Mansfield High School - Manhigan Yearbook (Mansfield, OH)

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Four Year Course in Athletics at M. H. S. R. B. P. HE highest ambitions of a boy leaving the Eighth Grade is to become a i ‘Big Brawny Athlete” in High School. Of course when he is a x Freshman he is still timid and even if he had a chance to show off he would not do it because he might get scratched. Consequently he goes through his Freshman Year wishing he had more nerve. At the beginning of his Sophomore Year he screws up his courage and hands in his name for candidate for the Foot Ball Team. Mr. Marting feels a little dubious about him but the boy is so eager, that he finally decides to try him out. At the “First Foot Ball Practice” he tries to play quarterback. Another fellow runs into him, knocks him down and gives him the nose bleed. When he goes home and tells his mama, she tells him that he dare not play any more. Thus finishes his Foot Ball career as a Sophomore. After much persuasion he finally gains his mother ' s consent and again decides to try his luck. He goes into Foot Ball with a different idea this time. For the first time he merely stands around and watches the other fellows play, and consequently gets in the road, tramps on everybody ' s toes and receives petty injuries (but they seem so big to mama). He goes into the game hard and receives much glory, which is shown by his being chosen Captain of the Foot Ball Squad for the next year. Now he gets his first M. The fourth year opens with great prospects. The Captain of the Squad now goes earnestly to work. By the end of the season he is pointed out by every one, especially the girls, as the bright and shining light of M. H. S. Without even considering the subject he started right in for Basket Ball at the close of the Foot Ball season. Even mama was proud of her boy and he finished his career with flying colors and is the proud possessor of four M ' s. A Sonnet ’ii A Force once souled some humble clay, Ah me! He never asked my preferencor consent, But fashioned, with his hand to his own bent Myself, this individuality. Then planted me to grow like yonder tree Not as I would but forced to stay content With thriving as the soil and clime agree. The myriad motions ' neath the firmament. Now stands that Force apart from earth and rails Because this slavish tree doth groan and break, And to its bough frutition cannot bind, ' Tis He who sends the pelting rains and hails On weakling twigs till they their leaf forsake On branches soft with wormwood sends he wind! page twenty-nine

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Karl Henry—Klownish, Harmless. Edward Longsdorf—Even, Languid. Douglass Miller—Diffident, Musing. Clarence Shill—Capricious, Soft. Harold Creveling—Headstrong, Cynical. Ellstatia Clark—Entrancing. Cunning. Winifred Angle -Warm-hearted, Accomplished Fanny Ray —Faithful, Reticent. Clara JBalliet—Constant, Bashful. Hazel Cashell—Helpful, Conscientious. Gladys Downing- Good-humored, Determined. Ruth Hale—Reserved, Humble. Ruth L’Amoreaux Responsive, Loyal. Marguerite McClellan Musing, Modest Harriet Nail —Helpful, Natural. Ethel Seaman —Entertaining, Serene. Zelda Shatzer—Zealous, Studious. Edna Sonner—Exact, Sympathetic. Mary Stull -Mirthful, Strenuous. Pearl Wierman—Painstaking, Well-bred. Iva Griffith —Investigating, Grateful. Helen Gifford—Hopeful, Genuine. Helen Lemon—Happy, Lonesome. Anna Remy -Animated, Responsive. Abbie Showers Audacious, Sprightly. Nellie Geisinger-Nymphic, Grave. Lucile Upson—Lightsome, Urbane. Mary Waring—Merry, Winsome. Claribel Stoodt—Companionable, Sentimental. Carl Stander—Clamorous, Self-willed. Earl O’Brien—Earnest, Obliging. Dio Shaw—Deliberate, Sensible. Clinnie Painter—Cheerful, Prepossessing. Dick Porch—Dressy, Pleasant. Ina DeHart—Impulsive, Dainty. Evelyn Ferguson—Excitable, Fastidious. Eolis Greenlee-Energetic, Graceful. Madge Gorman—Musing, Good-natured. Louise Haag—Lively, Humorous. Hazel Hawk-Hearty, Hopeful. Helen Krohn—Helpful, Kind. Marguerite Mulvihill -- Musical, Magnetic. Russel Upson —Refined, Undaunted. page twenty-eight

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The Joy of Doing V. Dean The greatest joy in all this life— It matters not how hard the strife That you are in. or where you be. At home or far beyond the sea¬ ls this, my friend, You may depend: The joy of doing. Perhaps you think that work is low, Degrading; but it is not so. The boy who throws his time away And lets his thoughts have idle sway. Can ne ' er command Nor understand The joy of doing. Your hands and brains were made to give You freedom, strength, that you may live A worthy man. Therefore, if you Would get a nobler, grander view Of life today, Do not delay The joy of doing.