Mount Vernon High School - Forum Yearbook (Mount Vernon, OH)

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THE FORUM 15 Rubs Seniors First, our dear president Cubby, Who'll make some girl a nice hubby. He has a case on Evelyn L., A fact we know well, Has our most honored President Cubby. Ruth Mitchell and Mary Blair, And Jing with the Auburn hair, Besides Jenkins and Tiz, And Louie the quiz , And Viv Dowds with never a care. Musicians we have by the score, At least there 's a dozen or more. Monroe, Mable and Mae, 'l'hat girl who they say- Is interested in a shoe-store. There 's that happy-go-luck Irene, With her cunning kid brother. Leon, Whose case it is said On a Junior is bad, For they together so often are seen. Then there 's Faye Thomas and Bess, Who know how to debate, I guess. They won it this year, And we'll miss them both here, When each dons her commencement dress. There's Loma and Gotch, who are good, And Lawrence who is quite a fine dude, Grace Faddis and Mary, And dear Louise Sperry, Whose wisdom is awfully good. We have several like Verna in school, Who are not very fat as a rule, Anita and Hazel G., B. Doelfs and H. P. Who certainly ought to keep cool. But there are some others, too, Who are fat, like Frances Chew, Jennie H. and Grace Strang She 's the girl who has sang. You know her-oh, I know you do. There are girls who as teachers will go, There is Alma and Olive Snow, Helen C. and B. V., And also Anna B. They 'll make very good ones we know. And also we have Berta Hall, And Hazel who's awfully tall. Also Miss Ethel In every thing faithful, And I guess that 's about all. Oh! no! we 're not thru yet, For there 's George H. and Raymond Spechk. Another Mary, With Hubert Cary, Who 'll make some man you can bet. Another girl-Vernice P., A small girl, a senior to be. Shakespeare 's lady, Fair Portia stately, And that 's all there is to see. This ends my song on the Seniors, Unless I tell some misdemeanors, But that 's best left out, So without a doubt I'd better stop kidding the Seniors.

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14 THE FORUM add to her cup of joy there came the baby son named Scamandrius, but called by the Trojans, Astyanax, or lord of the city , on account of his father's services. The little one was born during the latter part of the siege of Troy and was not a year old when the fateful day of the combat between Achilles and Hector dawned. Af- ter hearing, on the morning of that day, that the Greeks were driving all b-efore them, Andromache left maidens in the palace and, with a nurse carrying her babe, sh-e rushed breathlessly to the walls to witness the conflict. It was while here that Hector came to bid his loved ones farewell before going to battle, a parting which is most touchingly depicted by Homer in the Iliad. If those cruel jav- elins pierce you through, sobbed the dis- tressed Andromache, then, no comfort more shall touch me, as in the old sad. times-grief-only grief! Clasping her child to her heart the dejected woman re- turned to the palace, often looking back wistfully at the armorclad figure as it slowly disappeared. The brilliantly colored web which An- dromache wove that morning did not arouse her admiration as it grew beneath her fingers. The hours dragged slowly by, when suddenly she was startled by shrieks and cries from the walls. Trembling from head to foot, she dropped her shut- tle and, followed by her maidens, hastened in the direction of the uproar-and there beheld her husband's body b-eing dragged in the dust to and fro at the rear of Achilles' chariot. Darkness came over her eyes and she fell in a swoon. Ten days later she saw the funeral rites done over the noble I-Iector's body. Other calamities followed for the Tro- jans and Enally came the downfall of Troy. Many of the inhabitants were slaughtered, and others were taken into bondage. Among the latter unfortunates were Androniache and Astyanax who were alloted to Neoptolemus, son of Achilles and one of the soldiers who had been concealed in the wooden horse. In fear that Astyanax would wreak vengeance on them when he grew older, the Greeks resolv-ed to kill the child, and so, regard- less of the entreaties of the distracted mother, they hurled the helpless infant down from the walls of the city. An- dromache herself was taken to Greece by Neoptolemus whom she despised as the son of the foe who had slain the lamented Hector. She now had another little son, Pergamus, who was but a few year's old when his father was murdered. There had come to Greece from Troy other captives besides Andromache, and one of them was Helenus, a brother of Hector, who now sought and won her. But, just as the unfortunate woman dreamed of happiness, her hopes were dashed to the ground, for Helenus died soon after the marriage. She followed her son, Pergamus, to Asia Minor, and here the welcomed angel of death came to give rest to her weary and folorn soul. Evelyn M. Lyman.

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16 THE FORUM A Thrilling Experience Chap. I. Leaning gracefully over a window-ledge in the 24th story of the Curtis House on the morning of June 15, 1917, might be seen a young man, watching the throng of passersby. flt must have been circus day.D All of a sudden the clang of the fire-bell was heard and, with a quick mo- tion, the young man leaned farther out the window. Chap. II. Naturally, the people were excited at the fire-alarm! CMt. V. people always are tho it be only a pot of beans burning? Yes, they were excited, but this changed to horror when, looking up, they beheld the form of the young man hurling thru the air. A death like stillness passed over the throng, broken only by the sobs of the women. Chap. III. Suddenly on the stillness brok-e the noise of rumbling wheels and clattering horses' hoofs as the fire wagon turned the Class H' 'A E, the Seniors of Mt. Vernon high school, destined to be graduated from the same in the month of June and the year 1911, A. LD., do bequeath all our scholastic faculties and pragmatic aptitudes to be disbursed in the manner herein and hereafter saliently described, speciefid and ordered. And may the l xl iii: ll al a I '1 - posterity to corner. In vain did the driver attempt to check the maddened animals before they should reach that quiet form in the street. In vain did he try to turn them from their course. Rushing madly on they passed, drawing the wagon after them, directly over the young man. Chap IV. Oh! What a moment of agony! Wo- men fainted. Brave men turned pale and feared to near that pale, quiet form. At last a policeman made his way thru the hushed crowd, examined the body, and turned sadly away to put in an ambul- lance call. But suddenly the prostrate figure rises, stands erect, and calmly brushing his clothes, the young man starts to Walk away. See here, says the .amazed cop, you're injured. 0h! No, answered our hero, that was just a trivial accident. Why I was captain of Mt. V. H. S. football team in the season of 191O. It was Jing Will right hand of our executor, Clarence H. Winans, rest heavily upon any undergrad- uate who maliciously violates any rule herein promulgated, or questions the au- thenticity, validity and legality of this document or even doubts secretly the sanity of the individuals who herein make known their last will and testament be- fore they depart from the Elysian fields and fountains of knowledge. The man-