Mansfield High School - Manhigan Yearbook (Mansfield, OH)

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THE ANNUAL SENIOR POEM. Backward, O Senior, turn back in thy flight, Come, be a Freshman, now, just for tonight; Senior, a look of shy modesty feign, Rest thy weak eyes and thy work-wearied brain, Smooth from thy forehead those dignified airs; Remember when Freshmen you’ve fallen downstairs; To me give attention, nay, not for long, List to my song, Senior, list to my song. To the tenth of September, 19 and 4, Let thy thoughts wander, dear Senior, once more, ' Twas then we first entered the Mansfiield High School, We loved our dear teachers; obeyed every rule, Came to school daily at ten after eight, If we were tardy, ah, sad was our fate; For Seniors might taunt us; and that we did hate. “You ' ll not be late, Freshie, you’ll not be late.” But bursting forth from our verdure so green, We were ranked as Soph’mores, the proudest e’er seen. We held our heads high as we walked thro’ the hall. And mocked at the Seniors, so stately and tall. We were tardy each morning, but why should we care? For Freshmen at us in wonder would stare; At the close of the year we had cause to bewail, Why did you fail, Soph ' more, why did you fail? Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue, We determined as Juniors to start life anew, Full many a trial we calmly endured, For to us now great fame was assured. So at our studies we labored long, Determined to make a foundation strong. As we heard these words, how our hearts did swell, “You did very well, Juniors, you did very well.” Now we ' ve grown weary of toil and tears, Our hopes have all vanished, as well as our fears; We take life so easy and strut thro ' the hall; We ' re Seniors, ' tis true, exalted by all. And ’tis not uncommon, quite early each morn To hear from a Senior, at first peep of dawn These words, with a sigh so long and so deep: “Please let me sleep, mother, please let me sleep.” Senior, dear Senior, those years have soon passed, Out on life ' s voyage we soon will be cast; Sometimes, with yearning and sorrow unfeigned, We’ll visit the scenes of our school life again; Look back in the future and then it shall seem These four short years have been only a dream, And a happy one, too, that will ever endure, For “Possunt quia posse viventur.” —2 7—

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THE ANNUAL 9 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1908. It was with a hurried beating of our hearts that we, as a class, first entered the ‘Train” which was to carry us on our journey for the next four years. The damp, foggy morning is well remembered, and we now know that is true that a poor beginning makes a good ending. When, at a tap of the bell, and with Prof. Hall as engineer, the train started, we were, to be sure, rather frightened, but we were confident that the motion would soon be familiar. There was a great preliminary pulling and running to and fro before the different coaches were safely attached and we were well started. The train, of course was M. H. S. and the coaches the different rooms. As our class was so very large, we filled several, and needless to say were very proud of the fact. We were even proud to be known as Freshmen, although it did bring down upon our heads many taunts, and muc h ridicule, for it showed to all who wished to know, that we had attained a position cf some importance in the world. During the first year, life passed smoothly; our class was organized with Bennet Cooke as our first president. Soon, however, came field-day and the first long stop—vacation. As Sophomores we again pursued our journey, this time in coaches which showed our more advanced station in life. Although we steadily increased in wis¬ dom, it was not until our Junior year that we were looked upon as being of some account. The reception given in honor of the Seniors marked this year in our memory and it need only to be said that we upheld the honor of the school. Last September we again resumed our places, having our special car with Miss Aberle as our conductor, now well known and respected, for we are Seniors. Although many of our members have been forced to leave school, yet we are still a large body of students, and each day we are becoming better acquainted with each other. Our class has been singularly fortunate, as we- have had no vacant chairs, caused by a visit of the Reaper. This, our year of hardest work, is also about the most pleasant of all, for we are more fully awake to the benefits which may be obtained from our school. Many are preparing for college, while others do not yet know what the future lias in store for them. All too soon we must graduate and enter upon new duties and occupations. Truly, our past work and play have been but the preparation for the part of our life which is so soon to commence. With great pleasure we will look back upon our schooldays as we remember the joys and even the harder things which came to us in M. H. S.; for our school days are some of the happiest of our lives. Hazel Umbargek —26—

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THE ANNUAL SAINTS AND SINNERS OR YE WISE AND YE OTHERWISE—L. A. B„ ’08 A Naught-EigHtrality or Modern Myrakle Playe. Given in Continuous Per¬ formance—Sept 9. 1907 to June 12, 1908. Bye a Selekted Number of Ye Aforesaid. DRAMATIS PERSONAE. Ye Ancient and Decrepit Father Tyme.Mr. Branch Ye Reverende and Venerated St. Peter.. Mr. Sheriff His Satannic Majesty, Ye Devylle.Mr. Balliet Ye Verdant and Bashful Freshman.Mr. Jarrett Ye Turgid and Boysterous Sophomore.Mr. Silcott Ye Turbulent and Refractory Junior.Mr. Oberlin Ye Noble and Hygh-mynded Senior.Mr. Judson Management of Messrs. Heiter, Hall Co. YE PLOTTE. (N. B.—Ye Myrakle Playe herewith described is ye Heavyn-directed inspira¬ tion aroused bye ye strange and incomprehensible lethargic state of minde of manye of ye M. H. S. students.) Seniors AND Children: —Lette it bee knowne unto thee that ye initiatory scene in ye Myrakle Playe, shall and does consist of ye introductory speeche by Father Tyme; ye said speech to have as subject ye disclosure of certain of ye heretofore unknown fakts concerning ye mysterie of ye plotte. Wherefore doth Father Tymme promulgate ye following selection of unekselled oratorie: “I pray thee, lords and ladies, ekshibit no disdeyn, I bow befour you humbly, some wonders to expleyn Four I am Father Tyme, renownedde far and neare, So gather close arounde mee, the better four to heare, Whyle I continue two keepe payee With ye playe that ' s taking place. —28—