perform the irksome duties of the house and field. Not that he did not sincerely love the dear invalid, but how, the love of country rises above everything else in the hearts and minds of the youth. Bitterly he cursed liis frail body and the fate that kept him tied at home. For a long time, he struggled with the hate and envy cf his brother, and resentment of his mothers helplessness, which strove to drown the feeble protestations of his loving nature. At last however, he gained control of himself, and went back to the cabin, deter- mined not to show his grief to his mother. But mother eyes are sharp and keen and although she said nothing to him about it she knew how wretched and miserable he was. Days and weeks passed, and as the news of the Continental defeat or victory came back to the mountains, thru some occasional straggler, the boy’s heart was mutinous and his humiliation complete. Then too, the work in the patch, to which he was un- accustomed, added to the increasing care cf he invalid was almost too great for his weak constitution; he grew pale and haggard and at night, tossed, sleeplessly in his loft, too tired to rest. He formed the habit of climbing at the close cf day to the top of the mountain, and there, as the setting sun illumined the bare rocks and forest-covered slopes, with its last red glow, he would gaze unseoingly across the foot-hills, toward the east, in mind and spirit engaging in the war, which racked the entire country. His patient mother never questioned his absence, but as on his return, she saw his light- ed features and restless manner, she knew, that in his imagination, he had been fighting for the Great Cause. But the shock of her elder son’s leaving, and the worry concerning her younger, proved too great a strain for the little mother, and daily she grew weaker and weaker. Alarmed at this, the boy. for a time, forgot himself entirely in his efforts to restore her fast-going vitality. But to no avail. At last one evening, he realized that he would soon be alone. Grief-stricken, he knelt by the old bed ar.d buried his head in the coverlet. The mother laid her hand upon the shaggy head, and spoke scarcely above a whisper: “Don’t take on so, honey. I’ve been lots of trouble for you, and you’ve been a good boy to me. 1 know how you wanted to go to the war, and I’ve played at nights that I'd be taken so you could go, for I’ve been no good all these years. And now—that I am leaving you can follow Jim. and fight like a man.” “Oh, mother, mother,” sobbed the boy. “I can’t bear to lose you. I didn't mean you to see how I was feeling about the war. I couldn’t help it.” And a paroxysm of grief shook his slight body. (10) Suddenly, he raised his head. His mother’s lips were moving, but no sound came. He bent close to her face and heard the words: “I didn’t blame you, Abe—tell Jim—” Here she ceased, a slight tremor ran over her body, a smile illumined the gaunt face as she passed from night into day. Until day break, the boy sat as in a stupor. He could scarcely realize that the wasted form on the bed no longer needed his care, that he was alone and free to go to war. Finally, he roused himself, and went to get the help of the nearest neighbor over the ridge. The next day. they buried her beside his father, and the following morning with his head bared, the boy stood beside the fresh-covered grave, for the last time before leav- ing the mountains. Hot tears blurred his vision, shutting out the two mounds of earth, the lonely cabin, and beyond, far beneath, the narrow ravine, flanked on either side by the rugged ranges. She had been so much to him; far more than he had ever realized before, and now, that she was gone, he yearned with all his heart to see her again. But in a single night he had become a man, and a man’s duty lay before him. Shouldering his musket, he slowly descended the slope, passed along the edge of the tumbling stream, and on over the same trail his brother had trod several months earlier. Day after day, footsore and weary, he climbed ridges ar.d crossed deep valleys, until at length he reached the foot-hills and soon gained the level country. He had really been ill when he started from the strain of his mother’s death, and the work, which had been so heavy for him. But now. after miles of tramping, sleeping at night on the wet or cold ground, and with insuificient food, begged from the scanty mountain homes, his will-power alone kept him on his stumbling feet, the strength almost gone from liis gaunt body. His eyes were sunk deep beneath his brows, and his cheeks burned with a feverish fire. He had become possessed with the one desire—to reach General Washington—of whom he had heard as he went along; to confess to him the circumstances, which had kept him from joining the army; to throw himself completely at the great man’s mercy. For to the delirious mind of the boy. he became fixed in the belief, that he had committed some great fault that the stain could never be wiped from his honor. Aching in every muscle, mile by mile, he slowly dragged himselt along, often com- pelled to lie for half a day by the roadside, until he regained strength. At last one day, when he felt that he could go no farther, he learned, from a farmer that the Continental Army was camping only several miles beyond, and that General Washington was, of course, in command. With a last effort, he pulled himself to- gether and started for the end of the long journey. An hour later, several soldiers, in ragged uniform, standing at the edge of the camp, were startled by the sudden appearance of what first seemed to be the apparition of a boy. Then as he stumbled forward, they saw his face, ghastly white, his eyes hollow and star- ring, his torn homespun hanging loosely from his thin shoulders. As he saw them, his parched lips formed the words, “General Washington,” and he fell unconscious at their feet. Pittingly, the men lifted his slight weight in their arms and carried him to an old building, which was serving as a temporary hospital. As they passed thru the midst of the camp, the soldiers, curious, pressed around them and the news spread from mouth to mouth. Some thot that he might have an important message for the General, which he had risked his life to deliver. As his ap-pearance was being discussed to a little group lying on the ground, a tall young man sprang to his feet and cried: “Where is he? I want to see him!” “They took him to that old house over there,” answered one of his companions. (13) The other started off, with long strides, in that direction. As he approached the door, he stopped short and saluted, as General Washington passed in before him. The latter had been informed of the stranger’s condition and words, and had come immediately to see him. As they entered the room where he lay, the young soldier, after his first glimpse of the haggard form on the cot, ran forward and seizing his hand cried: “Abe, oh, Abe. how did you get hero?” But his brother, who had regained consciousness, screamed and drew back against the wall. He was wildly delirous, with a raging fever, and recognized no one. The sol- 7.i r then told Washington that he was his brother and how he had been left at home. But, as the days passed and he still raved incessantly in his delirum, cared for by his brother .Tim, the General, in his daily visits, learned from the lad’s own pitiful words, the story of his vain ambitions, his bitter feelings, his mother’s death, his long, hard journey and his humiliation of his own weakness. Tears flowed unrestrainedly from the eider boy’s eyes, as he heard of the loss of his mother and his brother’s sorrows and hardships. He had never guessed that back of the pale, thin face had burned the fire of a patriotism even greater than his own. Even the General’s eyes were moist as he stood daily by the cot and listened to the broken story. He was deeply moved and used every means at his command to save the boy’s life. For a week, the army still remained in camp, waiting for a move from the enemy and for a week, the sufferer lingered between life and death. On the seventh day, he fell into a deep sleep, and when he awoke, the crisis had been passed and weak and wan, he forced a smile of recognition for his brother. The next day. Washington came again, and this time the boy knew that he was the great General. He gave a little cry. as of pair, and turned his face away. But the General, seating himself beside the cot, gently took the thin hand in his own, and began to speak: “My boy, I know what you have suffered and what your feelings are. I am proud of your patriotism; your great desire to join the army, for that means untold hardships and privations. And it is one of the supreme gifts of a man’s life to give himself to his country. But even greater than that, my lad, is the true test of character of filial love and obedience which you showed in your devotion for your mother. She suffered for you and you in turn, endured agony for her and in doing that you proved yourself to be the truest soldier of us all.” As the boy heard these words from the Great General his face lighted 'with a glow of almost unearthly beauty and then too weak to speak, lie breathed a sigh of deep content, and fell asleep. —Ruth Suzanne Busby, ’16. A Hum MKiltb The clock on the station wall struck ten times. “Just five minutes more, son, and we will be out of this and away from those sneering faces at the window,” said Brown to his son as they sat waiting for the express to carry them away from the village of Hampton to the city of Cincinnati. Brown was a middle aged man, but looked to be much older, because of the trouble he had gone thru in the last four months. First he had lost his wife; then Jones had forced him to sell his little store by circulating false reports about him, causing all the people in the village to quit dealing with him. (12) After Jones was in possession of his store and he had but one friend left in Hamp- ton, Brown sold his home and all that he had left of his moderate fortune and made up his mind to leave the village. The train rumbled up to the station and catching his son by the hand he hurried out to the platform. It was snowing so hard that he could not see who the persons were standing close to the building making remarks about him. As the train disappeared down the road, Jones remarked to his companions. “Well he will go to the city now to live in poverty the rest of his life, where he could have lived here in peace if he had accepted my offer.” The truth of the matter was that Jones was glad he was gone, as he did not like to have a man like Brown around. One might have seen Jones later that evening as he sat reading his mail gasp and look around the room as he held a letter in his shaking hand on which was written the following:. “I will get you some day, Jones; it may take a iong time, but I will get you. My course will be marked by four cards; ace of spades, which means I have started; duce of diamonds, that I have made progress; the tray of hearts, that I have gained a hold; and the king of clubs that I am about to strike.”—BROWN. Jones threw back his head and laughed, rose, threw the letter into the fire, shrugged his shoulders and passed out of the room. Time had brought a few changes, for the betterment of the village and one evening in June the men on the bench in front of the Hampton Hotel saw a large white car com- ing toward them down the street. It was a beautiful thing, as the moonlight played upon it. It was in absolute harmony with its surroundings, not making any noise as it moved down the silent street, between the rows of stately elms. Stopping in front of the hotel, a young man dressed in white from head to foot, wear- ing large amber-colored glasses, stepped out of the car and asked for a room for the night. The proprietor rising, led him into the oifice where he shoved the register toward him. After signing, the stranger was taken to his room. On coming down stairs the proprie- tor found liis three comrades of the bench gazing at the name on the register. “Weli what is his name and where is he from?” asked Williams. “His name in Howard Prince and lie hails from Dayton,” replied the first man. “I wonder if he is going to let that car stand out there all night,” asked the second man. Prince’s room faced the street, and he heard the four discussing him till about eleven o’clock, when they all departed for their homes. Next morning, as he was eating his first early meal with the landlord he found out about everybody of importance in the village. And he also learned that if he wanted to spend the summer on a farm, old man Henderson’s place would just about suit him. About 8:30, Prince set out for Henderson’s farm. He received his directions from Williams, who said it lay in a beautiful stretch of country. Williams was right, for no one could have wished for a nicer place than this for a drive on such a morning. Prince was just about three miles from the village when Henderson's large red barn came in sight with its white house set in the middle of a well-kept lawn with fine large shade trees. As he came closer lie noticed that all fences were well-kept and in good condition, and the weeds were also cut. “The old farmer must take pride in his farm,” thot Prince. Tho he had moved noiselessly up the drive he had not proceeded half way to the house before a large heavy man came out of the door at the side and greeted him by his name, “Quick work, thot Prince, “William must have phoned him that I was coming.” Making known his wants Prince was led thru the house and up stairs by Henderson to a laige room neatly furnished in white. Going to one of the windows Prince threw it open and gazed out upon a rolling country. “You need rot show me any other rooms,” said Prince, this is just what I wanted.” Descending the stairs, he paid Henderson in advance, and told him he wanted to go to town and that he would be back after din- ner. (13) That afternoon as Jones Sr., sat at his desk in his store and glanced at his desk clock, his face turned very pale, and his hand began to tremble. His son saw him rise from his chair and stumble toward the counter, and came rushing back asking him what was the matter. ‘’Nothing.” replied his father, “Get me a little water, please.” Returning with the water, he was just about to question his father further when he was cut short by the inquiry: “Has any scranger been in here today or has any one been near my desk?” “No, sir,” replied his son. Just then some one came in the front door calling Jones, Jr. away, leaving his father alone to stare at the ace of spades that lay on his desk. ‘’So you have started. Mr. Brown? Well, now strike before I do,” said Jones to himself. ‘‘But whom am I to strike?” “Well, Prince, where bound tonight?” For two weeks now, you have not left the house after supper,” said Henderson, as Prince came out upon the porch where he was sitting. “Yes,” replied Prince, “But Jones’s daughter has come home from State and some one is having a party for her.” “Oh I see you are hitting up the society of the village, I did not think you were in for that kind; you always seemed to be all business,” replied Henderson. “Oh yes, I like my good times as well as any one else,” said Prince as he stepped off the porch and started toward the car. Prince was met by a young man who introduced himself as Herbert Jones, and asked if he had the pleasure of talking to Howard Prince. “Yes,” replied Prince. “When I told my sister that Mr. Prince was coming, she wanted to know if your first name was Howard and I told her she would have to find that out. tonight when you came,” said Herbert. “Here she comes now.” Gladys Jones made a very striking appearance as she moved toward them across the lawn because Gladys was by no means bad looking. As she drew nearer, Howard recognized her to be the girl with whom he had danced last Xmas time and the one the fellows were all crazy about at school. “Howard Prince in deed,” said Gladys, “then you arc the Mr. Prince I danced with last Xmas time?” “The same,” replied Howard. Herbert having left them, Howard led her toward the bench where he found himself talking about the fellows back at school. “Hey there,” cried the farmer whose buggy Prince had forced down into the ditch at one side of the road by letting his car have the middle of the road. Coming to himself Howard turned his car to one side and stopping, turned in his seat to see if he had done any damage, but seeing the farmer pull back and start to tell him what he thot of him in plain English he turned in his seat and started his car. “That’s what a fellow gets for thinking about a pretty girl and trying to drive a car at the same time.” said Howard to himself. “But just the same she is some little girl.” On reaching home he found Henderson still on the porch. “What, home already?” “Yes,” replied Howard, “you know everybody goes to bed early around here.” “Did you pass old man Blackstone on your way home?” asked Henderson. “He just left here; he lias been here all evening; said he met you in town the other day and he thot you were a very nice young man.” ’T guess he does not think that way now.” smiled Howard, “I almost crowded him off the road when I passed, him coming home.” “And say, he can sure use plain English when he is mad.” June gave way to July, and all the gossips talked about now-a-days was the new general store that was going to open up across the street from Jones’s. Some said it was a branch of one of the large Cincinnati stores, while others said that old man Black- stone owned it, but this wras disputed, as they said that he did not have money enough to open up that kind of a store. The wonr c of the village came in for their part of the gossip by asking each other how soon Gladys and Howard were going to be married. One evening late in August when Howard brot Gladys home from their evening drive, instead of leaving her at the porch steps he came upon the porch where her father was (14) sitting. “Father, Howard wants to ask you something.” All right, let us hear it,” said Mr. Jones. Taking himself down from the railing of the porch, where he was sitting, Howard said, “Mr. Jones, this may take you by surprise, or it may not. Very likely not, as the villagers seem to think it is a settled fact. Will yon give your consent to my mar- riage to Gladys?” “What!” exclamed Mr. Jones, letting his cigar fall to the floor, “this is too sudden!” “I know it is sudden, but please arswer Howard’s question,” said Gladys Well, if you are in a hurry. I would be very glad to have Howard as a son-in-law,” re- plied Mr. Jones, rising and catching Howard by the hand. “I guess you two will want this porch to yourselves, so I will go inside.” Mr. Jones had acted very much surprised, but this was just what he had hoped for, for this would enable him to compete with his business nval Blackstone thru Prince’s money. On his way home that same evening these thots passed thru Howard’s mind. “Had he made a mistake in asking her to be his wife? No doubt he loved her: yes that was the trouble; he loved her too well for his own good: it might cause him much sorrow in his later life. Why does a woman always have to come into a man’s life, just when he has such important duties to perform? Well, he was in for it now, and he would have to cross the stream, for to turn back meant certain failure.” The next morning Herbert Jones went to his father for some money. His father told him that if he did not stop over-drawing his salary something was going to happen and happen soon. Giving his son twenty-five dollars, he told him that if lie wrould stay in the store more and help him get his business back on its feet again lie would raise his salary. Picking up his morning mail he went thru it. Two letters he threw into the waste basket, three he put on file, and opening the sixth he drew forth the duce of diamonds. One evening of the following week as Howard came out cf the postoffice Herbert Jones stopped him and asked if he minded taking a little drive in his car as he wanted to talk over some business with him. “Not at all, a little drive will cool us both off,” said Howard. After they had gained Hie outskirts of the village Herbert began: “How- ard, the story I am about to tell you will show- up my weakness but if you will help me out of this I will promise not to get myself in bad again.” “Well let us hear how bad a muss you have gotten yourself into,” said Howard. “I need some money; this morning I received a message from my broker in Cleveland stating that unless I could cover my margin with a thousand dollars I would lose my other two thousand that I have invested.” “Now if you could let me have a thousand I am sure I could pay you back in a week or so.” “What kind of stock have you ” asked Howard. “Wheat,” replied Herbert. “None safer on the market today,” replied Howard. “Have you any blanks at the store on the First National bank,” asked Howard. If you have, we can return there and make out the check.” “Yes,” replied Herbert. The result was that Jones Jr., not only signed a note for one thousand, but a note for another thousand was added. The next morning as How-ard wfas going past Jones’ store he was called in by Jones, Sr., who said that he had some business to talk over with him. After they were seated in Jones' private office Jones began: “Howard since you are soon to become my son-in-law. how about taking a little stock in my store ? I wall take you in as an active or inactive partner, just as you wish.” “Thanks very much for your offer Mr. Jones, but after I am married I don’t think I will live here, as I w ant to be closer to my own business so I can take care of it.” “But I need some money,” said Jones; that fellow across the street is selling- at cost, and unless I can keep up with him till he gets over this crazy idea I will lose all my trade. But I would sooner have you as a partner.” “I can let you have the money, but for the reason I stated I cannot go into partnership with you,” replied Howard. “Well, then can you let me have about two thousand for six months?” asked Jones. When Howard left the store he wore a smile on his face and carried a note for three thousand dollars at six per cent for six months. Xmas came and Gladys and Howard were married. The affair proved to be one of Hampton’s greatest social events of the season. The next day they left for their honey- moon in the South. When Jones, Sr., returned to work on the second of January lie was almost afraid to open his mail for fear that some of his large creditors would be writing him for settlement or that some notes were due. But for some reason or other they did not seem to need the money. “If they only let me alone for a month or so I can drive that licund that is trying to ruin me out of business.” thought Jones to himself, but little did he realize the circumstances of his rival. Just before going home to dinner the shoes that Jones had ordered from a Cleveland firm came and on opening them he found lying on top the TRAY OF HEARTS. His face turned pale, and he said to himself. “I can’t see for the life of me where Brown has any hold on me. Nobody has heard from him since a drummer from Cleve- land was here and told us that Brown had died just a month before, and that has been two years ago, in all about seven years since I have seen him. He wrote to the firm from which he had received the shoes and they knew nothing about the card. Spring had come and Howard had returned and was living in a cottage at the edge of town. One evening late in May as he and Galdvs were sitting on the porch, Howard drew his chair up in front of her and taking her hands in his asked, Gladys is your love so great for me that if your father should lose everything lie had and I could prevent it and did not would you leave me?” “Six of one, half a dozen of the other,” said Gladys lightly, for she did not see the lines that were on his face nor how his jaw was clamped together v aiting her reply. “Is not your love that great for me Howard that if you had the chance you would do it? But why sit here and talk about something that is not going to happen.” “Just suppose I would be breaking a vow if I did? What then?” asked Howard. Howard, dear, if you are going to sit here and talk foolishness like that I am going to bed ar.d you will have to tell it to the stars.” Howard probably remained seated an hour without moving. When at last he arose and walked toward the door these words escaped his lips. “Would to God I were dead.” The next morning Howard made his way to the village attorney’s office. “Well, what can I do for you, Mr. Prince?” asked Mr. Haste after they were seated in his office. The next day or so will bring strange happenings in the village. It may also separate my wife from me. I have placed a credit for her in my bank in Cleveland and I want you to see that she gets it. If this happens remember her only.” “You need not tell her where the money comes trom, and if any- thing goes wrong with her wire me at once. “One thing more; if nothing like this happens, please forget it and if it does no one else is to know we had this litle talk.” “Yes. sir,” said Mr. Haste. Your orders shall be carried out to the letter.” From the attorney’s office Howard made his way to Jones’ store, passing seevral people on the way who had to make room for him on the sidewalk because he did not seem to see them, but they noticed that his eyes shot forth fire, his hands were clenched, and his face wore a fsown as he passed them. As Howard stepped into Jones’ office he saw Jones stairing at the KINK OF CLUBS that lay on his desk. A sneer passed across Howard's face, as he noticed the condition offright the man was in. “My God! Brown, why don’t you strike and let me out of this ” said Jones. That is just what I am going to do,” said Howard. Jones had not heard Howard enter and this startled him. “My God! cried Jones, “Are you Brown or are you his double!” “Neither,” replied Howard. “I am liis son. It’s a shame you can’t show more fight, you poor weak thing! You thot you were quite a clever man when you stole this store from my father, did you not? (16) Why can’t you have that spirit now? It would make it easier for me to crush you! Listen, you damned thief!!” cried Howard, as Tones began to beg for mercy. Howard was all fire now as he leaned forward in his chair, his eyes balls of fire, and his hands clasped thru the arms of the chair so that you could count every vein in them. ‘‘Little you thot that I was Howard Brown when I first came, and it gave me great pleasure to see how easy you were falling for my plans until your daughter came into my life. Then, God! I almost gave up, but to have done that would have broken a promise I made to a dying man. my father. Jones, he never lacked food nor shelter, for he was worth a million when he died, but you had him and with all his money he was nevei the same again. “Now Jones, it is your turn,” cried Howard, bending over Jones1 bended body with uplifted hands as if to strike. “There is no way out for you. You are a marked man! from now on, you cannot secure credit any place because I hold in terest in all the large houses you have been dealing with.” “I have notes with both your son’s and your name signed to them that will take the store, and ycur other debts will take ail the property you own, so you see Mr. Jones, you are in the same position you placed my father in. Now you could have tried in vain to beat that little man across the street but of no avail, for I was backing him and he could have sold at cost till you owed every man in this village.” Seeing that he had inflicted all the harm he could upon the man at the present time, he turned and left the office. Howard, on reaching home about noon found his wife had gone, and a note saying that he should go to her father’s for luncheon. He was thank- ful that he should not have to face the only one he loved. With a determination not to yield an inch he set about getting ready to leave that evening. The men on the bench in front cf the hotel saw him pass down the street in his large white car. and leave the village, but little did they realize that that would be the last they would ever see of Howard Prince as they knew him. FINIS. !•) (Elaafi fetnnj (By Ruth Suzanne Busby.) In the world of pictures a new play is about to bo presented, a drama in four acts, one of youth and its romance of shadow and sunlight, of work and play, the history of the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Sixteen. And I. as interpreter, shall endeavor to place before you, in a realistic manner, most, the mere vivid of the scenes. PART ONE. It is September, the month, when vacation pleasures are ended and the thots of the young: people again turn toward school. Thepicture of a high school is flashed upon the screen, into which are hurrying groups of boys and girls some with dignified mien and earnest faces; others romping and boisterous; and many, frightened, curious to note, with scared expressions and hesitant manner, seemingly eager and yet reluctant to en- ter the great portals of learning. This latter group is welcomed with the usual affection shown by the upper classmen, and, at last, is assembled in one large rocm. Here their title is found to be Freshmen arid their number ninety-one. What an interesting ap- pearance they make with their annimated faces and shining eyes, frem which radiate the glow of ardeni ambitions and bright dreams of the future. What an inspiration to the teachers to have such ones to grind for four years toward the realization of their hopes! And what a fine spirit is infused into the school by their presence. The scene changes, and the teachers who play the leading role in the first act are introduced; Mr. Brashares, over whose desk the fates of all hang in the balance: Miss Curtiss, whose bright wit and humor make all the more enjoyable the declension of “puella” and the conjunction of •amo:” Mr. Thomas, who so patiently drills into the Knaheu and Madclien, the rudiments of the Teutonic language; Miss Hunt, the fair young teacher of English; Miss Strete. whose depth of mind and heart makes all love her; Professor Hawk, that genius of the lower regions, who strikes terror to the heart of the uninitiated, and last, but not least. Mr. Hickman, back of whose unassuming ap- pearance, has a knowledge of history and mathematics astounding to perceive. These are shown in their respective rooms, in which sit the awed and trembling Freshmen. But as time goes on. and one picture succeeds the other in the portrayal of the busy life of the school room, with its occasional troubles and laughable happenings, the youngsters are seen to gradually lose their self-ccnsciousness ana martyred air, and at last gain an admirable poise, from which nothing can shake them. They are begin- ning to realize that they have a right to exist and that the upper classmen are merely human beings, not as exalted as th' ey seemed at first sight. One important social event is depicted in this first act—the Freshmen reception to their parents. The high school is alight from top to bottom. Girls, in light dresses, flit from one room to the other, proudly showing their fathers and mothers where their study and recitation hours are spent. Boys, trying their best not to appear ill at ease and fail- ing miserably, stand around in inconspicuous corners, and wistfully gaze upon the gay assemblage. In the auditorium, a program of music and speaking is in progress. In the hall, the parents are being served with a delicious beverage. But soon the hour ar- rives for the Freshmen to be in bed. The parents, realizing this, take their departure, after expressing their delight in the evening’s entertainment. The uoor closes upon the last guest and the building is left deserted. (End of Part One.) (18) PART TWO. The scene is again the same, the high-school, but the actors are considerably dimin- ished in number. Many familiar faces are missing and there are but few to fill their places. Put determining to make up in quality what is lacking in quantity, the class makes study a specialty. The beaming face of an other instructor is introduced to the class, that of Miss David- son, the beloved teacher of history, ancient and modern. In the Gymnasium of the high school, a strange tight is seen for the first time. The girls arc receiving gymnastic instruction from a fair faced teacher. Miss Chubb. This is a new course but destined to be of much value in health and physical development. This act is marked by one festal occasion, tlm class picnic to Buckeye lake, at the end of the school year. Before as Jie the blue, unruffled waters of the Lake. On its shores the boys and girls engage in various sports. Suddenly, the picture changes and they are discovered seated on the ground about a feast “fit for the gods.” By their joy- ful countenances, truly this seems to be the big feature of the day. Full of fun and frolic, the scenes of the day proceed, until at last, the shadows lengthen and the evening approaches. The rays ot the setting sun illuminate a glowing pathway upon the shim- mering surface of the lake and far off, near the horizon, the blue of sky and water seems merged into one. With regretful farewells the class start on their homeward journey, its members loathe to part, even for the few short months of summer vacation. (End of Part Two.) PART THREE. And now comes the act. fraught with many new scenes and faces. New situations arise, new roles are created and in the words of Sherlock Holmes, “the plot thickens.” Again, the Class of nineteen sixteen is assembled, this time joined by some not tal- ented enough to stay in their original cast, and others seeking a more renowned field for the development of their remarkable talents.. They have assumed the name of Juniors and Walter Pfe.ffer is chosen as the lead- ing man, the president. The organization of the class is accomplished and each one pledges undying loyalty and faithful support under the colors of emerald and gold. Once more, familiar faces arc gone, this time among the teachers of the school. The jolly principal, Mr. Brashares has sought the hills of Hocking county, and this difficult roie has been undertaken by Herr Professor Thomas; Miss Hunt, true to her name, has sought and found another high school and from behind her desk, smiles the face of the delightful new teacher. Miss Maxwell; Mr. Prugh. whom the sights of a big city have lured away is supplanted by one of nervous temperament, and ready blushes, Mr. Mc- Candlish; the Hawk has grown tired of his prey and in his place there has come a Elood, as mighty as the one of the preceding spring, but not nearly so disastrous. Two wel- come new-comers are Miss Aten, excellent in elocution and literature, and Mr. Drinkle. the boyish leader of the “back-to-the-farm” movement in the high school. At this time is also introduced to the class the well-versed English teacher. Miss Perfect, in whose rocm must all “obstreporous” actions be “eliminated.” And so under these capable directors, the scenes of the school recitations and study run smoothly and present an interesting insight into the daily life of the school. Soon anpears the first social undertaking, the Junioi Hallowe’en Fair. The scene is laid in the Gymnasium of the high school and what a brilliant picture it makes. Occu- pying a prominent position is the new banner of the class in colors of gTecn and gold. Around the walls are the different booths or tents; in which are seen visions of fairy- (19) tales, startling conceptions of life in the lower kingdoms, and reminiscences of “child- hood days.” In and out surges a gay throng, some in masquerade, adding a picturesque effect to the whole scene. All is merriment and fun. And this is the first entertainment of the class a success. We pass from this to the presentation of the Junior play—“Lost—a Chaperone.” The picture at first shows the entire auditorium packed with people and then nar- rows down to the center of action, the stage. The camping life and out-door scenes are refreshing, while the girls in their simple dresses and the boys in their hunting suits, attract the attention of all. Many amusing situations and interesting characters are depicted in the play. And, at the end, the curtain falls upon the last act amid a. round of applause. The class has gained a reputation for not only thinking, but “acting.” They have added another triumph to their appearance before the public. Soon after this is the “spread” given by the class, for the playing cast in the gym- nasium. Around the tables, which are attractively decorated with the class colors, sit the members of the class, a living representation of that old saying. “Eat. drink and be merry.” Again we see the Gymnasium, and now, a basket ball game is being played. With lightning rapidity, flash all over the floor the green sv eaters, striped with gold, of the Junior PGys. Opposing them is the Senior team. Fast and furious wages the struggle. Now a basket is made by the Juniors, now a spectacular throw by the Seniors. The spectators in the gallery lean forward with breathless eagerness. The score is even, the time almost out. Then suddenly the Dali is shot, through the air, toward the basket, it balances unsteadily for one anxious moment, on the edge then—drops through to the floor. The game is over and the score stands 17-16. The Junior casket ball team are champions At last comes the climax of the third act—the Junior-Senior banquet. Amid the sweet, strains of music, the tinkle of glasses, and the babble of merry voices, mingle the Juniors and Seniors, forgetful of all else, save the light-hearted happiness of the hour. And as the 'wee small hours” of the morning drew near, they linger still, draining to the last sweet drop, the cup of their evening's enjoyment. But at last it is time for them to part and the end of the school year has come. PART FOUR. Again the class of nineteen sixteen meet, this time their faces earnest, with the re- alization of the nearing of the end, proud of their many achievements as a class, and serious, with the knowledge of duties to be performed, obstacles to be overcome, and re- sponsibilities to be assumed. The Junior president having gained much popularity in the fulfillment of his office, is chosen again unanimously. And now is thrown upon the screen, the picture of a magazine, the name of which is the “Mirage.” And behold, as the pages are turned, these important words stand forth boldly in big. black type, “published montlily by the Senior Class of the Lancaster High School.” An epoch in the production of the school paper has been reached; a lasting work begun; and in the future history of the school will this class ever be known as the originators of the monthly Mirage. Again is the scene of the Hallowe'en Fair reproduced in the Senior Carnival. The setting is the same but the exhibitions and assembly are widely different. A weird hynnotist, a comical Italian organ grinder and an “intellectual” picture show are inter- (20) esting features of the evening’s entertainment. In the next picture the curtain rises upon the Senior play—“Hicks at College.” The affairs of college girls and boys make up the theme of the play, which with some hu- morous occasions, uneventfully reaches the happy conclusion of the little romance—“and they lived happily ever after.” And now the last real scene has vanished. Memory, the Genii, summoned by the presentation of familiar scenes, haunts our mind, thots of the four years’ happy com- panionship, forever at an end; of the patience and wisdom of those who directed; of the little failures and successes that marked the way. Suddenly there appears upon the dark screen a faint glow which growing blighter and brighter, at last, unfolds to our wondering gaze, a dim phantom of that which is yet to come. It is the vision of Commencement day. Hut as we strive to pierce the mist of time, and view more clearly the rosy future the vision of white gowned girls, of flowers and song, of ribboned rolls, slowly faces, until all again is in darkness. The end of the play has come. The history of the class is complete; and the actors leave the stage of their high school days to venture into the bright sunlight of life, yet re- membering always the joyous moments of their brief career. THE END. RUTH SUZANNE BUSBY. ’16. (EtaB Ml We, the class of nineteen hundred and sixteen, Lancaster High School, Fairfield county, State of Ohio, being of sound, reliable minds and of sane memory, knowing our stay almost finished in this institution of learning, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament in order to rid ourselves of all our surplus possessions, advant- ages, opportunities and energies. For this reason we giant, will and bequeath as follows ITEM I.—To our fathers and mothers we bequeath the pleasure and the right to settle all our just debts incurred in this garden-spot-of-the-world of learning. ITEM n.—To the members of the School Board and Faculty and to the Superintend- ent, we will our memory, hoping it may ever he fresh in their minds. ITEM III.—To the lower classes, we bequeath all the money left from the sale of the Mirage, to be divided among them, share and share alike ; also our ponies to be cared for with careful consideration. ITEM IV.—To the Juniors, wc bequeath the right and privilege of accompanying Aeneas and the Trojans in their many wanderings, hoping that none are lost on the way as happened this year. ITEM V.—To the Mirage Editors of following years, we will the ability and stick- to-it-ivencss of our editor, Harry Nourse; also his “gift of gab.” ITEM VI.—To our esteemed teacher. Mr. McCandlish, we leave the best wishes of the class for his success in the attempt to do things by “Proxy,” ITEM VII.—To the class of ’17, we bequeath the right to give a Shakespearian play as a high attainment of their dramatic powers. ITEM VIII.—To the Senior Class of next year we leave all the power and authority which we now possess. Some of these are: The right to call our janitor Jimmy or any other name which comes handiest; to give advice to all who may ask, and the authority to skip periods whenever they see fit to do so. (21) ITEM IX—We grant the following individual bequests: Our president leaves his seat of honor and his dignity to his successor; Minnie Hartman leaves a large stock of chewing gum to be equally divided among the lower classmen as they may desire. We, hereby, nominate and appoint the Schoolboard as executors of this, our last will and testament. In testimony whereof, the class of '16 hereunto set their hand and signature, this the fifteenth day of May, in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and sixteen. ‘‘Letters, letters, nothing but letters. Mabel how will we ever get all of these read in time to catch the 11:30 car. We must do it though for never in this wide world v ould we think of missing Kittie’s wedding. I surely am thankful that the war is over because just fancy, we would never be taking this trip to England if it wern’t. And to think that George White is the power behind the throne in England. Can’t you re- member Miss Perfect m English class giving poor George perfect fits on account of his pessimism and now to think he is chief adviser to the King of England. Nine-thirty—Good gracious, we’ll simply have to skim through these letters, for if we don’t make the 11:30 car we’ll miss our boat. Wasn’t it the grandest pian to arrange that in ten years from our graduation day each one should write a letter, and that letter should go the rounds of the class. What better way could there possibly have been to let us know what each person was doing. Now, for the first letter.’ J’li do the reading and you listen. Whoever can this be from, with such flourishes and curleques. From Niel Amcndt. Yes. Yes, he always was keen on putting those big flourishes when he signed his name. We'll not have time to read any right through, but we can glance through them, and finish them on the ship if we don’t get seasick This is what Niel says:— “After attending Harvard four years and taking a succial course in aviation, I’m now in the areoplane business. I take great pleasure in informing you of my marriage to Minr.ie Ballmer just two years ago. Minnie is a fine wife and exceedingly econom- ical, so much so that we use only three quarters of a pound of butter a week. If you ever pass through Amanda, stop anu see us. Did you know that Dudley Book waiter has become a successful farmer. He owns the largest farm in Ohio, and often visits us. He is engaged to Minnie Hartman and has given her a ring with the largest diamond in the United Staes in it. However. I car. not say when the wedding will be as Minnie is at present dean of women at Ohio State.” “Well, Neil and Minnie, Dudley and Minnie! Whoever would have guessed that? Not I certainly. Now, for the next. H’m. from Kalamazoo, Michigan. Whom do you suppose is( there? “Just a line to let you know where I am; how I got here and what I am doing. The very day I graduated I came out here and here I’ve been ever since. The long and short of it is, that, with the efficient help of Ralp Geiser and Russel Hammock, 1 have con- structed the “Buzless Buzzer,” an automobile, whicli has it all over the Ford. Ladies (22) THE SENIOR CLASS. By Mary Louise Beck. (By Ruth D. Ritter.) and gentlemen, if yon ever pass through Kalamazoo, stop at 333 Make You Buy Even i? You Don't Want to street.” and inspect our Buzless Buzzer.” Your humble servant. Edward Baumgardner.”— The Buzless Buzzer —some car I’m sure. Mabel as soon as we return from Eng- land. I’ll have to see them. The next is postmarked Chicago. It’s such a long ore too. “Loy. as you probably know, is now the minister ot a large church here in Chicago. We have two dear little sons, twins. We call them Hart and Dallas. Do come and see us as soon as convenient. With love, Ruth Suzanne Busby Kohler.” Twins! Hart and Dallas! How those names recali our English class. I wonder which aie their letters. This must be from Hart. I could always tell that writing. It's a perfect facsimile of a lame duck.”— “Helen and I are at present at our summer home on Long Island. You. I suppose, kr.ow that I am president of the hot air plant at Rochester. Dallas, as you will realize, is chief justice of the Supreme court and as he is now very busy working on an im- portant ca e at Pleasantville, desires me to extend his cordial greetings to all. You remember how interested Paul Leitnaker always was in farm work. Well, he now owns a large farm near Carroll, and with the help of his wife, formerly Mildred Brown, is making a great success of it. As ever, Hart.” “Yes, Mabel, it is getting late, and I'm hurrying. Here’s one {from India”—“My dear friends,, there are quite a number of our former class mates over here on this for- eign soil. I am glad to say that I have entirely changed my views and am no longer a woman hater. On the contrary some even call me tickle and flirtatious. I believe I am safe in saying that I am quite handsome and it is rot much wonder that women find me attractive. P.oy Benadum is :n command of the Ameiican troops stationed here and I frequently see Harry Nourse, our able Ambassador to India. He is very popular in court circles here, and I am told he is soon to be married to Edna Bisher or in other words to the girl he left behind him. Best wishes to you all. Merret Burt.” “Now, isn't that just like Merrit. I knew he wouldn’t keep on hating woman all his life. T do believe this is from Marybelle Thompson.” “Right now I have the leading role in 1 Princess Pat,” Laura Baxter is my under- study, but will scon have the lead as I am about to leave for my chateu in France to indulge in a long needed rest. Stanley Garrison and Donald McCleneghan are my ad- vance agents and are perfect wonders. Had vou heard that Dr. Earl Bauman is now the head cf the laigest Hospital in Berlin? Helen Vera Towt is now in California with her husband, but they both intend to accompany me to France. Much love—Mary- beile.” I'm positive Mabel, that there are no letters from Alice Sim.cox and Josephine Wilson, because it was only last week that I saw them in Boston. You can’t possibly guess what they ave advocating—Woman's Suffrage. They are traveling with Mrs. Pankhurst too. I went to hear her lecture and there sitting beside of her on the platform were Josephine and Alice. I wish you could have heard Alice. She gave such a soul inspiring address. All the time she was talking she rushed from one side of the platform to the other just like this. When she shouted, “what have men done for this world—nothing! What have women done for this world—everything!” I was completely won to the cause. And Jesephine kept nodding yes, to everything Alice littered. After the lecture I went up to them and they told me Francis Pool was living in her beloved New Mexico and successfully conducting a big lemon ranch, and raising chickens as a side issue. That same morning too, they had seen Cecil Kouser and Helen Gray, dressed stunningly in the height of fashion. Tiiese two accomplished girls were both private secretaries, one to Mrs. John Jacob Astor, and the other to Mrs. Vanderbilt. (23) Of course you read in the papers about Dr. Clifford Tibbs and Doctor Charles Shonk. Think of those two famous doctors operating upon John D. Rockefeller and each receiv- ing $50,000 for it. Charles will be able at last to marry Clara Alten. You know they made an agreement never to marry until they were rich enough. Poor. girl, she waited ten years, but now she has him! By the way, Mabel, did you know that Norton and Fern were crossing on the same boat wi+h us? He is such a wonderful cartoonist and has just accepted a fine offer from several newspapers in London. Fein is crazy about going as she wants to learn to speak like English people or like Katie, for instance. Dropping her r’s, saying “bean” for “been” and “doncher know” and “by Jove.” You ve heard loo, about Russel Sheets building a railroad across the Atlantic Ocean. He and his wife, Gretcheu are going to make the trial trip next week. Russel insisted that we wait and cross with them, that it wouldn’t cost us a cent, but I managed to get out of it some way. Here’s a letter from Lecla Meeker. She is living in Washington, D. C., and is chief collector of antiques in the interests of the Smithsonian Institute. That reminds me Washington. D. C., is where Gieb has his large picture show the- atre. They tell me he is still a bachelor, but a very popular one. All the match-making mammas have tried to capture him, but have been unsuccessful so far. Pipe, our illus- trious president is high in favor there also. Recently I was confidentially told that the President was about to appoint him secretary of the Navy. Of course he’ll make good if he gets the appointment. By the size of this epistle, you’d think somebody didn’t care much for writing wouldn’t you? Just as I expected. It is from Rod Shaw. He is manager and leader of the former famous Sousa's Band now known as Shaw’s Band. He writes that a number of former L. H. S. musical stars are traveling with him. Fawn Holland Alspach, with her husband, Clement and Ralph Wiedrig, as soloist are all late acquisitions to his band. He asks whether we knew that Myrlte Riegel. Laura Baker, Laura Miller and Susan Mencer had all followed the example so nobly set by I.eafee Reese in 19.15, and had been married in their graduation dresses within a few weeks after graduating. Mabel, I don’t think I told you that while I was in Boston, I found that Mary Beck and Ethel Young both models in a large department store were living together in a flat. They quarreled continually. I was told, as to which one should get up and prepare break- fast. . Each insisted that it was the other’s duty. On account of this I phoned to them instead of calling. During our brief conversation they told me that Elinor McBroom and Gladys Sheets had been veiy successful in making a great deal of money by inventing useful articles. Naturally I decided to go and see them. I found that they were now- trying to secure a patent on a man’s fancy ankle watch which they had just perfected. They gave one to me and I've been wearing it ever since. Am’t you glad that Winifred is so happy ? Winifred Oberdorfer Benadum sounds so nice I think, and Howard is an ideal husband. Howard is doing so well in the cloth- ing business and in her last letter she said he had just purchased a 3ix cylinder “Buz- less Buzzer” for her. At certain times I feel inclined to believe that after all married life wouldn't be so bad. Who can that be at the door? Harold Lobaugh! I’m so glad to see you, and here is Mabel, Mrs. Mabel Littleton Thiebert, I should say............Yes we are leaving at 11:30 ......Oh, you’ll take us down in your car?..........Why, Harold, that is perfectly lovely °f you, I’m sure. Now you can wait right here and listen to the rest of these letters if you wish. Here are two letters with inscriptions on the envelopes. The first one says “If not de- livered in five days return to Olive May Taylor, President of the National Old Maids and (24) Homely Women’s Home.” Delmont, Ohio. Oiive Taylor, of all women! President of such a place. We’ll read the whole letter because its sure to be interesting and right to the point. Dear classmates, don’t worry about me being an old maid as my position seems to justify. Just one month from today T expect to be a happy, blushing bride. However, I relinquish my position to one more capable in every way, namely Martha- belle Thomas. As ever,—Olive.” Now, isn’t that exactly like Olive, telling us she is going to be married, but not say- ing to whom. The inscription on the oiher letter is Return to Rev. Harold Mayer, Mulberry street. Lancaster, Ohio.. He writes: “Dear Sisters and Brothers in Faith and Mercy, no doubt you will ponder on what caused me to pursue this most worthy calling. Conhdentaliy it was none other than Miss Lacey Perfect, who in such a noble way directed my foot- steps in the path of righteousness. If you at any time think of entering the bonds of matrimony, 1 shall be glad to perform the service at reduced rates. In the most divine feeling, I remain your faithful servitor—Rev. Harold Mayer. ‘‘That is surely an inducement, isn’t it....Yes it is almost eleven o’clock but wc just have a few more and then we’ll go. We haven’t heard anything from Bill Wolfe. Oh, yes, here it is. Did you ever hear anything like this? Bill has won the Vanderbilt cup rare, and here is a snap shot of him in his racer. Isn't lie handsome? Let me see, he says he saw Weaver Barnes, who is traveling on a concert tour with Caruso and McCormick. Weaver told him that the night he sang on the Senior Rhetorical Program was the time he decided upon a musi- cal career. Why I remember that song so well It went something like this. The night has a thousand eyes, the Uay but one.” Just two more letters and then we’re through. Well, can it be possible? Deris Mossman is the proprietress of a theatrical boarding house in Cincinnati. Theda Bara. Mary Pickiord, Marguerite Clark, in fact all the famous movie stars stay there when they are in Cincinnati. She writes that Blanche Cullumber, Faye Solt and Avia Dickson have complete- charge of the children’s home near Lancaster, at one time so ably conduct- ed by Pete Groves and family. Let me think a minute, John Swinnerton. Pearl Nichols and Harold Bowles are the only boys we havn’t heard about, arn’t ihev? Harold you can’t mean it! They’ve dis- covered the four h dimension and it will mean millions to them. Well, what is the fourth dimension .......Oh. you don’t know, but they’ve discovered it. Well I wish I could do something like that. I really do. The last letter and it looks to me like an invitation. That is exactly what it is. Jusf listen, Mrs. Allen Silbaugh, at Home, Friday tlue tenth—Cards—1126 Riverside Drive.” “Isn't it a shame we’ll have to miss it, but I know what I can do. 111 phone and tell her how sorry I am that wc can’t be there... . 5C6, please.....Hello, I should like to speak to Mrs. Silbaugh, please......Is thisyou, Marguerite; well this is Ruth, I'm so very sorry but we will not be able to come on Friday as we are leaving today........Oh. you thought we were not going until next week. No. no. we leave today............What’s that ? Mary Mercer is here buying her trouscau and you're giving the part}' for her. Why. we will simply have to see her. Oh. I know what to do. Harold is here and he can bring uc over in his car. Yes, Harold Lobangh, lie s traveling man for Wrigley’s Spear- mint chewing gum you snow. We’li be over right away. But Marguerite, whom is Mary going to marry ?..... Oh, she hung up. Grab up these things and we’ll rush over there. We simply have to find out whom Mary is marrying, but we also have to make the 11:30 boat. END. (25) (26) THE FACULTY CLASS iMOTTO Be What You Seem To Be CLASS FLOWER White Rose Class President Walter Pfeiffer “The Man of the Hour” German Course. Class Basketball (I), Baseball (II, III, IV), “Lost a Chaperon ' “Hicks at College,” Business Mgr. Mirage, Literary Society (IV) and Hiker’s Club (JV), Class President (III and IV). CLASS COLORS ...Emerald and Gold... (28) i l K' HARRY NOURSE (TEDDY) Latin-German Course Class, B. B. (I). Literary Society (IZI-IV), B. B. Manager (IV). Editor-in- Cliicf of Mirage (IV), Hikers Club (IV). “Not to know him, argued your- self unknown.” WINIFRED OBERDORFER (PEGGY.) German Course, Class B. B. (Ii) “Priscilla,” “Lost a Chaperon” HU), Vice President Class (III- -IV), “Hicks at College,” (IV), Shakespearian Tercentenary (IV), Mirage Joke Editor (IV). “Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eyes, in every jes- ture dignity and love.” i M WILBUR WOLF (BILL) German Course. Class B B. (I, II), Baseball (II, III. IV), Class Treasurer (III). Basket ball (III, IV), Football (IV) “Lost a Chaperon” (III), President Hikers (IV). Athletic Editor Mirage (IV). V He was a man, take him all in toll. I shall look upon his like ' gain.” $ OLIVE TAYLOR (PEANUT) German Course. Chorur (I), Class B. B. (I. II. Ill), “Lost a Chaperon,” (III), Hicks at Col- lege” (IV). Girls B. B. team (IV), Hikers (III. IV). “Macbeth” (IV), Assistant Editor M:rage (IV). “Heart to conceive, the under- standing to direct, and the hand (29) CHAS. NORTON OUTCALT. Comercial Course, Newspaper Reporter, Chorus, Priscilla,” “Julius Caesar” (IV), Literary Society, Art Editor Mirage (IV) das'-. Treasurer (IV). The force of his own spirit maker- his way.” A MILDREE BROWN. . Latin Course. Roman Wed- ding (II), Chorus, “Priscilla,” Glee Club, Julius Caesar” (IV), Her air, her smile, her motion told of womanly completeness.” LOY KOHLER Latin-German Course, Lost a Chaperon” (III). Orchestra (III. IV). “Julius Caesar (IV). Chorus. His music in my heart I love, Long after it was heard no more” MARY MERCER. Latin Course, Glee Club, Chorus Priscilla.” ‘Lost- a Chaperon,” (III), Hicks at College” (IV), Hikers. Class B. B. (IV). Society Editor Mirage (IV). We’ll keep a little cozy corner in our hearts for her. (30) v uj L r RALPH S1EBER ( SIEB.) German Course, Lost a Chape ron.” (III). “Hicks at College” (IV), Merchant of Venice” (IV), Assistant Business Manager Mir- age (IV), Fcotrall (IV), Class Scrgeant-atArms (III, IV). The sweetest hours that e'er I Spen:, Are spent among, the lassies, oh” ALICE SIMCCX. Latin Course, “Lost a Chape- ron” (III). Hikers (III. IV). “Pyr- amus and Thisbe” (IV), Odds and Ends Editor Mirage (II). ‘The hand that made you fair, made you good.” DALLAS TOBIN (“TOBEY”) German Latin Course. Class Business Manager (IV). Hikers, Class B. B. (IV). Literary Society (III. IV). Alternate. Negative, Debating Team (IV). Hicks at College”. As You Like It” (IV), “Merchant of Venice” (IV). It’s quality that makes a man. net quantity.” MABEL LITTLETON German Course, Chorus Pris- cilla,” “Lost a Chaperon” (ill), Class Secretary (III), Julius Caesar” (IV). Hicks at College (JV). Alumni Editor Mirage (IV). With hair of jet, and eyes you be:, That make the iadclies notice. DONALD McCLENAGHAN (•‘DON”) German Course, Baseball (II. Ill), Class B. B. (Ill, IV). “Honor lies in honest toil.” LULU MILLEK (“LOU”) Latin Course, Chorus. Glee Club Hikers (IV), “Pvramus and This- be” (IV), Class B. B. (III. IV). “True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun.” RH0DER1CK SHAW (“ROD”) German Course, Orchestra Di- rector (HI, IV), Latin Play (II), President Literary' Society (IV), “Lost a Chaperon” (III), Hikers Club (III, IV), “Hicks at College” Julius Caesar (IV). “A man ot untiring ambition, worthy purpose and noble deed.” |v' y|(; 'EDNA FISHER. Latin-German Course, Chorus. “Priscilla,” “Hicks at College.” Literary Society (III, IV), Liter- ary Editor Mirage (IV). “Studious and quiet, actions sweet and kind.” Vn (32) —■ jy PAUL LEITNAKER (“FOX”) Latin-German Course, “Roman Wedding” (Ii), Class B. B. (Ill, IV), “Hicks at College” (IV), Hikers, “Julius Caesar” (IV). “A pleasant giant, but modest withal.” RUTH RITTER (“JANE”) German Course, Chorus, Glee Club, Hikers, “Lost a Chaperon,” “Kicks at College.” “Priscilla,” Class B. B. (IV), Class Prophet (IV). “Would that I were able to load her with her best deserts.” HART WILKINSON (“SHORTY’) Latin-German Course, Latin Play (U), Mirage Reporter (I, H), Class B. B. (II, IV), Literary So- ciety (III), “Lost a Chaperon,” ('ll!), “Priscilla.” Class Business Manager (III) “Merchant of Ven- ice” (IV), Orchestra (IV), Mirage and Personals (IV). “That same face of yours looks like the title page to a whole vol- ume of roguery.” HELEN MILLER (“NEN”) Latin Course, Chorus, “Priscil- la.” “Hicks at College” (IV). Con- vention of the Muses (II). Class B. B. (HI). “Ah, me! I’m sure my heart is affected.” (33) CLIFFORD TIBBS ( ‘CLIFF ) Latin-German Course. Chorus (I), Literary Society, Hikers Club, Negative Debating Team (IV). “And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared. V RUTH BUSBY “(BUZZ RUTHBY ) Latin-German Course. Chorus, Latin Play (II). Glee Club. Clas3 Historian (III, IV). Merchant of Venice.” (IV), Literary Societey. “Wisdom is better than riches. EDWARD BAUMGARDNER ( STRING ) German Course. Chorus. Dis- trict Attorney (III). Literary So- ciety, Hicks at College,” (III). Stately and tall he moves in the hall, the chief of a thousand for grace. FERN BOLLENBAUGH. German Course, Chorus, Pris- cilla, Literary Society (III, IV) “Merchant of Venice (IV). Her looks do argue her re- plete with modesty. (34) EARL BAUMAN (“EARLY”) Latin-German Course. Baseball (I. II, III, IV), Class B. B. (Ill, IV). “0, to have half that boy’s good nature.” HELEN GRAY German Course, Chorus, “Pris- cilla,” Class B. B. (Ill), Girls’ B. E. Team (IV). “She that was ever fair and never proud, had tongue at wilt ar.d vet was never loud.” RUSSELL SHEETS (“WINDY”) Latin Course, Chorus, “Priscil- la” Class B. B., (1U), Baseball (IV). • , , “In his speach some jest he al- ways had.” GRETCHEN HOLLAND (DUTCH) German Course, Chorus, Girls’ E. B. Team (111, IV), “A true lass of spirit, alwa}s the same.” c (35) KATHERINE SWINNERTON. (KATIE.) German Course, Chorus, Glee Club. Hikers, ‘•Priscilla,” Class B. B. (II, 'ili, IV), “Lost a Chaperon” (III). “Hicks at College” (IV). Sweet at English air could make her.” WEAVER BARNES (“TOOTS”). Latin Course, Chorus, “Priscil- la,” ‘Hicks at College.” (IV), “Julius Caesar’ (IV), Football 3 (IV), Class B. B. (IV), Baseball r ) (IV). x Ability wins the esteem of true men.” JOSEPHINE WILSON. Latin Course, Chorus, “Priscil- la,” Hikers. “A maiden pensive and demure, and pretty too.” Latin-German Course, Football (IV) Baseball (IV). From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot he is all mirth. CHARLES SHONK (“SAUERKRAUT”) (36) FRANCES POOL. German course. “Give to the world the best that you have and the best wil1 come back to you ’ j)lL ' f . 'j' HAROLD ROWLES. German Course. “He nothing common did or mean.” GLADYS SHEETS German Latin Course. Well done is better than well said.” FAWN HOLLAND (‘CLEMATIS’) German-Latin Course, Chorus, Glee Club, Priscilla,” Hiker3 Club, Literary Society, Pyramus and Thisbe” «IV). She was a scholar, a right and good one.” (37) MARY BELLE THOMPSON ( HAPPY‘) Latin Course. Chorus, “Priscil- la,” Girls Glee Club. Hikers, “A Reman Wedding” (II), Literary Society. “I just cannot make my eyes behave.” NEIL AMENDT German-Latin Course. Hikers, Literary Society, “As You Like vr (iv). “An even mixture of good hu- (“SHEENY1’) MARGUERITE BALLINGER. Latin-German Course. Literary Society (III. IV), Critic Lit. Soci- ety (IV), Hikers Club. “Of soul sincere, in action fa tli ful, and in honor clear.” HELEN VERA. Latin-German Course. “Her hair is like the curling mist that shades the mountain side at eve.” (38) r MARTHA BELLE THOMAS. (••WINDY’) German - Commercial Course, Chorus, Glee Club, Literary Soci- ety, Hikers Club. ‘T find a joy in living and laughing.” ROY BENADUM. Business Manager Play (III). Senior Rhetorical Committee (IV) “His earnest efforts win re- ward, his heart was in his deeds.” LEOLA MEEKER. German - Commercial Course, Chorus, “Lost a Chaperon.” “Pris- cilla” “Truth and goodness in her heart find place.” ‘C Ttyv ( c•:_ JZjC CLARA ALTEN “(fRENCHY”) German Course. Hikers III, IV), Class B. B. (Ill, IV), “Hicks at College” (IV), Literary Society (III). “To be merry best becomes you” L_ i (39) — — RALPH GEISER (“AB ) Latin Course, “Roman Wed- ding” (II), Pyramus and Thisbe” (IV). “O’er whose countenance a dark cloud never passed.” SUSAN MENCER. Commercial Course, Chorus. “Priscillr.” (III). “She is modest and weighs her words before she gives them breath.” cJ v )V 4 DUDLEY BOOKWALTER (DUD) German Course. “On their cwn merits modest men are dumb.” CECIL HOUSER. Latin-German Course, Literary Society, Chorus. Priscilla.” “A quiet little lady, but sweet withal.” ? (41) JOHN SWINNERTON German-Latir. Course. “He that is not with me is against me.” MARY BECK. Latin-German Course, Literary Society. Wearing her learning like a flower.’ MERIT BURT. v. J ' LAUEA BAXTER. Commercial Course, Chorus, “Priscilla,” Glee Club. ‘‘Long will be hei days and may they broader grow.” (42) n 'Jk RALPH WIDRIG. German-Latin Course. Chorus. “A moral, sensible, and well bred man.” MINNIE BALLMER German - Commercial Course. Chorus. Priscilla. Gentle to hear, kindly to judge.” V MINNIE HARTMAN. German Course, Chcrus, cilia” “A progeny of learning.” Pris- MYRTELLE RIEGEI German - Commercial Course Che rue. Her path of virtue moulds a path for others.” (43) LURA BAKER ELINOR McBROOM. Latin Course, Class B. B. (IV). Her ways are ways of pleas- antness. and all her paths are peace.” V 'DOftlS MOSSMAN. Latin Course, Chorus, Priscil- la.” Indeed I am very true and faithful.” AULA DICKSON. Latin-Commercial Course, ‘Pris- cilla,” Chorus. “From around her face will al- ways brightness grow.” (44) Cbc flHtrage Published Monthly by the Senior Class of the Lancaster High School in the interest of the Student body and Alumnae. Vol. 1 JUNE 1916 No. 8 Executive Staff Harry J. Nourse . . Editor-in-Chief Walter Pfeiffer . . Business Manager Olive Taylor, Ass’t Ed. Ralph Sieber, Ass't Business Mgr. Reportorial Staff Hart Wilkinson_____Want and Personal Editor ................... Athletics Alice Simcox____________Odd and End Mable Littleton............ ..Alumnae Edna Fisher..................Literary Norton Outcalt...................Arts Winifred Oberdorfer.............Humor Loy Kohler...................Exchange About GDur In the latter part of the Junior year, the class of 1916 held an important meet- ing. The question of publishing a month- ly paper was discussed with much spirit, but in the end the majority cf the mem- bers were in favor of the monthly. Dur- ing the year there have been many things to distract us from our work; in fact few classes would have trudged on under so many difficulties. Magazine Ever since our entrance into L. H. S. we have been known as the class that changes old habits; and in keeping our reputation, we have changed the annual Mirage” to a mor.hly magazine. All who have helped in the publication of these papers have enjoyed their journalistic ex- perience, altho at times it seemed we had taken too large a task. H. J. NOURSE. (45) THE JUNIOR CLASS Stop dlmttnr (Etas (By Eloise Tidd.) Ciass Colors....................Green and While Class Flower.....................Ren Bose Buds CLASS OFFICERS. President .........................Russel Lloyd Vice President.......................Mary Hood Secretary ............... Mildred Baker Treasurer.............Francis Pannabecker Business Manager...........Lawrence Derry Sergeant-at-Arms ........ John Silbaugh Mirage Representative.........Eloise Tidd MOTTO: “Desire to do well.’’ How well do we, as Juniors, recall that rainy, disagreeable morning in September, 1913, when we shyly entered that impos- ing red brick building, commonly known as the Lancaster High school, to begin our career as Freshmen. Kow frightened we were for the first week or so, whenever a jolly Junior or serious Senior would even ?o much as look at us. But gradually as time were on we grew a j it tie older and became a little bolder and when June rolled around we found that the Freshman year had not been so bad after all. In September, 1914, as Sophomores wc felt our importance and hoped that every one oise would see how we had progressed. One of the important events in our Sopho- more career was the “stunt” which we performed at the Junior Hallowe'en Fair, that cf “A Human Organ.” The Class picnic given at Buckeye Lake in June of 1915 comes next in order of important everts. The picnic was a great success, altbo it dirt rain, which caused us to wade mud and water to our shoe tops. But what did we care, we were out for a good time and we surely had it. Our Junior Class organized September 22. 1915 and selected our colors and flow- er. and elected our officers, which have been given at the beginning of this arti- cle. We, as a Junior Class have been suc- cessful in everything we have undertaken as has been seen at the Junior’s auction sale for the Senior carnival. The Junior Foot Ball Banquet and the Class Play, ‘Rooms for Rent.” At the last meeting of the Junior Class Friday, May 5, 1916, committees for the Junior-Senior Banquet and Class pic- nic were appointed. Everv member of the Junior Class is capable of doing big things and as our motto says. “Desire to Do Well” in their Senior year. THE SOPHOMORE CLASS Sophomores! Sophomores! Rah! Rah! Rah! ’Twas indeed a glorious September day in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and fourteen when we. the tri- umphant graduates of the Eighth grade from North, East. South, West, and the adjoining fair fields answered the call of the intellectual bugle with one accord and awakened to find ourselves transferred like Aladdin of old to the famous and re- nowned institution of learning—the L. H. S. Aliens we were and since we were likened unto none of our brethren, we were distinguished by the well known ap- pelation “Freshmen.” Of course, we were minute and insignificant in comparison with the August personages of the Senior or even their satellites, the lower class men, for ’tis recorded that all “Freshies” are green and awkward, and we according to our honorable faculty did not differ- entiate in the least from those who have gone before us unless it were in the fact that we were many shades greener (but certainly not in our own eyes). There and there only were we perfect, for we had actually gained admittance to the High school—of course we were not received with open arms although the boys did re- ceive several self-starters. Chapel—and we barbarians did gaze in awe and wonder at the debutantes of the faculty—‘twas plain to be seen that we were not the only “Freshies”—oh, no! Some of our clan were then placed under the care and protection of the guardian an gel of Room 8, Mr. Hickson, while oth- ers whose constitution would not permit the higher altitude were sentenced to the “Lab.” During the course of the year we were at last given the chance to display our remarkable talent and genius at the Juni- or Hallowe’en Fair and succeeded in ush- ering a few events into the “Gym.” Days emerged into months and at last we confronted June and “Exams.” Then to allay our fears and tears (report cards) we “Freshies,” made merry at our class picnic at Crystal Springs, Ohio’s natural beauty spot, located near the metropolis(X) of Sugar Grove. We “kids” would have drowned at Buckeye Lake! And what is so rare as a day in Jane—especially when it rains—torrents—and the feast is spread? Sorry to confess it, but we can- not see how our chaperon, the Misses Aten and Maxwell survived the meager fare. Some picnic!—Why we even imitated the Chinamen with their unique chop-sticks, since we had such a limited number of knives and forks and spoons—compelling poor Billy Wiseman (oui society man) to even use potato chips for the deficiency. But after all we “Freshies” agreed with Shakespeare in “Alls well that ends well.” Thus ended the ventures of the Freshman Class of ’18. Sophomores!!! Our ship has cast an- chor for the second year of our sojourn. We have again marshaled our clan to the little red school house on the hill, but to the roll call some were unresponsive. Altho this year has been rather uneventful in our class history we can never-the-less boast with just pride that it has not lacked class spirit and co-operation. Our cor- ner stone is unity and we as a class nave never failed to lend a helping hand to the oar of the good bark L. H. S. Thus we have prepared ourselves for organization as Juniors. At the Junior Hallowe’en Fair of ’16, our class presented rather cleverly “Polly and Her Pals,” but perhaps the biggest event of the year was the Sophomore rep- resentation in the Triangular Debate, L. H. S. vs. East High, Columbus, on “Pre- pardness” in which our opponents relin- quished the victory. On the affirmative team were the prominent members of our class, Robert Giesy, Irvine Dungan and al- (49) ternate Donald Hunter; while on the neg- ative vs. Delaware, we were very ably and eloquently represented by Harry McClan- ahan, pre-eminent among the Sophomore members of the Literary Society which has a goodly number, we may mention Helen Applegate as vice-president—also for the coming year another “Soph,” McClanahan, president Also among the clever actors in the Latin play, “Pyramus and Thisbe,” and the Shakespearian play “Midsummer Night Dream,” the Sophomore class flaunted a remarkable representation. So here’s to the class of ’18, and may you be the best that old L. H. S. has ever opened its portals to welcome. —Rosebud K. Blochers. (50) THE FRESHMAN CLASS LOBAUGH (LOB) Football, II. Ill, IV; B. B., Ill, IV; Baseball, IV; B. B. Captain, IV; Hicks at College.” 1) I VI' GARRISON (WASH.) Football II, III. IV; B B. Ill, IV; Baseball. II, III, IV; “Hicks at College,” Literary Society. GEORGE WHITE HARLOE MAYER. NOTE—Owing to the late arri- val of the cut on this page it was impossible to place it with the rest of the graduates. (52) (Ealntitar Sept. 7 How glad wo ail are to get back! S The Freshmen are given a lively welcome. 9 We haven’t settled down yet! 10 About the time a person gets fixed nice and easy in a certain seat, Mr. Thomas around and and says. “All people in this row go to Room 8.” and then one has to pick up his books and trot. IS Did you ever see such Freshmen in your life? Green is no word. 14 We look back enviously to that time about a month or two ago. 15 Well, we’ve finally made up our minds to study a little! 16 Mr. Kisaberth is getting ac- quainted with his new pupils. 17 Most everyone is sorry its Fri- day. We lather like to go to school. 20 ‘‘Are you going?” “Where?” 21 Circus in town! 22 People seem sleepy, but still they haven’t any lessons. 23 First band practice at period 5. 24 First orchestra practice at pe- riod 9. 27 Time for Jimmy to get in his winter coal supply. 28 Br-r-r-r-r! 29 We're having an awful time about people’s dinner boxes. What do they bring them for anyway ? 30 More trouble about lunch “eons.” Oct. 1—First day of October. Something to be sad about. Also Friday. Something io be glad about. 4 The Assistant Editor makes “some speech.” Eloquence ? Whew! 5 Tonight’s when they burn the twelve o’clock electricity. 6 Seniors certainly do get upset over a history test. 7 How cruel is Fate (Mr. Hickson personified)! 20-53-60-42-12— Mercy! 8 Mr. Flood has been exiled! We arc sorry! 11 Nothing but Fair. 12 Nothing but Fair! 18 Too much Fair (two kinds.) 19 Seniors are not the only ones who can sport pins. 20 Of all things! Miss Ferfect is perplexed!! 21 The cloud hasn’t lifted yet. 22 What can the matter be? 25 Afier studying our hardest over Saturday and Sunday we have (53) solved the problem—she lias lost one of her hair pins! 2G 0, day of all the days, the worst. Grade cards. 27 Meetings of every kind, color, size and shape. 28 Very dull. 29 Re-organization of the Famous Hikers Club. Nov. 1 Thanksgiving month. 2 First hike of the Hikers. 3 The day that decided the fate of football. 4 Mirage out. 5 Some people are glad its Fri- day. 8 History and Virgil tests after twenty-four hours have passed. School would be lovely if tiierc were no such things. 9 “A little day was spent Almost before I knew. I wonder where it went. And so. indeed, would you If. cn a sudden at set of sun. You found how very little you had done. 10 Russell couldn’t stand the Vir- gil test. He went “home to mother.” 11 The last day of school this week. 15 Did you notice anything differ- ent about Miss Perfect.? She looks good in black. 10 The odor of H. S used to pene- trate the building only in the Spring, but these days you can detect it. any time. 17 Ar.d the Freshmen wonder what that delightful perfume is! 18 The same of grind. 19 Some chemistry grades. 22 Snow. 23 And plans for all sorts of par- ties. 21 The paper lies upon the stand. In letters huge and black. It tells the woes of other lands, Of battle, death and wrack. We take upon our lips the words Long usage once made trite; For “peace within cur borders,” Lord, We give thee thanks tonight” 29 Back again. 30 Regular Christmas weather. Dec. 1 Oh, these Freshmen! 2 Annual dog boil. 3 Jimmy can’t say he never tasted fudge. 4 Eighteen experiments by Fri- day ! Oh-h-h! 7 Mr. Hickson: “Now. let’s get this.” 8 We did (n’t). 9 Wonder we wouldn’t have a “lecturette” once in a while any- way. 10 Eighteen experiments—Oh, yes! 13 Snow. 14 Mr. Hickson talks about monop- olies, but we think it had better be monotonies! 15 Tests. 16 Tests. 17 The first basket ball game. The players bury themselves in glory. 20 The last week of school this year. 21 Near, 22 Nearer, 23 Nearest. 1916 Jan. 3 The teachers are very well pleased with the way we have our lessons prepared. 4 S-M-A-S-H! Our ninety Sev- enth resolution. 5 What do people make them for anyway? 6 Some of these Freshmen grum- ble because they have to work so hard! Let them wait, their time’s coming. 7 At the word “spread every one wishes he played basket ball. 10 Another week of work stretches (54) out before us, but what is life without labor? 11 Rain, rain, go away, Come again some other day, Our little Freshmen want to play. 13 Rumors of a spelling contest. 17 Shocking! A Freshman is seen in the hall with a spelling pa- per. 18 One hears such remarks float- ing around in the halls. “I have to get 130 to get out of German.” “If he makes me take that old stuff, I’ll—” 19 The worry of our lives—grades! 20 Are the Hikers dead? Yes, and buried. 21 We had chapel this afternoon, after which the floors in the various rooms were dampened so much that Jimmy swept with out raising a bit of dust. 28 Who said we had to come back so soon? 31 It’s funny, but some people are taking the very same thing they did last semester. Feb. 1 Oh, if this were only June 1. 2 The Virgil class is bewitched! It enrolled a new member in the form of Charles Shonk, who stayed just two days. 3 Who ever said Mr. Drinkle was bashful made one glorious beef- steak. He was seen escorting Miss Maxwell to school. 4 The new teacher is finding out that all her pupils are not an- gels. 7 Miss Perfect pulls off a new stunt! English class recites in the furnace room. 8 And it gets colder and colder. 9 Everyone skates to school but the Freshmen—they slide. 10 This conversation over-heard in the hall. One Senior to anoth- er) Have you had your mug shot?” Goodness, is the war that close? 11 Stan gets it in the neck. 14 A day of “sweet” messages. 15 Mr. Flood: “I’ve had this watch about eight years. The first two years it kept excellent time. Then it was magnetized. Poor watch! 16 And then he wears a bow tic! They don’t look so terribly, aw- fully, bad on Mr Hixon, but on a Science teacher—never! 17 The first of a series of nerve- wrecking trials. 18 And they expect us to recite as well as ever. 21 We have a really, truly, chapel program—the first for months! 2S One isn’t supposed to study on Washington’s birthday. 24 Never say tacks to Stan. 25 Ashville war. bashful—63-0! Was Westerville? 28 Preposterous! Miss Perfect threatens to give some of the pupils no grade at all!! 29 If Johnnie is four years old to- day, how old will be be when his next birthday comes? Mar. 1 The snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. 2 Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl. And the poorest twig on the elm tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl. 3 0 slush! 4 All notices on the blackboards end with “Be there or get out.” The new teacher started it. 7 Dear old civics! How many dol- lars worth of electricity we have burned for thy sake and (55) 8 now thou art gone forever!! If it isn’t one thing its another. 5 the subject of map books. The war in the Old World and e A. lovely, very beautiful pencil everything sails smoothly here was mutilated beyond recogni- tion this morning by a nervous 6 at home ?) One of our teachers refused a 10 young Senior taking the Physics test. Poor little boy! His moth- er ought to have known better than to send him to school with out any breakfast. A current of excitement runs nice big offer last fall to come and teach at some other place. Of course he was glad he stayed when he found what a sweet bunch of Seniors there was, but when the second semester start- 13 thru the school. The Latin de- partment is working over time. Sure! A play on hand! Fifty is a good grade in Physics. 7 ed and he found there was a new teacher we bet he was gladder ’n ever”! The boys prepared ns for a hard 14 If you get above 30 its honora- ry and below—0 it’s failure. This no grade business seems 10 battle. Now really, did they mean it? The inter-class games do stir up to have taken the teachers by storm. 11 some spirit, and that’s a fact. And so they had chapel, but 15 For every hour of darkness some of the girls didn’t stay! there is one of light, for every 12 No Freshmen allowed on the full tide, a corresponding ebb, and for every question there is 13 streets after 9:3C. If you wish any information 16 somewhere an answer. What's the matter with old L. about the telephone system of Lancaster, just ask some one H. S.? She’s alright! Team, rah! Team, rah! Rah, Rah. TEAM! 14 who has taken Physics. He will know all about it. The Freshmen think they’re “if 17 A day specially made to order 17 Everybody’s talking: Shake- 20 for Freshmen. Everyone wears their chosen color. Did you ever know Miss Perfect 18 speare, but the court says it should be Lord Bacon! The thinnest classes! Every- to get so enthusiastic over any- thing before? But just say 19 body rehearsing. Are you tagged? “I am a boos 21 “Shakespeare!” Seniors are entertained with a 20 ter.” Mr. Drinkle is quite a gardner. lecturette, in the office. Sub- 21 Once upon a lime he started a 22 ject, “Modern Plays.” The sun hid his cheerful face be- garden (guess it was) in Room 11, and everything died but the 23 hind a big black cloud at 11:30 A. M., and we were compelled to use some light on the subject. It’s a penitentiary offense to beans and they grew. (Wonder- ful). And one day it rained, and they sighed and said. “Our kingdom for some water!” smile in an English class. 24 “Faith, an Oi’m Irish.” but Mr. 24 Vacation next week? Yes, for Kisaberth didn’t seem to know April 3 some people. The universal cry, “Oh, how I 25 it. A day of nice little notes. hated to get up this morning!” 26 A day of long faces and much 4 Mr. Hickson discusses at length wasting of time trying to make (56) the teacher see your side of the question. 27 The Triangular Debate is in everyone’s thots. 2S And everybody’s wondering if the new teacher is going to Del • aware. May 1 Yes, she went. 2 Mr. Hickson either stayed up too late last night or didn't have ny breakfast. 3 Almost a holiday. Brutus walk.; around with such an innocent air, just as if he didn’t know that at 3:30 this afternoon he was going to stab Caesar; 4 This was the first time we knew that H. Rowles had a haughty spirit! 5 Everyone stars in recitation, in fact the lessons were so well prepared that we'll have the same ones Monday. 8 Sensational court news! Thomp- son and Son bring suit for dam- ages against the Junior class! Defendants’ treasury is drained. 9 Wonder of wonders! The HIKERS have a meeting!!!! 10 “Are you tired?” “I didn’t have have half enough to eat!” 11 Who fell in the creek? 12 Things are pretty dull since Shakespeare's gone. 15 Why can’t everybody have a sweater ? 16 And so the Hikers have another meeting. Something surely woke them up proper. 17 Miss Soule “I don’t think there is any excuse for so much dis- turbance.” If she knew seme of those history grades she wouldn’t say that! 18 ’‘When I went to school in Mex ico—.” 10 Seniors try to make a good im- pression today. 22 And our minds wander to that day when we’ll have a picnic! 23 Notice the date correctly ap- plied to lessons. 24 Oh, horrors! 25 Up-to-date schools don’t have exams, anymore! 26 Wish we were up-to-date! MISCELLANEOUS. Under the direction of Mr. Martin, member of the Board of Education. Hon. W. H. Palmer, Leader of Boys' and Girls’ Club Work, in Ohio, delivered an address at the High school auditorium Thursday evening, April 27. on “Agriculture Ex- tension in the Schools and the Beautifica- tion of Homes.” The audience, composeed cf teachers and pupils of the High school and grades enjoyed his talk very much. AGRICULTURE. Last year's experiment along the lines of summer gardens was a wonderful suc- cess. so much so that Mr. Drinkle was easily persuaded to take up the work again this summer. Almost forty pupils cf the High school have handed their names to him. Twenty-five of these re- side m the country and will cultivate their own land. The lots owned by the Board cf Education have been set apart for the otheis, as was done last year. ART. A new department was added to schooi in September; one which wras sorely need cd and which lias been of much benefit— the Art department. The course has been under the supervision of Miss Emma Gaver who also has had charge of the work in the grades. She is a teacher whom every- one loves. Ey her happy way and bright smile she has won a place in the hearts of everybody with whom she has come in contact. The twenty-two High school pupils who took up this course of work at the begin- ning of the year, were divided into two (57) classes; one the first period on Monday, the other the tenth period on Thursday. Both have put forth wonderful effort. It is needless to say that the results have repaid that effort many times. The exihibit will be held June 6 and 7 along with that of the Manual Training Department. GYMNASIUM. At the beginning of the second semes- ter a course in Gymnasium was started un- der the direction of Miss Reasoner. That it has Deen a mental, moral and physical benefit, any of the girls who have taker, it will confirm. In connection with the gymnasium work several hikers have been taken to different places near here. MANUAL TRAINING. For three years the High school lias had the advantage of a manual training department. But we have not been selfish The Seventh and Eighth grades have been allowed to profit by it also. For two years Prof. Kline had charge of this part of the school’s work, but at the end of last year he resigned and Prof. Kisaberth was se- cured to take his place. The manual training exhibit will be held June 6th and 7th. CHORUS. This branch of the school has been a source of pleasure and profit to all those musically inclined, for many years. Under the direction of Miss Boelzner, the chorus has this year reached a degree of efficiency seldom found in schools of this size or even larger. ORCHESTRA. One of the most helpful organizations of the L. H. S. is the orchestra. In fact it would be almost impossible to do without it. At every play, at every rhetorical, at every entertainment of any kind, it al- ways has rendered its sen-ices willingly. On the evening of May 12th. the or- chestra gave a concert in the auditorium, rendering the following progr m; 1 “Boston Commandery March” 2 “The Wooden Shoe Dance.” 3 Violin Solo: (1) “Souvenir de Wieni- anski (2) “Shone Rosmarin..........Kreisler Oramay Ballinger. 4 “Anita” 5 “Maids of Cadiz.” 6 Vocol Solo: (1) “Jean”.. ..Burleigh (2) “A Spray of Roses”. . .Sanderson Elizabeth Schleicher. 7 “La Peronette.” 8 Clarinet Duet, . . . .“The Swiss Boy.” Rhoderick Shaw Trafford Wheaton. 9 “Raymond Overture.” 10 “Majestic March.” 11 “Mollie, Dear, It’s You I’m After.” BAND. Another musical organization of the school is the band. Not many schools can boast of a band, let alone one as good as ours. It has been one of our best “boos- ters’ for altheltics and has given its ser- sives willingly on many occasions. DEFINING PARENTS Little Alfred was asked to write a composition on parents, and wrote this: “Parents are things which boys have to look after them. Most girls have par- ents. Parents consist of pas and mas. Pas talk a great deal about what they are going to do, but its mostly the mas that make you mind.” HE KNEW FROM EXPERIENCE. Teacher—“Tommy, can you tell us what is meant by nutritious food?” Tommv—“Yes’m, it’s a food what ain’t got no taste to it.” (58) Dal Tobin (translating in German) To the left flew the Neckar (a river). ilflkea The joke editors may work until Their brains and hands are sore, But some poor imp is sure to say: “Gee, I’ve heard that before.”—Ex. Virgil was a brilliant mar., Of that there is no doubt, I think he thunk some brilliant thoughts, But I can’t make them out.”—Ex. A MODERN DRAMA. Time—In the gloaming. Place—North Broad street. FIRST ACT. Miss Reasoner: “Really, Mr. Hickson, I couldn’t live on a farm.” SECOND ACT (Not completed.) THOSE BRIGHT SOPHOMORES. Miss Aten—“Hattie, read the lesson.” Hattie P.—“I’ve got a cold.” Miss A.—“Mildred, you read.” Mildred Reef—“I forgot my glasses.” Miss A.—“Gail.” Gail Kerns (after reading a short time, sits down suddenly)—“My mouth hurts.” HOW IT APPEARED TO JOHNNY. “Describe water, Johnny,” said the teacher. Water,” explained Johnny, “is a white fluid that turns black when you put your hands in it.” HE JUST HADN'T HEARD. Teacher—“Tommy, where is the Dead Sea?” Tommy—“Don’t itnow, ma’am.” Teacher—“Don’t know where the Dead Sea is? Tommy—“No, ma’am; I didn’t even know any of ’em was sick, ma’am.” IT IS IN MANY CASES. Teacher (in Physiology)—“William, what is the use of the external ear! Well—“I think, teacher, it is mostly used to catch dirt.” Extracts form 1916 “Nut Dictionary (copyrighted.) Appendicitis—A modem pain costing $200 more than the old-fashioned stom- ache. Bonnet—A female head trouble which is contracted the latter part of Lent and breaks out on Easter. Cauliflower—A cabbage with a college education. Dance—A brisk physical exercise in- vented by St. Vitus. Fly—A familiar summer boarder who mingles with the cream of society and gets stuck on the butter. Hay Fever—A heart trouble caused by falling in love with a grass widow. Hosiery—Woman’s excuse for walking in the wet. Kid—Either a boxing glove or a first born. In either case hard to handle until well-tamed. Policeman—A never present help in time of trouble. Queue—The Mongolian line connect- ing America and China. Reporter--Sassy habit of talking back. Queen—One entitled to rule a nation, make up a deck, or beat a knave. WHY SHE WOULD BE PLEASED “What would your mother say. little boy,” demanded the passer-by. virtuously, “if she could hear you swear like that?” “She’d be tickled to death, if she could hear it,” answered the bad little boy. She’s stone deaf.” OVERHEARD IN ANTILL’S Miss Reasoner (to waiter)—“I’ll take ‘a lovely thought.’ ” Mr. Hickson (blushing)—“$’11 take plain cream.” Miss Davidson (In history)—“How w as Alexander II of Russia killed ?” Bright Junior—“By a bomb.” Miss D.— How do you account for that?” Bright. J.—“It exploded.” (59) SENIOR CLASS PLAY rmnr pag On Monday evening. February 21, the Senior Class presented before a crowded house. Hicks at College.” The many humorous situations in the play were well in- terpreted and caused frequent outbursts of laughter on the part of the audience. THE CAST. Hiram Hicks, Braino Man................................................... Ralph Sieber Walker, his manager...................................................... George White Adam. Biddicut, Professor of Northern University................... Edward Bumgardner Dean Smiley, Dean of Arts College and Peter, Proprietor of “The Pal”. .. .Weaver Barne3 Tom Horton, Advertisement Writer...................................... Rhoderick Shaw Fritz Jordan, His Chum...................................... ......... Harold Lobaugh Percy Robbins, from Deali Boston”...................... ............. Paul Leitnaker Bastian Briggs, a Dig.....................................................Dallas Tobin Josh Anderson, a Basketball Enthusiast................................ Stanley Garrison Charlie Padlet, Reporter................................................Walter Pfeiffer June Grant, interested in Horton Polly Porter, interested in Jordan Chums ( Mary Mercer ' i Olive Taylor. Claire Angeline Jones, a Stage Struck Girl.......................... Katherine Swinnerton Susy Spriggs, a Freshman..................................................... Ruth Ritter Daisy Armstrong, an Athletic Girl.................................. Winnil'red Oberdorfer Fluff Finley, a Lusser Girl................................................. Helen Miller Flora Belle Dela Martrys. Waitress at “The Pal’ .......................... Mable Littleton Mrs. Cobb. Housekeeper at “The Quarters”.................................... Clara Alien Lily, Maid at “The Quarters”................................................. Edna Fisher Director ........................................................Miss Maxwell Assistant Director.................................................. Mr. Flood (61) JUNIOR CLASS PLAY Jlmtinr flay The Junior Play was given on Friday evening, March 24th It was something out of the ordinary and “took1' at once. The crowd which filled the aduitorium was held from beginning to end. CAST OF CHARACTERS James Stone ....................................................... Beatrice, his wife................................................. Eva, his daughter ................................................. Tom Blanc, his nephew ............................................. Daniell Webster White, a colored gem’man of many accomplishments Gustave Puders, a composer...................... .................. Julius Button, who flees from his creditors........................ Lillian Tussell, comic opera singer................................ John Davis from Kokomo............................................. Catherine, his wife................................................ Augusta, their daughter............................................ Samuel Hicks. Stone’s Friend....................................... Neil Browning. Eva’s suitor........................................ Mrs. Miller, a widow............................................... Hill, a shoemaker ................................................. Dora ) _ ....... , Stone’s Servants ................................. william 1 Anna. Lillian’s Maid............................................... A Policeman........................................................ George Rutherford . . Nellie Behrens . Grace McMorris . .. . Russell Lloyd .....Walter Noles . Robert Stevenson . .. Harold Phillips .. . Forest Brandt .. . John Silbaugh Mildred Hamilton ...... Relva Barr .. . Ralph Benner . Gerald Hewetson ... Miram Groves . . . Hugh Silbaugh ■x Dwight Dilger ‘ i Mildred Baker . . Elizabeth Kent . .. Judson Morris (63) LATIN CLASS ISaitn Gitas The Latin Department of L. H. S. has always been one of the foremost departments of the school. This year, under the direction of Miss Curtiss, the pupils gave two plays which were a great success, “A Roman School” and “Pyramus and Thisbe.” At the same time an exhibit was placed in the first hall. This display was entirely the work of the Latin pupils and was interesting beyond words. That it took much time to prepare it is needless to say, but the result was well worth the labor. lpk?0p ar '£ afcmtttenarij May 3, 1916 3:30 P. M. By the English Department, L. H. S. 1 Prologue— Perdita .................................................... Eleanor Pickering Plorirel ..................................................George Rutherford Violin Solo ....................................................Ora May Ballinger 2 “Julius Caesar' Act 2, Scenes 2, 3 and 4 Act 3, Scene 1. Julius Caesar ........................ Mark Anthony ......................... Brutus ............................... Publius .............................. Decins ............................... Trebonius ............................ Cassius .............................. Metellus .... ........................ Cinna ................................ Popilius ............................. Lucius ............................... Portia ............................... Calpurnia ............. .............. Vocal Solo ................ .. Roderick Shaw .....Loy Kohler .. Norton Outcalt ... Pearl Nichols .. Paul Leitnaker ..... Nael Horn .. Weaver Barnes . Austin Gibbony .. Dwight Dilgtr .... Paul Regan ... Harold Tipton .. Mildred Biown . . Mable Littleton Florence Stephens (65) LATIN CLASS 3 “Much Ado About Nothing.” Act 2. Scene 1. Benedic .................................... Don Pedro .............................. Don Jon ..................................... Claudio ..................................... Leonato ..................................... Antor.io .. ................................. Balthaser ................................... Borachio .................................... Beatrice .................................... Hero ........................................ Margaret .................................... Ursula ...................................... Piano Solo .................................... “As Yon Like It,” Act 3. Scene 2 Calando ..................................... Corin ....................................... Touchstone .................................. Jacques ..................................... Rosalind .................................... Celia ....................................... Vocal Solo..................................... . Harry McClanahan Vorys McGlaughlin .. . Lawrence Derry Donald Hunter . Gerald Hewetson ...... Carl Nourse . . . Will Kiefaber .... John O’Karra ...... Eloise Tidd ... . Fannie Lake Mildred Hamilton Marie Deffenbaugh ......Loy Kohler .....Donald Kyle .....Neal Amendt .... Dallas Tobin .... Hugh Silbaugli .... Louise Wilson . . Myrtle Horseman Elizabeth Schleicher 5 “Macbeth” Act 1, Scenes 5 and 7. Macbeth ........................... Lady Macbeth....................... Messenger ......................... 6 “Merchant of Venice” Act 4, Scene 1. Duke .............................. Shylock ........................... Antonio ........................... Bassanio .......................... Gratiano .......................... Portia ............................. Nerissa ............................ Piano Solo ........................... John Silbaugli . Olive Taylor Irvine Dungan ......Dallas Tobin .. . Hart Wilkinson ......Ralph Sieber . .. Stanley Garrison .....Russell Lloyd ...... Ruth Busby . . Fern Bolenbaugh Winifred Oberdorfer 7 “Midsummer Night Dream” Act 2, Scene ?. Titania ....................................................... Mary Hood Oberon ...........................................................Ralph Beck Lysander .................................................William Wiseman Hernia ........................................................ Alice Pearce Helena ...................................................Helene Applegate Demetrius ..................................................... James Sears Puck ........................................................ Richard Mattox Bottom ....................................................... Harold Phillips Fairies. 8 Epilogue ....................................................... Winifred Oberdorfer Although this program had not been published in the press, in fact hardly mentioned every seat in the auditorium was taken and many were compelled to stand during the entire performance. (67) MAC. McCANDLISH. Coach of Basket Ball and Track. Mac put out a fine Basket Ball team this year and a girl’s team that does not know defeat. It’s with much regret that we sec him gc. (63) JOHN F. FLOOD. The man who made Athletics a success at L H. S. To Coach Flood is due the honor of put- ting one of the best L. H. S. football teams in the field in years. It looks now as if this year's team will even eclipse last year’s team. Every one of the team is backing the Coach and it is sure with this spirit that L. H. S. will have the best team it has ever had. a FOOTBALL SQUAD � 15-16 G ARRISOR. A better guard never donned the “rags’ than Stan” when he was at his best, as he very ably demonstrated in several games this year. He was the steady, cool type of guard, never losing his head, and passing accurately He is the second valuable man we lose next year, but we wish him as mucli success in life as he has had in basket ball. LOBAUGK. At the beginning of the season. “Lob” was chosen captain of the team. He was a fast, aggressive player and always had the spirit of the other fellows with him. We are heartily sorry to lose “Lob” next year as his presence would greatly aid that team. (70) BOLENBAIMK. “Ed” did not get into the game this year but we can almost safely guarantee his po- sition on the team nexc year, by reason of his playing on the second team. WOLFE. A center second to none he has met, and far above the average; big physically, but bigger yet in his ability to play the floor, lorate the basket and make hard work for all who cpnose him. Bill has always been the target of the pent-up-energy and wrath of the teams we have met and but for his in- domitable will, would long ago have been out of the game. His loss will be very keenly felt by next year’s five. LV (7i) DILGER. “Dig ’ was the greatest surprise and the biggest find of the season. Although lie sub- bed last year he was never given his chance but easily won his place this year. He was of the smashing fighting type of guard, who plays the game for all he is worth and the man who gave him the slip on the floor could well be called a finished player. “Dig is only a Junior and he has our heartiest wishes for a successful season next vear. NOURSE. “Doc” starred on the Freshman team and when he came out for the team this year, he easily gave proof of his competency. He was a quick, wiry player and knew where to find the basket when it was needed. “Doc” has two more years with plenty of chance for further development. (72) GIRL’S FRESHMEN BASKETBALL TEAM udj? %. % (Srr Btra (Bv Rhoderick Shaw, Director.) The orchestra began the year of 1915- 16, with seven new members enlisted, cveiybody got down to business right away and our first appearance showed the following membership: Firsr Violins—Ora May Ballingei. Migron Hummel, Mary Dickson. Russel Stuckey. Second Violins—Ruth Pierce. Edward White, Charles East. Piano—Loy Kohler. Director--Rhoderick R. Shaw. Comets — Alcide Brasseur, Martin Shorting, Hart Wilkinson. Second Clarinet—Raymond Fatig, Trai- orfd Wheaton. French Horn—Ralph Sexauer. Trombone—Clement Alspach. Drums—Emmet Erick. Every member showed a spirit of help- fulness and good fellowship and co-oper- ated to help make the year successful. Friday evening, May 12th. the orches- tra gave a concert at the H. S. auditorium from which $14 was realized; our orches- tra of 1917 will have this fund from which ho buy their music. We have been very fortunate in hav- ing such an accomplished pianist Loy Kohler. His work both as accompanist .and soloist has been thoroughly enjoyed cv all, and to him the orchestra owes a •large part of its success. YV7E, the Senior Class, wish to make apologies to the ™ following—to the Alumni in who e interest this book is published, to the Alumni and S ciety Editors. Owing to the number of plates, it was impossible for us to print the list of past graduates and also the Society. (Signed) (74) SENIOR CLASS LITERARY SOCIETY ©rtanguictr Drfmt? (By Misc Aten.) The debating activity has become real and live, in. Lancaster High School This is the second year that we have partici- pated in this work—with trio of the lead- ling High schools of the state—Delaware 'High and East High cf Columbus. On April 28th, 1316, cur affirmative team met the East High team on our home iflocr. The score was two to one in our '.favor. Our negative team went to Dela- ware on the same date. There the score jvas three to nothing, in favor of Dela- ware. The debaters were all chcsen from the ILancaster High school Literary Society {under the direction of Mr. Hickson and .Miss Aten. Cn our affirmative team were Robert Gicsy, Irvine Dungan, George Rutherford, ar.d Donald Hunter, alternate. These speakers all had a straight forward style and a good understanding of the question: Resolved tlfat the defenses of the United States should be increased immediately and substantially, barring any action that congress may take in the meantime. Last High was represented by James Snider, Thomas Meek, Robert Palmer and Ted Lum, alternate. Two of these speak- er? had splendid poise and all of them un- derstood the question well. Our negative team debated the strong- est team in Ohio. Harry McClanahan, John Silbaugh, Clifford Tibbs and Dallas Tobin, alternate went to Delaware. Next year we shall continue the battle ard shall hope that we shall be victorious in both sides of the question. (76) By H(l rtWilkinjon Wnnijre l Of cAorfcr. “THE JUNIOR.” ground our spreading High school The blooming Junior stands, The Junior, a feeble man is he, With white and girlish hands. lAnd the muscles of his tender arms Arc strong as rubber bands. Week in, week out, from morn till night You can hear the Junior blow, You can hear him run his chattering tongue, As it rattles to and fro, Xike an alarm clock ringing its little bell, When the morning sun is low. And the children coming home from school Look in at the open door, They love to see the pesky freak And hear this Junior roar, And catch the feeble thoughts which fall Like chaff on a threshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church. Sits not among the boys, ,He hears the parson pray and preach He hears his best girl's voice Singing in the choir— She makes an awful noise. It sounds to him like a froggies’ voice In water up to his eyes, )He needs must think of it once more Croaking and catching flies, And with his small pale hand he wipes The salt brine from his eves. w Talking, flirting, funking, Onward through school he goes, .Each morning sees no task begun Each evening less he knows; Nothing attempted, nothing done— ’Tis thus the whole year goes. ‘•INNOCENCE. ’ Teacher (during test) “Ida, have you a pony?” Ida Marks (crumbling a small piece of paper) “N E-No sir, we have a Ford.” Mr. Flood (in chemistry)—“Who made •the first nitride?” F. Pannabaker—“Paul Revere.” James—“The other day while in the .garden I heard a mosquito cry.” John—“Oh, that’s nothing ! I saw a moth ball (bawl.) (77) Lawrence Derry's contribution for the {Hindu lecturer was a penny. Mr. Thomas—“Lawrence, this penny has a hole in it, is it good?” Lawrence—“I don’t know, 1 was afraid ‘to risk it, so I gave it to the heathens.” NUT EXAMINATION. Were you at the John’s (town) Flood? Did you ever hear Lester Horn and Marcella Drumm? Did you ever see Ralph Sex saur 7 Did you ever know Edith (to) Courtriglit ? Did you ever watch Russell and Jimmy Bloom? Were you ever in the care of Doc Nourse? Did you evevr see L. D. T. throw •rocks at people’s chickens? Did you ever see L. H. S. illumi- nated by George’s Beams? Did you ever walk down Pruden- tia Strete Miss P—“Isabelle, where did Burns journey ?” Isabelle W.—“He wondered about in Whales (Wales). Herr Flood—“Define density.” Garrison—“I know what it means, but ?I can’t express it. Mr. Flood—“That s a very good exam- ple of it.” NO JOKE. Doctor—“Sir, you should leave your business and take a rest.” Overworked Merchant—“Can’t do it, vtoo much business.” Doc—“Well, stop your ad in the Mirage then.” HOW BRIGHT. A—Why is it they say a room of mar- ried people is empty? E.—Why-er—there isn’t a single per- son in it. THE FRESHIES ARE PASSING BY Hats off! along the hall there comes, A babble of voices, a crowd of bums. A flash of green beneath the sky, Hats off! The Freshies are passing by Cute and harmless and grave they shine Over the big-headed fools of other kinds, Hats off! Their colors before us fly, But more than the “cute ones” are passing by. Hall fights and class fights, great and small. Fought in order to make and save them all Weary classes and sinking ships (grades.) Cries of defeat on flunking lips. (Let us all weep together.) THE HOOKWORM TURNED “Please hurry,” said the wife, impa- tiently, to her husband, “Have you never buttoned a dress behind before?” “No,” replied her husband also impa- tiently, “you never had a dress that but- toned before behind.” IMAGINE— Mr. Hickson proposing to Ethel H. Lov Mosher asking Lenora Abele for a date. “Pats” Pairan not trying to show her dimples. Mr. Bloom out of humor. Mr. Thomas a good sport. Olive Taylor behaving. Norton Outcalt with a straight face. Lie—A poor substitute for the truth, but the only one discovered yet. THEY ALWAYS BITE. Junior—“What’s the difference be- tween a sigh, an auto and a donkey?” Freshie—“Dunno!” Junior—“A sigh is ‘Oh, dear,’ an auto is ‘So dear’ ”—Silence. Freshie—“And the donkey?” Junior—“You, dear.”—Ex. (78) WHAT MADE ME FAMOUS. Fawn Holland—My Curies. Fdward Baumgardner—My height. Neil Amendt—My sport shirts. Hattie Pairan—My dimples. Faye Solt—My original editorials. Mary Belle Thompson—My shewing gum. Fern Bollenbaugh—My Norton. Frances Pool—My travels. Martha Belle Thomas—My fellows. Harry Nourse—My self-confidence. Kalpn Sieber—My girls. Miss Reasoner—My “little boy” (Mi. Hickson.) Miss Perfect—My little red grammar. Btfv. Flood—My Ford. Harold Myers—My pessimism. Clifford Tibbs—My dignitj. Helen Miller—My daintiness. Robert Giesy—My size. Mr. Thomas—My chapel speeches. Ruth Ritter—My imagination. Olive Taylor—My gift of gab. Ruth Busby—My country complexion. Leola Meeker—My Cheeseman. Minnie Hartman—My hair ribbons. Blanche Cullumber—My hair pins. Mr. Kisaberth—My prize fighting ten- dency. Rosebud Blocher—My hat. 'Marguerite Ballinger—My scandals. A GOOD ARGUMENT. Physics teacher—“What is dew?” Star (?) Pupil—“The earth revolves on its axis 365 times in 24 hours. This rapid motion through space causes its sides to perspire, this is called dew.” .Bill W. to Miss P.—“Can a person be punished for something he hasn’t done? Miss P.—“What nonsense is this? Why, of course not! Wilber—“Very well. I haven’t written my editoriols for today. Now. said the teacher of English, “can anyone give me a word ending with ous' meaning full of, as ‘dangerous,’ full of danger, and hazardous, full of hazard?” There was silence for a moment, then a boy in the front row put up his hand. “Well, what is your word?” said the teach- er, “please sir,” came the answer, “ ‘pious’ full of pie.” Visitor—“Dou you know who I am, my little man? Willie— Sure! Don’t you know who you. are?” Bright Freshie—“That man going there can’t hear it thunder.” Soph.—“Is he deaf?” Freshie—“No, it isn’t thundering.” “Soph—“You want to keep your eyes open around here today.” Fresh— What for?” Soph— Because you can’t see if you don’t.” Tourist—“You have an unsually large acreage of corn under cultivation. Don’t the crows annoy you a great deal.” Bob Giesy—“Oh not to any great ex- tent.” Tourist—“That’s strange, considering you have no scarecrows.” Bob—“Oh. well, you see I'm out here a good part of the time myself.” Dedicated to Minnie Ritter by Doc Nourse. Like the roses need their fragrance. Like the flowers need their dew, Like a baby needs its mother, dear, That’s how I need you. My old friend Johhny. the fireman, He tells such rippin’ lies, It makes me wonder if Johnny’ll be A fireman when he dies. —Xx. Laugh and the world laughs with you. Weep and your nose is red. Neil Thompson (translating German) —“True love does not speak, it kisses first —I don't quite understand that.” Miss Strete (sadly) “Perhaps you will when older.” Miss Curtiss— What is cis (kiss.)” John Silbaugh—“A preposition, and never declined.” Miss D.— Man is the only one of the animal kingdom that can hold his head upright.” Frank G.—“A chicken can.” Mr. Drinkle (in Agric.)—“What’s a dairy?” Harold H.—“It’s a book to keep records in.” If Ivenhoe sells for one dollar and a half, what is Kenilworth ’ Mr. Flood (in Chem.)—“Where is Ep- som Salts found commercially?” Faye Solt—“In nearly every home and in all drug stores.” E. Z. MARK (GET IT?) “Hrere’s where I make my mark, all right,” observed a Senior examining Hick- ton’s desk, while he was out of the room. Professor (discussing organic and in- organic kingdoms)—“Now if I should shut my eyes—so—and drop my head—so— and remain perfectly still you would say was a clod. But I move, I leap. Then what do you call me?” Bright Senior—’ A clodhopper, sir.” AN ESSAY ON GIRLS. (By Dick S.) Girls are the sisters of boys, and has long hare, ware dresses and powder. The first grl was called Xmas Eve, tho I never cud see why. Most every family has one girl, and some of ’em that is in hard luck has two oi three. We have a girl in our family, who is my sister. My sister has been twenty-five for three years now, and sum day we may be twins. Girls play the pianer and talk about each other. Far girls want to be thin, and thin girls want to be fat, and all of them want to marry doods. Why the Lord made girls nobody knows lest it was to go io church, an’ eat ice cream. There are three kinds of girls, blond, brunet, and them who has money. Girls is afraid of mice, and bugs, what makes it fun to put 'em down their bucks. THE TWENTY-THIRD PSALM. Mr. MeCe.ndlish is my teacher, I shall not pass; He maketh me to explain hard propo- sitions, And exposeth my ignorance before the whole class. He restoreth my sorrow, He causes me to give rules for my good sake. Yea, though I study till midnight, I shall surely flunk. For angles and parallels sorely trouble me. Ho prepareth a test for me in the pres- ence of the whole school, He giveth me a low grade! My sorrow runneth over; Surely sadness and gloom shall f:;bw me all the days of my life. And I shall remainetli in the geome- try class forever. WANT COLUMN. Wanted—Ten special policemen to pa- trol Miss Perfect's ream to keep D. Tobin and S. Garrison from skipping. Wanted—Fifty chumps to sit around in the way in the Lab. Wanted—Someone to Reason’' with Dean Hickson. Wanted—Some place to spend my Sun- days. Hart Wilkinson. Bill Wolf sat on a box car. His feet hung to tiie ground. —Longfellow. (80) First of all—RELIABILITY ' The ' Homo - of • ammwnirfi.c!me Hippodrome Theatre At This Theatre Every Monday and Tues. Easy Chair Jour- neys to all parts of the world with Burton Holmes, the world's great- est travel lecturer. 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