Mansfield High School - Manhigan Yearbook (Mansfield, OH)

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The beauty hesitated but, rather than remain alone, she followed him. They felt their way up the stair-case while the girl, terrified by an uncanny moaning, clung to Jack’s arm. Reaching the top, Jack, holding the candle above his head, discerned no creaking skeleton or pale faced spook, but the form of a girl lying across the bed with her head buried in pillows. As they entered with the light the young girl turned a frightened face towards them,— “Is the storm over? Who are you? I’m so glad somebody’s come.” “We just came in from the storm,” said Jack. “Where are your mother and father?” “They don’t live here,” she answered. “I was the housekeeper of old Mr, Westfield, who died a week ago. Someone was supposed tocome today.” Jack grasped the situation at once, responding: “He’s here; I’m Jack Gould. Westfield was my uncle. Let’s go down and get something to eat.” The servant quickly gathered a scant fare, and once at the table, Jack found the beauty’s name to be Pauline Manor, living at Hereford, six miles distant. “How lucky I got into my own house,” he ejaculated. “It’s a dear house; how nicely furnished,” she admired. Jack watched her lips move, with covetous desires. “Yes, but ’twill be so lonesom e and empty without another inhabitant. ” They had risen and were standing before the newly stirred fire. “Pauline, I am entirely at your mercy in love for you.” He gently took her hand— “Pauline, I’ve loved you dearly from my first sight.” Slightly trembling, she gazed into the glowing coals. “How can you say such things? We’ve only known each—” Without warning he gently seized her in his arms and pressed a sweet kiss upon her lips. “Mr. Gould!” “Hush.” She surrendered herself to this young man’s caresses because of some immanent soul ecstacy; at first trembling but now calmed by perfect for¬ getfulness of all past and future. He gazed into her eyes that revealed sweet purity. His voice was now low v thrilling her with ineffable emotions. “Oh, how I love you, I love you, I love you,” he whispered slowly. Her arms crept around his neck. He shut off her echo of his last words by a long tender meeting of the lips. page twenty-six

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Modern ‘Hermann und Dorothea’ Marguerite Eichelberger 1 ‘Zounds”, said Jack Gould, “I’d been there long ago if that magneto would work right. It’s getting dark and a storm’s approaching.” By ‘there’ he meant the country estate his uncle had willed him. His Uncle Hezikiah had been rich and eccentric and had never been seen or visited by Jack. His decease was the cause of Jack’s present situation. The shades of darkness were deepening and the startling nearness of the storm induced Jack to strain the machine. His directions at Hereford had been the largest house on the right side of the road —indeed, he hadn’t seen any very large house yet. “Guess I’ll hurry a little”—his engine missed fire several times then altogether, the car rolled quietly to a stop. “Thumpin’ Jupiter, I’m in it now.” The rain began to patter around him in the dust. He could see nothing and the rain put out his matches. The lightning was uncomfortably close and he resolved to seek shelter. Several hundred feet down the road he caught a glimpse of a house in a bright flash and ran towards it, bumping heavily into the lamp of an auto, totally smashing it. “Confound it!”-a flash of lightning showed the hood up and the car empty —“Huh, bet they’re down too.” The house was directly opposite; judging from his last view, and he was soon knocking a large knocker. No answer. With the impetuosity and boldness appropriate in this necessity or get wet, he pushed the door and entered. Doubting whether to advance or remain at the door, for the house was perfectly dark, he caught a tremulous feminine voice -“Are you one of the people that live here?” “No” said Jack somewhat confused, then picking up courage—“Pardon me, but I just came in from the rain.” Lighting a match he discerned a very beautiful girl, of beauty he had always dreamed of, and for the first time in his life his heart throbbed with love, at first sight. “I didn’t mean to intrude, but my motor just broke down and I ran in out of the rain, for no one answered my knock.” The match burnt his fingers and lighted another with which he lighted a candle on the mantle. “Why, I’m in the same predicament. My chauffeur has gone back for another car but I’m afraid he won’t come thru this rain, I wonder where the owner of this house is? No one was—what was that?” A low wierd sound came to their ears from somewhere in the house. It was repeated. The girl turned pallid and weakly whispered: “The house is haunted!” “Oh no,” said Jack, “perchance someone is hurt or sick. We’ll see if we can find them.” page twenty-five

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Seniors Rechristened Esther Barton—Eloquent, Brainy. Russell Bissman —Reckless, Bluffing. Anna Boyd—Artful, Buoyant. Helen Eichelberger- Hignstrung, Extravagant. Jay Ferree—Judicious, Friendly. Chauncey Gates Careless, Good-humored. Cloyd Helter Clever, Humorous. George Biddle Grandiloquent, Brilliant. Mary Irwin Methodical, Industrious. Helen King Heedless, Keen. Naomi Long Notional, Light-hearted. Francis Loomis—Faithful, Lovable. George Leonard Genteel, Leisurely. Ruth Miller Restless, Mythological. Rhea Martin Resourceful, Mischievous. Carrie Ludwig Consistent, Laconic. Martha Leech Modest, Loyal. Richard Laver Rational. Level-headed. Viola Miller—Vivacious, Motherly. Mabel Miles- Mature, Moderate. Sadie Netting Studious, Noiseless. Miriam Rowland—Mysterious, Roguish. Jay Thuma -Jolly, Teasing. Ralph Rust—Revolutionary, Realistic. Martha Sheriff—Mirthful, Saucy. Myrtle Van Antwerp—Merciless, Versatile. Leroy Willis—Lively, Wide-awake. Homer Au —Hesitating, Apprehensive. David Boals—Dignified, Buoyant. Herbert Carter—Humane, Candid. Byron Crider—Brave, Convincing. Homer Fox —Honorable, Faultless. Harold Grandon—Hopeful, Good-tempered. Ray Kline Resourceful, Kind. Lawrence King—Likeable, Knowing. Paul King—Punctilious, Kind-hearted. Ward Prinkey—Wide-awake, Promising. Paul Shafer-Practical, Shy. Howard Sword —Hopeful, Social Clarence Wolff—Contented, Willing. Clark Charles—Capable, Congenial. Robert Carrigan Romantic, Courteous. page twenty-seven