Nelsonville High School - Saga Yearbook (Nelsonville, OH)

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 The Scarlet and Cray 7 They were just enjoying their bacon sandwich when they heard the sound of approraching footsteps and men’s voice0. “Sh-h-h, they’re coming!” Kate held up a finger for silence, and they heard the following mysterious conversation: “That’s the closest escape yet. The General is watching us right now.” “Did you get ’em?” “Of course. Slick as a whistle.” “Tomorrow------escape-----move----- quarters.” Of this last sentence the girls could ht ar only a very little. “Let’s hide, Grace! They’re up to some mischief.” “P.ut where?” Grace could see no possible hiding place. “Here can you get in the lower part of this cupboard? Sure you can. I’ll get under this kettle.” Just as Kate concealed herself un- der f lic kettle the door was opened and the men entered. Such a clatter of voices! The girls could only hear a l’ew words now and then until one of the men called for silence. From the conversation they learned that this was a band of German spies who had valuable information hidden in a secret apartment. They did not learn what the information was but they did learn that it was to go to Kaiser Bill the following day. The men had start- ed to leave when one said: “I’m almost starved. Let’s eat.” “We hain’t got no time now. One more big sweep and we leave.” “Did you put those things in the cupboard I was telling you about?” One of the men started for the cup- board. Grace had a hard time stifling a scream and Kate shook like an earthquake as she later confessed. His band was on the door ready to open it when the other man who had seated himself on the kettle, much to Kate’s discomfort, called to him. “No, no that’s all over. Jim took care of that this morning.” How Grace blessed Jim, even if he wa° a German spy. After what seemed an age the men left, and coming from their hiding places the girls searched for the hid- deu information. They were about to give up. when Grace who was lean- ing against the rickety mantle, gave a surprised exclamation. She had by accident moved an old saucer that was used as a match-holder and found it concealed a button. The papers were easily obtained after this, but for a while the girls were very much dis- appointed. Some pages were blank and those that weren’t were unin- telligible. “Nothing like trying. Come on, let’s go and see him.” Yes, he knew what they were and turned white as death when he read them. He informed the girls that they were maps of every one of the im- poriani fortifications in America. A squad of soldiers was immediate- ly soni to the hut and the much-sought German spies were captured. That afternoon Grace and Kate re- turned home to a very worried mother surrounded by a group of very worried chums. Grate and Kate were sights in their wet, muddy clothes, but pinned on the dress of each was a bright gold medal, for their services to the U. S. A. LUCILE STALTER, ’20. Off For France Continued from page 4 In the night the rain turned to snow and by morning the boys were nearly frozen. At breakfast Clifford seemed rather nervous the reason was soon known. “Say, ’er, what do you say, fellows, if—Oh, blame it! Let’s go home!” “I'm with you”, “Sure” “Come on” were cries. A few hours later six odd looking boys boarded a train at Co- lumbus with tickets for Nelsonville. The laughs, jokes, scoldings and pettings from mother were rather hard to bear. “But anything is better than France” they all agreed. Lena Bowers, ’20-

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4 6 The Scarlet and Gray ’Tis 7 n ill Wind That Blows Nobody Good Have you ever been awakened at 4 a. m. on a cold, gray October morning by the ting-a-ling-a-ling of an alarm clock, and while still half asleep, shm off the alarm only to hear the patter of rain on the roof just outside of your window? “Just because I had planned a day’s outing,” you will grumble. If this has ever happened to you, you can imagine the way Kathryn Joyce felt as she gave Grace Lee a hard punch, accompanied by loud wail, no more like Kate’s voice than a cat’s meow is like a dog's bow-wow. Anyway it brought Grace to a sitting posture im- mediately. “Wh-a-t did you say? Grace was not trying to stifle the yawn, but to pry her eyes out with her fists. “You old sleep-head, can’t you see its raining and has spoiled all our plans for the day’s outing?” Oh, Katey, you don’t mean it?” Grace was now wide-awake gazing with mournful eyes at the offending rain. “Of all the luck! I’m never going to plan anything again—NEVER!’ “Ditto! I can’t go back to sleep and how will we put in the time?” “Land only knows, I don’t. Come on, let’s get up.’; Silence reigned for the next half hour, the girls being too gloomy and disappointed to say a word. “Oh, the sun! Look, Kate the sun is out.” Grace was clapping her hand® h'ke a child. “Maybe our day won’t be spoiled after all. If it rains before spven it quits before eleven. “Pinch me, Grace. Is it possible? Come on, let’s go for a walk. It won’t be so damp. We can at least walk around town.” “No sir-ee! I hereby resign. I’d rather not walk at all than walk around town, especially on such a swell morning.’ “We can cut through here and get to the woods in jiffy. How’s that Miss Kathryn?” “Great! I’ll race you to that big ree.” “All right. One—here you’re ahead.” “No, I’m not. See!” “Yes, I see. Two—thr-e-e Go!” Off they ran like young deer, Kate coming in only a few feet ahead. They were now in the woods, skip- ping along like two children, although they were dignified young ladies. That they were free from all care one could easily see. They chatted, laughed and now and then sang snatches of popular songs. Suddenly both girls stopped with an exclamation of surprise. So happy had they been that the gathing dark- ness had not been noticeable till now, when the sun was completely hidden by a dark cloud. 1 bet it's going to rain again, and mother will be so worried.” “It can’t be helped. We’ll just have to make the best of the situation. If 1 remember right there’s an old de- serted log hut, that can’t be very far from here. Perhaps we can reach there before it rains.” But as fast as they ran they were only in sight of the hut when it start- ed to pour. They had been so excited and in such a hurry that neither girl had noticed the thin line of blue smoke curling above the old chimney. On entering Grace, who was first, gave a cry of surprise. “Why, Kate! Someone’s staying here, 1 wonder if they will care?” “Care—or not. I don’t care if they do. I’m going to stay till it quits laining or they put me out. I don’t know about you but I’m wringing wet. Perhaps whoever it is won’t return till after we’ve gone. Anyway that fire looks mighty good to me.” “Ditto, but so does the bacon. I’m starved. Let’s eat some. We could leave money enough to pay for it. I don’t believe any one would mind that.”

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s The Scarlet and Gray « The Scarlet and Gray VOL. VII. Nelsonville, Ohio, February, 1918 No. 4 Entered as second class matter, November, 1912, at the Postoffice at Nelsonville, Ohio, under the act of Congress of March 3, 1879. Published six times during the school year by the High School Student Body. Press of Bart, the Printer. EDITOR-IN-CHIEF LITERARY EDITOR Athletics—Earl Walters T8 Locals—Mary Pensyle T9 Alumni—Rose Harrold TO Smilescope—Robert Smith T9 Exchange—Ruth Vorhes T9 Efficiency grams—Doris Parks '20 ADVERTISING MANAGER Assistant Assistant CIRCULATION MANAGER Assistant Assistant Staff Artist EDITORIAL STAFF ELIZABETH ZELLER T8 MARGARET SPENCER T8 Senior Reporter—Dorothy Allen T8 Junior Reporter—Alma Donley T9 Sophomore Reporter—Lucille Barrows '20 Freshman Reporters—Clara Starett '21 “ “ —John Jackson '21 BUSINESS STAFF ELTON SMITH T8 - - William Guy T9 Martin Lutz '20 NEIL PRESTON T8 - Cable Gibson T9 - Lucille Stalter '20 - Robert Kinney T8 Basketball is a popular game for both boys and girls of all ages and all classes; it calls for healthful exer- cise of all parts of the body. Every boy or girl who has played the game knows that using the feet only will not make a good player; no matter how strong the hands and arms may be, they alone will not enable the player to cover the ground. Alert- ness of the eye. quickness of move- ment, accuracy and endurance are necessary. The boy who never cares, who never has energy enough to do what is expected of him, who is al- ways tired will soon find there is no from quickness of movement and of judgment, basketball requires coolness and self control. Everybody know's that a player wrho has lost his temper o.uickly loses his head. The player cannot do it all either, he must have the support of the whole school back of him. The support given the N. H. S. team deserves men- tion, it has been splendid and let us hope it will continue to be so. The gym has been almost full at every game and if you have not been there doing your duty, better arrange to come to the next one. There is al- place for him in basketball. Aside ways room for one more.