Nelsonville High School - Saga Yearbook (Nelsonville, OH)

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The Scarlet and Gray Thanksgiving Day Snow again, sleet again. Long lines of gray; Shadows and brown for bright autumn gay; Song birds again to the South land have fled. Forests are solemn, green leaves are dead. Ho! for the apples that roast in a row. Where flames are setting the hearthstone aglow. Wheat again, corn again. Straw in the stack. Meat for the hunter, and nothing I lack; Keen is the wind and sharp is the air Drink in the goodness of God everywhere; Riches of life, though lean be the purse, Nothing so bad but it might be worse.” Love again, joy again, Hoping alway— This is the true wealth of Thanksgiving Day. —Z. Irene Davis.

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The Scarlet Gray Vol. IX Xelsonville, Ohio Xo. 2 Tzlble of Gontents LITERARY Page Poeme 'Thanksgiving Day” 2 ••Thanksgiving at Larson” 3 ••Timothy's Thanksgiving” 5 ••Thanksgiving Day in Alabam” 6 ••Imperator et Milites” 7 EDITORIAL S THE CALEXDAR 10 ATHLETICS 11 ALUMXI 12 LOCALS 13 EFFIC1EXCYGRAMS 16 EXCHAXGE 17 SM1LESCOPE 18

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The Scarlet and Gray 3 Thanksgiving at Larson “Peg! Peg Neilson!” Betty Brown called as she dashed up the stairs two at a time to the cozy room which she and Peggy had shared since their Freshman year at Miss Huston’s Col- lege for Girls. “Do look here! I (as president of the Senior class) have a note from the president of the Senior Class of the Larson Academy inviting our class to a big Thanksgiving dinner and dance to be given at the Academy Hall. And Miss Huston is to go as chaperon.” Here Betty stopped for sheer lack of breath, and thrust a small neat note, written in an angular, boyish hand. It read: To Miss Brown, Senior President of Miss Huston’s: We, the Senioor Class of the Larson Academy do most cordially invite the girls of your class to attend our an- nual Thanksgiving dinner and dance, November Twenty-fifth. Cars will be provided by us for the trip between the schools. Sincerely yotjrs, JAMES WHITE, Pres. Senior Class. Come to Larson Academy Hall November Twenty-fifth At Seven “What do you think of that?” Bet- tv demanded perchcing hei-self on the edge of the cretonne covered divan. “Oh Bettina, it’s just too splendid for words!” Peggy said. “But I rath- er think you’d better ask Miss Hus- ton before you tell the girds.” “Yes, I will.” Betty was already half way down the stairs toward the superintendent’s office. She went straight to the door marked “Private” and knocked. At the same time she called “It is I—Betty, Miss Huston.” “Come in dear,” that lady said gent- ly, for Betty was one of her favorites. As she rose from her work and saw the girl’s flushed face she said: “Why Betty, what is the matter?” “Oh, Miss Huston! Please read it and tell me if we can go.” She hand- ed the letter to the woman who read it. Miss Huston was rather an elderly woman, loved and obeyed by all who knew her. When she had read the let- ter she handed it back to Betty who stood waiting for her answer. “Well, Betty, I guess we must go. mustn’t we?” she asked kindly. “Oh Miss Huston, I am so glad! I must hurry and tell the girls. Thank you very much.” Betty hurried to the big living room of the “West Wing” where only Seniors gather and where there were now assembled fifteen or twenty young girls. They all knew there was something in the air when t’ c” saw Petty coming the note held high above her head. “Now what do you think of that?” she cried as he finished reading it