Lancaster High School - Mirage Yearbook (Lancaster, OH)

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MIRAGE Senior Class History of ’19. On a September morning about four years ago, we, as a class entered the doors of this grand and glorious institution of learning. We hoped to make our presence felt in a body but when we came into the hall and found our upper classmen assembled in groups we feared something must be wrong and fled in all directions. The most of us will never know how we got into the auditorium. However, the first thing I knew, I heard a voice in front of me saying something about a Scripture lesson. I ‘listened more closely and here is what I heard: “Suffer little children to come unto me and forbid them not.” Now everyone of us hoped that when we entered High School we would be ladies and gentlemen, and here it was the very first morning— children! Think of it! Children! Then they began to sing (I say they because our jaws were chattering too much to even try to talk). They sang “Swinging in the Grapevine Swing,” but I’ll tell you right now that I felt as though I had fallen out of a grapevine swing and I wasn’t alone in my agony. Nevertheless the “edge” soon wore ofT and we really began to enjoy life, especially since we only had to be there a half day. When warm weather finally came and we were informed that we could go home to “mamma” until the next fall, wc readily obeyed. Just as sure as night follows the day so will autumn follow spring. Thus with the turning of the leaves we were again called to sendee, being advanced from “privates” to “corporals” and after our summer furlough we were able to enter the battle with renewed vim. We went over the top, over “No Man’s Land,” and stood waiting at the Junior trenches. At this point we were again advanced and now became “sergeants.” We were now an organized company and Captain Stuckey with the rest of the staff have done all in their power to make our battles light and interesting. Victory is sure to come to those who play square and ours came when we as a Junior class presented our first play. One victory only makes you anticipate the next, and so it was that wc entered the fourth line trenches and were commissioned “Lieutenants.” Many who should be in our ranks have given up the battle and quite a few have drifted or been drafted into matrimony. We hope they are happy. Nevertheless when the crowning victory of our life comes and it is not far distant, we will leave these trenches forever for the trenches of life where greater battles will confront us. Will wc fail in these battles? No, we will continue to advance until Father Time has stayed our steps and our life work is done. MARY M. HOFFMAN. 35

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KATHLEEN CANNON College Preparatory Course. Say what you have to say in French, and then sit down. MIRAGE HARRIET PA I RAN College Preparatory. “Standing By.” ‘The Smile that won’t wear off.” 34 HAROLD V. TIPTON College Preparatory Course; “His Mar- tial Authority.” Humor is the harmony of my heart. WILLIAM H. SCHUMACHER, JR College Hill Academy

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M I R A G E Senior Prophecy Scene—Backyard Time—1935 Characters—Mrs. Steamboat-Cottie Hummel Mrs. Fairchild—Esther Morris Mrs. Older—I.ottie Rudisill Postman—Dana Chapman Salesman—Ralph Hansbcrger Mrs S.—Such kids, can’t keep themselves clean for two minutes. Believe me, when John Smith was alive he helped me with the wash. (Enter Mrs. Fairchild). 1 wonder who my new neighbor is? Familiar looking. Guess I’ll ask her about the (ire. She just came in from the street. Beg pardon, did you hear any particulars concerning last night's fire? Mrs. F.—Well bless me, if it isn’t Cottie Hummel! Mrs. S.—Esther! So you are my new neighbor. Where have you been all these years. It surely is great to see you again. Mrs. F.—Three years ago I met Mr. Fairchild, and about three months later we were married. Mr. Fairchild is the agent for a large concern and we have been travel- ing a good deal. I think we are settled now. But tell me something of yourself. Mrs. S.—I am now Mrs. Steamboat. My first having died three years ago. Did you know Lottie Rudisill, who is now Mrs. Hubert Older, lives just across the street? Mrs. F.—No, I haven’t seen any of my neighbors yet. But that surely is great. Mrs. S.—Hubert is a lawyer for a large railroad corporation and is receiving an enormous salary. Edith Thompson is private secretary for the same concern. Mrs. F.—Wonder where all of our classmates are. I have been gone so long, Mr. Fairchild’s work keeping him in Paris most of the time. But now 1 hope I’m settled. And really, nothing would please me more than a class reunion. Mrs. S.—Yes, that certainly would be just the thing. By the way, did you know that Olive Young never left Lancaster and vicinity. The last card I received from her she had almost completed her work at Hooker Station, and intended going to Logan. Mrs. F.—But what is Olive doing? Mrs. S.—She is one of the leading settlement workers of the state. Mrs. F.—Well, I never could have pictured Olive as a settlement worker. Didn’t Russell Stuckey and Olive have their home planned? Mrs. S.—Yes, but the lure of the movies turned his head and he is now playing leading parts opposite Aunita Moore, who is owner of the Moore Company. Mrs. F.—I have heard that the Moore Company has become more popular than the Paramount, but I didn’t know that Aunita Moore was the owner. No doubt she received her idea from our first-class play, “Much Ado About Betty.” Mrs. S.—Perhaps Hunter Pickering writes all of her plays. The latest I believe is “Why I Never Married.” Mrs. F,—Evidently Nellie Shaeffer refused him, for she is now a famous suffra- gette, and after having converted the United States she is making great headway in Europe. When I was in New York the last time, I received the greatest surprise of my life. My husband and I attended the Broad Street Episcopal church and heard a wonderful sermon on “The Evils of Life, delivered by Rev. Robert Throckmorton. Can you picture “Bob” with Rev. for a title. And I guess he has become quite a woman hater, although he is very popular among the fashionable mothers who have marriageable daughters. And perhaps it might interest you to know that after Ed. Thomas married a western girl, Lovetta became Bob’s housekeeper. Mrs. S.—By the way, have you read Eddie Wilson’s latest book on “How to Bluff in History”? (and get away with it.) If there is any truth in the saying that ex- perience is the best teacher, it must be some book. Mrs. F.—Here comes Lottie, won't she be surprised? (Enter Mrs. Older). Mrs. 0.—Cottie, may I borrow a bar of soap. I am trying to get a little washing done, since Hubert and I leave for California tomorrow. Why, Esther, do you live here now. or is this a reunion? Mrs. F.—No, but we had just said how fine one would be. Mrs. O.—Well, if it keeps up, we’ll almost have one right here in Dayton. I met Beatrice Lowery on my way over. She says that they have a weeks engagement here. You know she and William Solt are traveling with a large theatrical company and draw a large crowd wherever they go, Beatrice for her giggler and Bill for his laugh. Mrs. S.—Have either of you heard from Beatrice's old friend Helen Ritchey? Mrs. F.—'Why, yes. Helen, as a hairdresser, has introduced a new fad. That of dressing the hair to suit the character. She simply looks at a person, judges their character and then fixes their hair to represent it. 3«