Meadville Area High School - Red and Black Yearbook (Meadville, PA)

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HHIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIU HUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIliIll!IIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIllIlIllIIIIIlIIIllIiHIllllliI.IIIilililliiiiiillillllillillliillllililiiiiiliil Senior Class History CHAPTER I. A little Learning is a Dangerous Thing, and we all had a little. On September 3, 1918, one hundred and twenty pupils entered Meadville High, the largest class up to that time. Everything went fine the first day, no lessons were assigned and if this has ever happened since we have forgotten it. Our rosy career started with a bloody fight,--that is, bloody for the Sophomores. It was a Free for all and we gave the enemy their money's worth. This battle was fought in the wilds of Terrace Street and was wit- nessed only by sympathizing Amaions. The casualties on both sides were very great. When the moon went down and the sun came up, two of the Sophomores had been lugged off to die in the hospital and there would have been more but just when the Sophs were about to be defeated they were re-inforced by the Chief of Police, the Mayor and his policeman. That however was only the beginning of the fight. Fire was opened the next morning on both classes from the batteries located on Chapel Heights commanded by Supt. Edward Sargent. They failed to get our range as no casualties were reported. With few exceptions, nobody has ever chal- lenged our forces since. With' the cessation of hostilities we gave our attention largely to world warfare, and took part in numerous parades. These were real triumphs for they meant dismissal from afternoon classes, much to the sorrow of the morning session. It will probably never be estimated just how many people we influenced to buy Liberty Bonds or what an increase we caused in the Red Cross Drives. Socially, we were bombs from the start. Our debut was made at the dances after the basket ball games where there was great rivalry as to the size of hair-ribbons and the length of trousers. And, oh, how we danced! It was there that Gerald Crowe stepped out with Dot Hughes, and Pat hasn't stepped out since. At the annual high school circus many of us appeared as workers, and needless to say, all of us supported it by our patronage. CHAPTER II Know Thyself for nobody else will. With all our greenness gone we celebrated the end of the Sopohomore year by holding a picnic at Spades Grove. At first we considered transpor- tation by means of the Northwestern Pennsylvania Railway, but later gave up our plebeian method in favor of the automobiles offered by three mem- bers of our class. Once there, we had an even better time than we had ex- pected to have and the race between Miss H. Carroll and Charles Haas was the chief feature. Acres of sandwiches and lakes of ice cream made the supper a great success, and later in the evening, the one remaining auto- mobile started to town carrying some shrubbery that Miss Ferer had con- fiscated, and very little else. But there was one hold-up in the start. Bertha Beers and Clarence First couldn't make up their minds to leave and we had to wait around for them. This romance was nearly broken up when Miss I. Carroll accepted a bunch of white violets from the man in the case. When the pilgrims who had started to walk home reached the Country Club their enthusiasm gave out, and everyone started to borrow money from the Chaps . Charles Haas still owes Miss H. Carroll two cents. 24 A

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HmUlIllllWHIIWIlIIIlIIl llllllllllllllllllllllllIHIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIlIHIllllIIllIIIlIIIIIIIlIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIlllllllllllllIlIIIIIlWWIllllUMlmWllU A dog-roast at Mabel Cotton's was our next social event, and like all the others that our illustrious class has ever managed, was a howling suc- cess. Under the management of Haas Sz Hammett a Junior-Senior dance was held in Kepner Hall on November 21. The whole High School was invited, and our finger in the pie assured the fine affair it turned out to be. School closed on account of Scarlet Fever for a month, and this 'un- expected vacation released from mid-term exams. It is an ill wind that blows nobody good. . Our part in a parade in behalf of a Bond Issue for a new High School brought a large vote in its favor. The coming generations should give us many thanks for the new building in which they will receive their training. Once more we lent our support to a High School Circus. In fact, we were the whole show. We engineered the Dance, presented the Style Show, managed the decorating and in general were the goats for the Sen- iors' laziness. The proceeds went to the Red and Black, and Senior Class. Another picnic at Spades Grove was our last event for the year. We chased the Freshmen, who had arrived there ahead of us, and claimed the place for our own. We forgot the chaperons until it was time to sit down at the tables, but Betty Maskrey made time in her machine and brought them out in short order. Miss Ferer rallied and ran an ice-cream race with Alden Humeston. , A CHAPTER iv ' 4 The Survival of the Fittest After four years struggle we emerged the Class of 1922 and started on the home stretch with la bang. That is, our intentions started with a bang. We were going to do every thing that Seniors have ever been known to do and a few things that no one has ever been known to do. We were going to have dances, picnic,parties and above all a Senior play. In short, the Class of '22, as Seniors, was going to make up for all that it hadn't done as Freshies, Sophs and Juniors, and break the record at that. Joe Peifily was re-elected President, Joe Pardee, Vice-President, June Sisley, Secretary, and Virginia Hatch, Treasurer, with Miss H. Carroll again as Faculty Adviser and then things started. First a dance was proposed, but somebody sat on it. Next a party, but the committee forgot about it. The school board decided that there was no talent in the class, so the Senior Play, from which we even hoped to get enough proceeds to pay the class debts, took its place on that long list of good intentions. N At mid-year Joe Peiflly graduated and Charles Haas was elected presi- dent for the remainder of the year. Lots of snow suggested a sleighride. A committee was duly appointed, but by the time the plans were completed the snow had gone. A minor detail like that coudn't be allowed to spoil the party so we went to Rupert's cottage on Wheels. Miss Peters and Mr. Kerr chaperoned and Jo Pardee and Kate Freund carried the lantern. Snive seemed to be mighty hungry and ate a good deal but luckily we had plenty. Marion Stratton was almost frozen and the next day Miss Peters had to go home and was absent the rest of the week. No more sleigh ride parties. This book goes to press with the good intentions of 1922 still running high,-good intentions which we hope will carry us through the High School Circus, a banquet, and numerous picnics and parties, but as yet these are only prophesies and not history. But in the history of many generations to come, we claim this little bit of history for ours: we were the last class to graduate from the old High School Building. 26