Leipsic High School - Le Hi Yearbook (Leipsic, OH)

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SENIOR CLASS POEM M. M. Through the four long years of High School We Seniors toiled away; Struggling ever to accomplish, Something worth while every day. Though we often had our failures, And our teachers grew dismayed As we now think of our school days, We are glad and feel repaid. Though our lessons were not easy, Yet we did the best we could, Forgetting all the hardships And remembering the good. Many classes passed before us, And there’s more to come each year; But the class of 1918 Is the one we hold most dear. Ours has been a happy season, All united was our aim, Pupils, teachers, Superintendent, Thus t’will never be again. So it is through out our life time We’ll have pleasures, sorrows, too, But we hope that by these trials We’ll grow strong and brave and true. IIere‘s to the class of 1918, Before us now the future lies, May each attain respect and honor And may success be each ones prize.

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EDITH LEINSETTER— ‘ Edith ’1 And If she won’t, she won’t.” Latin-German Course, Websterian, Girl’s Chorus 1917-’18. CLAYTON FARNSWORTH—‘‘ Slim ’ “What a case am I In?” German Course, Emersonian, Basket ’18, Base Ball ’18. Entered from Pauling ’18. EILEEN WALTNER—“ Woutz” I might bo better if I would, but it’s awful lonesome being good.” Latin-German Course, Websterian Critic 1918, Class Prophet. SERGE WHITE—“Doc” “All the X«atin I can construe is amo, ‘I love’. Latin-English Course, Emersonian, ant ’17-18, Base Ball ’15-’16-’17-’18.

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CLASS HISTORY Oui goal is won and what we termed a possibility, four yea s back, is now a realization. We are graduates cf L. H. S. and we take our place in record as one of those classes who have done things worth while. It is a sad event when we say good-bye but listen to our past and perhaps you will agree with me in thinking that we shall not be forgotten. In the fall of nineteen hundred fourteen we entered the courses of this task as Freshmen. Our initiation was postponed indefinitely by the Sophomores, and although we were green as any, our minds always chose the right way and methods of procedure. Mistakes are common with the best of us and we were no exception. As Sophomores our number was smaller and the times jolier. Our embarrassment wore off and we were as important at the school functions as the eats. Our conquest of Caesar was a glorious victory under the leadership of Mr. Edwards, now of the Y. M. C. A. in France. Talk is cheap, but we test the value of a word before we use it. Class reputation was considered first, in all our actions and our intelligent looks were attested to by the fact that one of our numbers was mistaken for a teacher. (No the teachrs fault.) Our class also had its stars in athletics and literary Our high aim in school often left its mark on the ceiling in the form of paper wads. Laws must be exercised or they are useless, hence our importance in school. Many a rumpus in the office, followed by short, sharp slaps, told us that the reward of the wicked was sure. As a truth this was all for the good of the pupils. Hip! Hooray! Here we are Juniors before we ever expected it. Then is when our superiority is shown. The greatest misfortune of being Juniors is to act as an inferior to a Senior. We did our duty and passed as Juniors always do. The Maroon and Cream came back in the fall of ’17, waving over twenty-six loyal fellows. After two or three weeks of vacation on account of epidemics and Christmas vacation we started in each time with a will. We all joined in making this our last year a great success. Loyalty to the U. S. was shown by two of our seniors. First Harry Wilson and later Earl Hummon, our star basketball player, entered the service of Uncle Sam to help swat the Hun.