Nelsonville High School - Saga Yearbook (Nelsonville, OH)

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The Scarlet and Gray a We had a Bumgardner, and I told Ma if she would Backus, we would try and put him over the Pickett fence. But Ma being an invalid, I had to Wheeler out and she was con- vinced. I then suggested a very dear friend of mine, a Miller, to take the job. Ma disagreed with me as she always does, so I took a good Ball over it. The tears just would come. I told her she was a regular Devol. Then she made me go to the store to see what was fresh country Butter- worth. But she being a Kreppel, I soon forgave her. That night I went up to her room to Warner I had a bad temper and was not to be fooled with. I then proceeded down the Hall to my own room. On awaking the next morning the sky in the North West was over cast, Pa stayed at home and made kraut. The Bryan sure did foam on it. At a street fair there was a Chap- man there who made excellent “Stews.” The fellows gave a dance. I just couldn’t dance the calls right although Leo Caldwell. The next day the girls had a picnic and we got lost. We soon came to a Cliff. The boys had ropes and helped the girls down the de Cline. Here we had our Fri and then started homeward. We heard John Russell and there stood Stan Wolf. No won- der John’s pomp stands straight up. That’s the reason, the Wolf is such a terrifying animal. When he had as- cended the de Cline in the Wood’s we heard Austin Ball. It frightened Cook John and his sauce pans silly. Mary ran at Goodspeed, and such a time we had. Beryl cried “Omara! where shall 1 be?” I ran as fast as I could the Ferree air playing hide and seek in and out my lungs. I finally got home and found the folks gone and the house locked. While I stood Patton my dog, I looked up the Lane and saw my beau coming. I looked so awful I started to go in and couldn’t find M’Kee. Pa’s a black Smith so I start- ed for his shop. I found the key to the house down there, so I went home- The mail man brought a card tell- ing me there was a package awaiting me at the Adams Express office, so I cleaned up and went Wright down to- see about it. I never was so sur- prised in my life, quite a large pack- age. It was the sweetest little pup. 1 just can’t keep from looking at it and Pa has the queerest ideas. He said, “Don’t Starrett in the face like that all the time, you’ll cause it to have fits.” There is a Pyle of Wood

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The Scarlet and Gray TRJ IL=MJ TIl I met you, new made Comrade, on Life’s winding, wonder trail; We hailed and spoke in passing— brothers in the calm and gale; And at your words the stone-briused feet and pilgrim heart forgot The burdens of the journey and the dreams that lingered not. The trail is twisting, turning, and per- haps again I’ll see The welcome of your waving hand that banished fear from me; Andp ointed peak and play-lands while my lips in freedom sang A song of resurrection till the hills with echoes rang! —Roscoe Gilmore Statt

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The Scarlet and Gray in the back yard and the little darling plays there most of the time. I have a cat too, and I Petitt most of the time too. Last winter once the snow lay a foot deep and we hitched old Dobin to the Shay and went to Grandma’s one Sunday. Grandma had been sick and we were afraid she would have another attack. But she was Still- well. Grandma has everything nice to eat anti has the largest Parrying knife I ever saw. She crochet the prettiest yoke, it had a spider Webb in it. Grandma also has a well and it’s the best water I ever drank. Ours is city water and it’s always Riley. Pa, (as I have said before) has the queerest ideas, he wanted to dig a well in our front yard, but Ma said Nixon it. The last few years we have been having the loveliest Summers, Butt now winter is here and the wind is so Sharpe and cold. We girls have to lay away our White dresses now, too chilly to wear ’em. Young girls al- ways wear them till the last minute. The Coleman just brought a load of coal, I want to have a good fire to- night. my beau is coming to see me. But I don’t want the room too hot, because all sweet things melt, when they get to a certain melting point (this knowledge gained from General Science and my excellent teacher Miss Loaf-burrow, when I was a Freshie). He used to be a Porter on the train (not a black one) and he can tell some of the most thrilling stories. Pa didn’t want turkey for Christ- mas dinner so he made me go to the store and ask how much is a Duck- worth. Duck for Christmas when 1 wanted turkey. The idea! But that’s the way it goes, they never agree with me. There is a family lives across the street from us, and the husband is an awful drunkard. He comes in late at night and simply raves, like he’s half nuts. I’d leave him if I were his wife, I’d leave him'and Hyde some place where he never would find me. I went to a party about a week ago, they had a player piano, the kids sure did play it Lowden, everything was so noisy you couldn’t hear your ears (if this were possible). As I was go- ing home that evening a drank man came along and said “Hick-l-let,” just then a cow went by and let out an aw- ful Baugh, it was looking straight at my fed sweater. ( sure did go. I looked back and saw him (the man) running around a comer with all the speed he could muster, his Beard fly- ing in all directions. I ran directly into an elderly like gentleman, and he took it in a good humor, and said, “Girl, you Shirley wuz goin’ some.” I had some Nichols in my pocket and lost all but one. It sure was a Pierce to my heart to lose that fortune, but 1 will not Moume my loss, because I am going to Lancaster in a few days to visit my aunt. My cousin is home on a furlough. He is a Stewart on one of Uncle Sam’s liners. Gee! I’d hate to live on a ship and always see the White Spray dashed about on the waves, I’d much rather be on land and read the Sines on the shop win- dows in the good old U. S. A. —Essie Cline, ’22.