Lancaster High School - Mirage Yearbook (Lancaster, OH)

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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)

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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)

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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.)