Mansfield High School - Manhigan Yearbook (Mansfield, OH)

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Our High School Seasons K. L. B. With the Springtime flowers of learning The merry Freshmen grow; The varieties, here, are so many, That few they learn to know. The grove, the forest, field and mountain, Earth ' s fairest pictures show, Of brightest sunshine, birds and flowers, And many seeds yet left to sow. Then, gentle Sophomore, wake from dreaming In Summer ' s garden fair. The frosts have gone, the rains have come, And light breezes stir the air. The sweetest perfume of the roses The weeds may also share. But alas, now cruel scythe, Your wondrous task begins with care. Then softly tread thou dear old autumn, Junior season of the year; Your beaker full of richest dyes Keeps Jack Artist busy here. Touched are all but the ivy green, Twining wreathes for memories dear. And the mirthful cricket chirping, With voice so shrill and clear. Sublime from the north next comes Cold Winter—Senior—king of all. To thee, 0 sculptor, stern and faithful, Some mingled joys befall. Carve thou with true steel chisel; Shapen your models short or tall; There ' s a master judge in waiting; He’ll perfect them: Mister Hall. page thirty-two

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Where They Will Be Next Year Winifred Angle—Wooster U. Homer Au—0. W. U. Esther Barton—College Clara Balliett— Office George Biddle-Penn. State College Russell Bissman Wooster U. Anna Boyd Post Graduate David Boals- Office Robert Bushnell Western Reserve Herbert Carter College Robert Carrigan —Western Reserve Hazel Cashell Teach Clark Charles Office Ellstatia Clark—Office Byron Crider—Office Harold Creveling—College Gladys Downing—Office Helen Eichelberger—Cleveland Evelyn Ferguson—Teach Jay W. Ferree—Harvard Homer Fox—Office Chauncey Gates—-Wireless Operator Nell Geisinger—College Helen Gifford—Home Harold Grandon—Office Madge Gorman —Music School Eolis Greenlee—College Iva Griffith—Teach Ruth Hale—Office Cloyd Helter—0. W. U. Louise Haag—Teach Carl Henry—Office Hazel Hawk—Teach Laurence Hughes—Post Graduate Mary Irwin—Post Graduate Grace Kern H. School Helen King—Wooster Uni. Lawrence King—0. S. U. Paul King—Harvard Ray Kline—Bank Helen Krohn—Post Graduate Ruth L’Amoreaux—Office Richard Laver—Farm Ma rtha Leech—Teach Helen Lemon—Teach George Leonard—Home Naomi Long—Teach Francis Loomis ’Teach Edward Longsdorf— Office Carrie Ludwig- Teach Rhea Martin—Home Cloyd McCready—College Marguerite McClellan—Office Kathleen McClane—H. School Mabel Miles—Teach Ruth Miller—College Viola Miller—Teach Douglas Miller - Office Marguerite Mulvihill—Music Sadie Netting—Teach Harriet Nail —College Edwin Oberlin—Home Earl O’Brien—Western Reserve Ciinnie Painter—Not decided Dick Porch Not dedided Ward Prinkey—Penn. State College Fanny Ray—Teach Anna Remy—College Marian Rowland—College Zelda Schatzer—Office Dio Shaw—Home Albert Schad—H. School Paul Shafer—Not decided Abbie Showers—Office Carl Stander—Western Reserve Clarence Schill—Office Edna Sonner—Office Martha Sheriff— Teach Claribel Stoodt—College Howard Sword—Office Mary Stull—Office Ethel Seaman—0. W. U. Jay Thuma—College Lucile Upson- College Russel Upson—Princeton Myrtle Van Antwerp—Teach Mary Waring—College Ruth Webber—Office Pearl Wierman—Office LeRoy Willis—Office Clarence Wolfe—Office page thirty-one

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An Aspiration Pleasantly Blasted G. M. W. ’13 ITHIN twenty-four hours after Gwendolyn’s arrival that late January afternoon, her hopes and ambitions were known throughout the length T T and breadth of the school. Miss Dale, that most capable young lady, the professional dryer of all newcomers’ tears, the expert cases of home-sick¬ ness and promoter of general cheerfulness, had approached the newcomer that evening intent on allaying any possible qualms of homesickness, etc., that her charge might already have acquired. She noticed that the girl was good looking in a certain way, with thick yellow hair dressed in picturesque fashion, and large gray eyes which had a tendency to roll from side to side in an ill-at-ease, self-conscious manner. ‘Tm afraid you’ll feel a trifle lonely at first,” she began with one of her most suave smiles. “Oh, no!” was the startling response, “I’m used to being apart; I’m never lonely.” “It’s my ambition,” continued Gwendolyn, “my talent. Nobody seems to understand, so I’ve worked on alone.” The “alone” was tolled sadly and accompanied by one of those sweet die-away smiles that instantly roused her hearer’s curiosity as to just what kind of talent the girl might be referring to. Suddenly clasping her hands about her crossed knees and striking a photographic pose, Gwendolyn asked: “Do you think I look like Langtry? Lots of people have noticed the resemblance-that I am the born image of her, only more spiritual.” The clue had been found. Miss Dale beheld before her a late victim of that ever busy stage fever germ. “Well, you’re about her size and the shape of your face is something like Langtry’s,” admitted Miss Dale. “Yes, I guess it must be true,” replied Gwendolyn. “At first I was awfully disappointed, for I wanted to be one of those thin, willowy, squirmy kind—like Bernhardt, you know. But when I commenced to get fat, why, I almost stopped eating for months, trying to stay thin; but it was hopeless, for I just kept right on getting fat. But I don’t care much, for I know lots of people that think Langtry’s better than Bernhardt, anyway. Which do you like the best?” Miss Dale evaded the question by asking, “You wish to go on the stage?” “I’d die if I couldn’t!” exclaimed Gwendolyn. Here the string bell cut short further conversation and Miss Dale, having gained her room, laughed heartily over the whole affair. She thought of the words the girl’s father had spoken that morning when he came to make final arrangements for his daughter: “Gwennie’s a good girl but she’s got some silly notions. Her mother is dead, and I thought that what she needed most was a good school and some sensible women to look after her.” She agreed with him heartily now concerning the silly notions, but nevertheless she thought to herself with a little pucker growing between her brows, I only hope she is too silly to do anything foolish. Gwennie was not especially brilliant in any of her studies, but as the same could be said of many other girls who made no pretentions to dramatic page thirty-three