Nelsonville High School - Saga Yearbook (Nelsonville, OH)

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IDanteb . . . CTnotfyer €let ator For Up-to-Date Shoe Repairing —Call on— Burnell 4 We do it while you wait 2 Doors West of Myers House Frank Yenpok First Class Handwork Laundry 46 Hocking St. ...Linscott Hamm... Distributors of Good Things to Eat The Home of Quality Columbus and Hocking Sts. Maple Hill Store Groceries Dry Goods 35 Columbus St. Compliments o f a Friend Pritchard Rauch TIRE INSURANCE Wilson Rosser Block. The Collegian Clothes store is attracting con- siderable attention nowadays, owing to their beautiful exhibit of : s : : Adler’s Collegian Clothes. Visit .... The Colonial Hot Chocolate Ice Cream Soda . . . The Year Round . . . Whitman’s Candy -Bernal poston

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When,You Open Your Pocketbook. W. EDGAR GROCERIES MEATS Best cut of Steak 14c lb. Poplar Street The Home Restaurant Open Day and Night Our goods are like our location “ ON THE SQUARE ” go to : : : : Bunt Sommers For your Groceries and save 5 per cent. Save your coupons and you get •$10 worth, we will give you 50c in Groceries. Price Bros. -------DEALERS IN------ DRY GOODS, GROCERIES And PROVISIONS East End. If If Ohlinger, Wolf Co. ---DEALERS IN- GENERAL MERCHANDISE Formerly The East End Store. Popular Street PRESTON’S ff DRY GOODS STORE --Watch for- The New Spring Merchandise... Keeton Co. Groceries, Meats and ali kinds of Feed ----AT----- LOWEST PRICES 748 Poplar Street Bell Phone Nelsonville Laundry Co. Put Your Duds In Our Suds 398 Chestnut St.

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IN INTRODUCTION. It may be mettle, it may be wit To edit a paper for nothing; But if you re content to sit and listen We can do the bluffing. All we ask is you attention— We care not for your wit or rhyme. Smartly have we writ this paper Since you’ve given us the time. We beg you laugh at our endeavors To our faults be very kind— If with patience you will read, Many truths herein you’ll find. There’ll be other editors for papers, Others, too, to write the jokes; We have labored with much patience To make fun for other folks. Lives of great men all remind us We can all be shining tapers; And, departing leave behind us Other wise ones to write your papers. C. A. D. 14 .MR. BINGLETON. That day in the vast woods the stillness was almost oppressive. Mr. Bingleton sat on the bank of a beautiful babbl.ng brook, fish rod in hand, and all those articles which accompany an up-to- date fisherman scattered along the bank; also the remains of a lunch. For Mr. Bingleton had been fishing all day. At least he had sat there nearly all day with a line dabbling in the brook and a nice fat crab on the hook for a bait. The crab had become tired of the water and crawled out on a flat stone to sun itself. But Mr. Bingleton was not aware of that, nor did he seem aware of the droves of mosquitoes which hummed about his head net, nor was he angry because the fish in the fish- less brook didn’t bite. He was just spending a long- wanted vacation He was from New York and had an excellent position there as floor walker in a department store on Broadway. Mr. Bingleton was a self made man. He had worked as a cash boy, salesman, etc.. till finally he had reached this coveted position. He had always lived in the city, ever since he was a small boy. He had no desire for the country, he always preferred the smokey city air to those fa- bled balmy breezes of the country. But to be in style he must take a vacation in order to spend the savings accumulated during the other fifty weeks of the year. He abhorred the seashore with its dress parades and he disliked the country. But choosing the lesser evil he had gone to one of those beaut’ful isolated summer resorts in the Ad’rondacks; one guaranteed to be one-fourth mile from any civil- ization. But this is not the only reason wre find Mr. Bingleton here, indeed it is the least. For was not a certain Miss Brown spending the summer at a club not far away; and had this Miss Brown not often come into his store; and had she not smiled at him once when she was at his hotel; then, too, was not this young woman’s father a millionaire? Yes, and in fact, this same lady w’as fishing in this same brook on this same day. So much Mr. Bingle- ton knew, for he had been talking with Miss Brown's guide the night before And this is why we find him sitting here all day long fish rod in hand, and patiently waiting for fish. Suddenly he heard a rustling among the trees; he started, for although he was of course, not afraid of the wild animals in the forest he would be em- barrassed to meet this young lady who must (pass by him He looked around but saw nothing except the huge trees behind which a man couldn t hide. So he settled back in his old position and resumed his pipe dream of the rich father-in-law-to-be, and the brown stone front farther up on Fifth Avenue. He had bought out the store where he was formerly employed and was returning to his elaborate home on the avenue. He had just gone up the steps and rang the bell, when he discovered he was not alone in the woods, for close by his side stood a shiny black bear. Mr. B ngleton had just one more thought for the time being. It was run! And with the veil of a wild man he started down the stream scattering the ele- gant fishing tackle along his route. On he went and on ’till thinge became blurred and dim about him, but then he could not stop. He knew the bear must be close behind him. Life never before seerneu so precious. If he must die he preferred to die in the city where there wras some chance of a decent bu- rial and not get killed here in the woods by a w ild beast, and then have his body devoured by it and his ©areas picked clean by the birds. These were were his thoughts and so on he rushed until things about him became darker and blacker and finally he sank down exhausted. It w'as probably an hour before he became con- scious of some one working over him and of his head being bathed with cool water He jumped up and started to run again, but a hand detained him th s time. Then he saw the one he had been look- ing for all day standing there before him. He be- gan to smoothe out the wrinkles and tatters of his clothes, for Mr. Bingleton was very careful of his personal appearance and now’ it galled him to be in such a condition in the presence of this one of all young ladies! But he stopped. She was speaking to ♦him “I hope you are not injured Mr.’ O, how he hated the man who invented Mr. ‘‘B’ngle- ton, he added, as he hastened to assure her of his physical fitness. 40, yes; I had forgotten. We found—we found; who were we?” He looked around and saw’ a sturdy young fellow w’ho had held him when he started to run. He was indig- nant. What right had th’s young man with his choice of ladies. He was about to tell him so when she continued: We found your th:ngs a couple of miles up the stream, and we thought some one must be in distress, so we followed your trail by the bro- ken bushes and tatters of cloth ng.” Then Mr. Bin- gleton remembered and started to relate his adven- tures and narrow escape, w'hen there and right be- side her wfas the same bear he saw before “He is a pet over at the club ’ she said, noticing his aston- ishment. ‘‘He got loose this morning. We found him with your lunch basket further up and he fol- lowed us here.” How Mr. Bingleton wished he was back in old New York pacing up and down the aisles of his store! Noth ng could ever induce him to spend another vacation in the wilderness. But she wras speaking again: ‘‘Will you go to the hotel with