Nelsonville High School - Saga Yearbook (Nelsonville, OH)

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10 The Scarlet and Gray arrangment and motive of its life. No age we think was ever more con- scious of its task or more unanimously desirous of radical and extended change in its economic, political and moral practice. We veritably stand in the pres- ence of a revolution—No not a bloody revolution, for we believe America will never again become engaged in a great war.—-but a silent revolution, whereby America will insist upon recovering in practice those ideals which she has always professed, And with the energy of patriotic, unselfish men and the habit of coorperation, which has been instilled into us by long years of free government in which reason ratherthan passion has been made to prevail, we will be enabled to win through to still another great age. AUSTIN DOAN ‘14. FOR HIS WIFE’S SAKE One gloomy evening in the spring of the year 1913, a man of magnificent build was seen hurrying through the east end with his coat tails flying as tho he were Ichabod Crane and, was in flight from the headless horseman. People wondered what the excitement was and as there were several small urchins following him, I shall relate this story as it was partly heard from two of them •‘Hey Mickey. I say Mickey, Did ypu see the tall duy wid de twentieth cen- tury speed gear?” (meaning the gentleman who was in a hurry.) ‘Naw Eddie, I wuz out in the back yard throwing corncobs at old Mrs. Smith’s chickens.” ‘‘Well, you orter seen him, he wuz going as if his house wuz on fire.” “Say Eddie, mabby it is, less foller him?”' All right Mickey, come on.” And off down Chesnut street the two boys went on the run; They could see the gentleman a few blocks in advance stiil running. “Eddie, wait a minute I dropped a tommy.” “Aw come on. I’ll dib you a dlassy when we lit there.” So with the satisfaction of increased earnings they plodded on together. What a picture those two boys made, Mickey with an old cap two sizes too big for him , knickerbockers with the buckets torn off, stockings full of holes, a calico waist and no coat on. His face was bright and cheery and show- ed he was without one care in the wide world with the single exception of Eddies promise to “dib him a dlas- sy.” Eddie was dressed similar to Mickey. Ihere they go down the street hand in hand, panting like two nounds fresh from the chase, with minds curious and hearts at perfect peace. But let us get back to our story. The object of pursuit soon turned Reynolds’ cor- ner and went over to the railroad station in the yards, blustered up to the ticket window and with a look of worry and anxiety upon his face, in- quired if the train north had gone and to his complete satisfaction the agent replied that it was due in just four minutes, so he sauntered out side. Eddie was now far in advance of Mickey. As he neared the station, the train could be seen not far away. As it always stops at the yards for coal and water the gentleman walked up the track a short piece intending to walk down, the other side of the track after it stopped and board the train, but on it came. It approached the yards pass- ed them without stopping and went thundering on to the H. V. station. In the meantime the bewildered gentleman knowing that he had to be on that train at all hazards hardly knew what to do. But as the train was bearing down upon him a solution came to him in a flash. As the train was about to pass him he reached out his mighty arm caught hold of the bar that runs across the

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The Scarlet and Gray 9 civic and sanitary conditions that exist Our town must be made beautiful and healthful. If the city could in some way get control of the old canal bed which runs through the center of our town and fill and pave it, leave squares and ovals for flowers, trees and grass and if we could have cluster lights and seats at different points, it would make a beau- tiful boulevard and a great addition to our city, and also, if we would take an interest in home gardening, tree and flower planting, it would help to beatify our city. If we will all work together for the good of Nelsonville, we may hope to seeherin the near future, the real queen city of the Hocking valley. FLORENCE PARKS ‘14 The Awakened Conscience of Our Nation There is one great fundamental prin- ciple, which underlies all questions that are discussed on the political platform today. That singular principle, says Woodrow Wilson, is, that nothing is done in this country as it was twenty years ago. We are in a decade of a new organi- zation of society. The life of America is not the life it was twenty years ago; indeed it is not the life it was ten years ago. Economic conditions in every phase of our existance have changed. Our Developement has been so rapid that a new nation seems to have been created. The present decade is nothing less than a new social age, a new era of human relationships; it is, if you please, a new stage setting for the drama of life. There is something very nev . very big, very complex, about this new re- lationship. It is however, a very fit- ting garment. Ours is the country which has lifted to the admiration of the whole world, its ideal of absolute- ly free opportunity; where no man is. under any limitations except the lim- itations of his character and mind; where there is no distinction of blood, no distinction of social status, but where men win or lose on their merits. Our country depends upon the invent- ions, the originations, and the ambit- ions of unknown men, not only our own country, or fatherland, bnt every land on the face of the earth is renewed not out of the ranks of those already famous and powerful, but out of the ranks of the unknown. Take for instance Abraham Lincoln. He rose from the ranks of a poor couutry lawer to the Presidency of the United States. The freeing of the slaves was not accomplished by a not- ed politician of 1860, nor by a great general, nor by any noted man, but through a poor, uneducated, unknown backwoodsman We hear much nowadays about poli- tical machines. But we are sure you will agree withus, for it is a well known and established fact that the day of heartless conscienceless machines is fast drawing to a close. Our people are awakening or perhaos we had better say their consciences are awakening. Grafters are being weeded out and our government is rapidly developing its new found conscience. The old order is changing, changing under our very eyes, not quietly and equably, but swiftly and with the noise the heat and tumult of reconstruction. It is said by some, as if with superior knowledge, that every age has been an age of transition and that no age is more full of change than another: yet in every few ages if any of the world, can the struggle for change have been so wide spread, so deliberate or upon so great a scale as in this in which we are taking part. The transition we are witnessing is no silent unconscious unfolding of one age into another, its natural heir and suc- cessor. Society is making fresh and critical analysis of its very elements,

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The Scarlet and Gray II front of the engine, and jumped on the pilot catching hold with his other arm. “Hey Mickey, for doodness sake look, Mickey look at the nut, and with wondeiing eyes the boy» watched the train as it sped on with its human freight upon the pilot. “Say Eddie, maybe he is a bank robber and has stolled a lot of money and is running away or maybe he has tilled some one?’’ “Aw Mickey he did not look like a real burgular. At this juncture Mickey happened to remember that he had a glassy coming from Eddie, so he promptly reminded him of the fact but Eddie claimed he had lost it, so, we shall leave them arguing as to the marble. As the evening train approached the H. V. station several persons noticed Mr. Lewis Long riding on the pilot, hanging on with both hands as if for gtim death with his hat crushed up in his right hand and his pompadore flying in the air; as the train slowed down he jumped off and ran down to the end of the platform where he discerned among the passengers his wife. This was the object of Mr. Long. Arm in arm they walked off. Although it was a mighty hard task and although he placed his life in jeopardy he was TRUE TO HER AND MET HER AT THE STATION. Now we can explain to the two small bovs that the object of their curiosity was neither a bank robber nor a murderer but our own jolly “Math’’ instructor Mr, Lewis Long and, that the reason he went through these queer antics was, “for his wife’s sake.” GEORGE W. STUART ’14. A Glimpse into the Future In 1924, class ‘14 of N. H. S. attend- ed the inauguration ball of President Brickies. We are proud that a mem- ber of our class has reached such a high position. A few days after this we were en- tertained by the president and his wife, Mrs. May Brickies, formerly May Stratton. They showed us an excellent painting which had been given to them by Dow Harris, a famous artist. I was speaking to a friend of my school-days, Edith Bailejs, who said she was now Edith Erwin. She is Hying with her husband Norman at Boston. While still conversing with Edith a portly gentleman came toward us We recognized him as Don Davis. He showed us a medal he had won at college for his proficiency in Germany. He is still as happy-go-lucky as of yore. We were joined by Cynthia Evans, who told us that she was the celebrated dancer Mile. Celestine. She informed us that Gail Galvin and Forest Kontner had been married and that they are living at Columbus. Don told us that Harry Pickett |was a doctor and that he is now a professor at John Hopkins Medical College. He also told us that Gaorge Stuart had studied law and is a senator now. We went to another portion of the room and there met Marie Mooney and Beatrice Cook, who informed us that they were missionaries and intended to return to Africa the following month. They had come home in order to witness president Brickies inaugurantion. While we were talking to them, two gentlemen entered the room. They were Robert Morgan and Clifford San- ders, partners in a Pharmacy. They are prospering in the business and thank Mr. McFarland for the start they re- ceived in Chemistry. We were favored with a violin duet. The players were Mr. and Mrs. Sheldon Scott. Mrs. Scott formerly Hazel Ros- ser is an excellent pianist and her hus- band is a master violinist. Amy Clark came up to us after the the music and after remarking on the beauty of the duet, asked us what pro- fession we had chosen. We told her