Nelsonville High School - Saga Yearbook (Nelsonville, OH)

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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

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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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12 The Scarlet and Qray and when I told her that we had chosen to be a nurse, she said that Arizona McKee, Elizabeth Murphy and Helen Stedem were also nurses. She inform- ed us that she was teaching Geometry at a Columbus high-schuol. She added that Bessie Jones taught History, Bes- sie Tenox, Latin, Margaret McGrath, Chemistry and Florence Barks, Eng- lish in the same school. Anna Monks is a stenographer at New York. Goldie McCombs now Goldie Jones and Cecil Crabtree, now Cecil Hardy joined us during this conversation. They told us how glad they were that they had escaped being single. 1 asked Amy if she had kept trace of the twins Hildred and Mildred Hut- chins. She informed us that .Mildred had become what she wished to be- come, a member of the Salvation Army. She went about doing good in the slums of Chicago. Hildred is the wife of Douglas Fisher, who owns a two hund- red acre farm. She was an expert mil- liner before her marriage.: While still speaking to these old friends, I saw Helen Powell and asked if anyone knew what had been her fate Cecil told me that both Helen and Mary powell were bachelor maids and lived at their old home at Nelsonville. V ile refreshments were served in the dining room, Emmett Preston told J UN Who wouldn’t be a Junior! And learn to laugh alway; Of course we work an awful lot, But leave time to be gay. The freshmen don’t known how to act, The Sophmores should, but don’t We Juniors know, and act it, too. But the Seniors know, and won’t. The Seniors are so very proud, Of what, I’d like to know? But then, I ’spose another year Our dignity will show, And we will be so dignified And sober all the day; But Oh! I never will believe, We’ll leave off being gay. For Robert how could he be sad, And wear a lengthy face? And how could we our smiling stop If “Tubby” set the pace? us that he had accomplished the wond- derful feat of going over the Niagra Falls in a barrel. Mr. and Mrs. Austin Kontner sat near me at a table and Frederika told me that Leighton Aumillerhad been re- jected by G.adys Burnell and learning to love Grace McKee, proposed to her and was accepted. They are living happily at Cleveland. The coaversation was turned up:n traveling and during the discussion I learned that Marie Donley, Edith Burdette and Addie Burt had toured Europe and had written a book on their travels It hat only recently been pub- lished. I also learned that Helen Verity and Mary Woodard were traveling over America and that they give lectures on womens sufferage at different places along their route. They hope to see a woman in the Presidents chair before many years. Naomi Foutey told me when we we:e together during the e.ening that she was the wife of a traveling salesman. Our class spent a pleasant fortnight in Washington and then returned to our various places of residence, hoping that Cecils administration be one in which much goad be done America. M. A. H. ‘14 O R S If Grace should try tosober be. She couldn’t stand the strain; And Florence was never know to frown Unless she was in pain. And Austin into transports goes Each time he gets a letter And if you think our Sheldon’s gja e, You’ll learn to know him better. Our Gail maybe could be prim, She likes a senior well; And Leighton doesn’t laugh so much, He caught it from Burnelle. I cannot think of any more Who ever could be grave; For future years of trials and tears. Our sober looks we’ll save. But as for now we’d rather smile, And while away the time; With all the mischief, joy and mirth, That e’er was put in rhyme. Hildred Hutchins ’14