Mansfield High School - Manhigan Yearbook (Mansfield, OH)

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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—

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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 “Along Lyfe’s Stream the High School shippe I steere, Watching ye shyfting crewes fromme yeareto yeare. Each falle a horde of Freshmenne see l heare. Some fewe of these, as Sophomores, wiser waxe Through ye serried rankes of Juniors, shiftlesse and laxe, Until ye Senior comes, ye worthyest climaxed ' “But never hath ye standard beene so lowe; Ne ' er seen I classes that did vexe me soe, But nowe, theye must in turne appeyre In paine, in tremblinge and in feyre. Here shall St. Peter judge them and desyde upon ye fayte. Who swelles ye Devylle’s harveste; who enters Heaven ' s gayte? Heare commenceth ye Myrakle Play proper. (SCENE—Ye scene vividly portrayeth ye entrance to ye Celestial Kingdome on ye one syde and ye Inferno at ye other syde. Ye reverend and venerated St. Peter, apparyled in ye spotlesse white robe above which appeareth ye large ex¬ panse of ye snow-white wingges; with ye great keye at ye gyrdle and with ye Heavynlie ledger under ye arme, appeareth at ye Heavynlie Portals in ye per¬ formance of ye duties as portere. Frome behind him issueth fourth ye sublyme musik of ye C. S. O., chantyng “Ye Whollie Citie. On ye opposite syde his crimson-garbed Sattannic Majesty presideth over ye yawnyng entrance of Hades, whence ariseth gaseous vapeurs havyng an odor like unto sulphur.) Ye scene doth opyn in a pleasant confabulashun betweene St. Peter and ye Devylle. Next entereth ye verdant Freshman in feyre and tremblyng and whom St. Peter apostrofizeth as followes; “Behold ye, one and alle, this thing fashioned in ye form of man,” in which he laith emphassisse upon ye extreme youth and verdancie of ye Freshmen, who then proceedeth to enumerate what doings he hath participated in; and which he foolishly but confidentlie thinks may suffice to gain for him admission to ye afore¬ said and abovementioned Celestial Portals. Finally St Peter doth waxe soe angrie that his righteous wrath overcometh him, as portraid in the followyng lynes: “Full many a yeare for thee Tve soughte, Only to fynde that, by ye stars; Thou hast a lengthie traine of thought; Mayde up, alas, of emptie cars. Then rendereth St. Peter ye decision thuslie: “To ye Land of Shaydes get thee hence, To await ye tyme when Pluto relynts And freeth thee from Cerberus ' fang. Where doth tyme so heavie hang. C. S. O.—Cherubic Smyphonie Orchestra. -29-