Mansfield High School - Manhigan Yearbook (Mansfield, OH)

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THE ANNUAL At this poynte in ye playe, ye Devylle seizeth ye now repentant youth and flingeth him (“it”—to be exact) into ye seething depths of Hades, from whence cometh ye fearsome noises as of hissinge steme. Soone ye Freshman slowlie draxyeth ye bodie up out of ye Infernal Abysse, followed by ye execrations of ye dissapointed Devylle and chantyng ye truthfulle and self-explanatory verse: “Oh woe is me if I shoulde telle Of the wonderful things in-there. You sente me down there, a few things for to learn: They sente me back, saying ' You’re too greene to burn. 1 ” Then appeareth ye slothful, sacrilegious, sanctimonious Sophomore upon ye scene and he fareth like upto ye emerald Freshman, exceptyng that he returneth notte, although there ariseth much sounde as of seething and of hissyng as before. Neither can ye refractory Junior appease ye risyng wrath of ye aforesaid St. Peter who is aroused to extreme indignation whene ye Junior is forced to make ye damnying admissione thate as yete no preparations have beene made to banquette ye nobell Senior. At thys juncture St. Peter handeth ye Junior ye lemon muche after this fashion: “Go the primrose waye to the everlastyng bonfyre.” Lastlie appeareth ye nobell Senior, whose cornyng maketh ye hearte of St. Peter to rejoice and who is welcomed by this encomium: “Hail thee, thoue nobell youth, We’ve waited thy comyng, in sooth: I wille be pleased to lend thee mye eyre For news of thy triumphs to heyre.” At ye earnest solicitashun of ye Sainte, ye Senior recounteth ye manie oc- complishmentes, ye athletic doyngs, ye powere in stuntes, etc: “I have entered into every gay me In a fair and honest trie for fayme. Highe hopes thate burne like stars sublyme 1 cherished, in hope of this joifulle tyme.” Whereupon ye venerable Sainte interrupteth hyme in this wyse: “Pause not thou inne indecissione! Consummate thy youthfulle visionne! Welcome to thy joies Elysianne! “Oh, nobell youth thou canst indeede aspyre To this geelorious Heavyn of desyre Where enter onlie those whom we admyrc.” Thene he ushereth ye Senior into ye Halles of Paradise amidst greate rejoic- yng amongst ye attendant angels at ye valuable accessione to theire numbere and paeans of prayse for ye classe of ’08. L. A. B.— ' oS, — 3 °

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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-

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THE ANNUAL SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY. (N. B.—Timc. 1920) It was Saturday night. As an agent of the firm of Dr. Johnson Son, I had experienced a particularly strenuous week, canvassing in the vicinity of Pittsburg, and, thoroughly tired out, I faced the entertaining prospect of an evening in a hotel and a still more entertaining Sunday. As I neared my hotel 1 heard the sound of a tambourine and the strains of Come, Thou Wanderer, and then I noticed a little circle of Salvationists, hold¬ ing a meeting on the opposite corner. On approaching the group, 1 gazed idly around the circle, and then my attention became suddenly riveted upon the face of the singer. Those features under the poke bonnet were unmistakably those of my old classmate, Virginia Stark. My first impulse was to speak, but, considering the place and the onlookers, I kept silent and thoughtfully entered my hotel. In the evening, not wishing to stay alone, I went to the Y. M. C. A. where 1 was told the third number on the lecture course was to be given. It turned out to be the famous Judson Concert Co. headed by our old friend Vance. His solos on the flute were greatly appreciated. With him as pianist, was Carrie Herring, and Martin Jell iff was basso-cantante. Sunday morning, I attended the Emery M. E. Church. The choir was led by Marie Pickering. I was becoming inured to the unexpected, and so did not evince my surprise, but when the minister rose and gave out the reading, 1 could not—1 simply could not prevent an exclamation. It was the Reverend Frederick Langdon! My neighbor looked furtively at me with a gentle reproof in her eyes. 1 immediately subsided, and listened to a well-delivered sermon. At dinner in the hotel, I noticed two M. H. S. ’oSs—Floy Campbell and Irene Massa, conversing over their menu cards at a table on the farther side of the room. I left early Monday morning for Washington, business there urgently requir¬ ing my attention. This off my hands, I went to the House of Representatives with a friend, where we heard an admirable speech on the Monopoly of Aerial Lines , delivered by Congressman Charles Sheriff. This created quite a com¬ motion and Speaker Jenner had to tap sharply with his gavel to enforce order. On my way to the headquarters of my firm I met Marie Waring. Marie con¬ ducts a Select School for Young Ladies in Washington. Because of the rigid con¬ trol it is becoming more select all the time. Florence Shires is one of the faculty of this school, Marie told me that two of our old classmates were in the Arctic Sanitarium here, and after making out a — 3 1 —