Nelsonville High School - Saga Yearbook (Nelsonville, OH)

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6 The Scarlet and Gray Vol. IX Nelsonville, Ohio, February, 1920 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 Student Body Printed by Bart, the Printer. EDITOR-IN-CHIEF LITERARY EDITOR Athletics—Harris Wood ’20 Local Editor—Lena Bowers '20 Alumni—Florence Parks T4 Smilescope—Wheeler Newton ’21 Exchange-Mary Sharp '21 The Calendar—John Zellar ’21 ADVERTISING MANAGER Assistants CIRCULATION MANAGER Assistants EDITORIAL STAFF LUCILLE ST ALTER ’20 ELSIE HODGEMAN '20 Efficiencygrams—Lewis Frances '22 Senior Assistant—Nell Rosser '20 Junior Assistant—Velma Young '21 Sophomore Assistant—Philena Nelson '22 Fieshman Assistant—Gertrude Collins '23 BUSINESS STAFF WILBERT HALL '20 Lowell Burnell '20 John Jackson '21 Stanley Wolfe '21 MURIEL BAUGH '20 Doris Parks '20 . Floyd Rosser '21 George Shirley '23 All the Alumni who have visited N. H. S. lately, or who have seen our basket ball games, have remarked about the “pep.” Our “thuse” meet- ings held quite often in the auditor- ium, are better every time. Some sort of a surprise is always sprung, till now, when we hear and see myster- ious things going on, we stop and wonder “what’s coming next?” But let’s not leave all the work to a few. When asked to YELL, do it; when asked for silence, keep still. Pep isn’t shown only in athletics and thuse meetings, but in studies as well. If we’d put a little pep in our

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The Scarlet and Gray 5 A Wild Night It was a cold dark night. The northern star shone faintly in the black sky; a very light snow was falling, the pure whiteness of it con- trasting greatly with the dark but beautiful houses along the drive. A bell mournfully tolled the hour, resounding faintly over the frozen snow. A man slouched up along the walk, his steps crunching on the crisp surface; he was smoking a cigarette. As he approached one of the larger houses he stepped behind a tree, took the cigarette from his mouth and cast it in the snow then tramped on it grinding it into the snow beneath the tree. He nervously pulled out his watch, struck a match and galnced at the hour, taking care all the time to keep the tree between himself and the house. Two-seven, the watch said and the man swore anxiously. He glanced toward the house, a dim light was burning in the hall downstairs, while a brighter one burned in one of the rooms on the second story. “Still up,” the man whispered to himself, and wrapping his coat about him, he leaned against the tree. In half an hour the light in the downstairs hall went out. The man under the tree looked relieved and be- gan humming a tune to himself. In another fifteen minutes the bright light upstairs flickered and went out and the man, looking up and down the street to see that he was not observed, began treading softly up the walk to the house. When he was on the porch he again scrutinized the street and apparently satisfied with its cold lonesomeness, he tried the great bronze door knob. It did not yield under his hand, so taking care to muffle his steps he walked to- ward a window which looked out upon the porch. At first the window did not budge an inch, then under the in- creased pressure he exerted, it sud- denly shot up with a squeak and a rattle. The man stopped and looked around. “That dam noise was enough to wake the dead,” he muttered, then putting one leg inside the window he drew himself into the house. Once inside he tiptoed softly toward the small artistic looking safe in the comer of the large library. Then suddenly a woman’s voice rang out. the man stopped as if frozen stiff, al- though the safe was entirely open and he could see the interior of it. “Alexander D. Fletcher,” a shrill voice cried, “you get right out of that library and come to bed,” and not giv- ing the man a chance to say a word she rattled on. “It’s after three o’- clock, what in the world will the neighbors think of you?” And the poor man with a beaten look on his face gazed longingly at the array of bottles in the safe, took off his coat and hat and crept softly up stairs.

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7 The Scarlet and Gray school work what a difference it would make. Can you imagine looking for- ward to a recitation like we do a game of basket ball ? Neither can we. But such a thing might be accomplished if we’d all try. Here’s a brand new idea, never been uttered before, so be prepared. Si- lence! Sh-h-h-h-h—it’s a secret, we have just found it out and are going to tell you (if you’re real good). Here it is—the great thing we’ve discov- ered—OUr teachers and your teachers are human! Yes they are, honest. Never thought of that before did you ? Since we’ve found this out, some things we just couldn’t understand have been made clear. They don’t like school any better than we do. They have to study, of course not like we do, but it’s hard to plan so many recitations and everything else. If you don’t believe it, try it yourself sometime and see. Freshmen! Sophomores! Juniore! and Seniors! Stop and think before you do some of the things you do. Then when we get called, instead of being grouchy, let us not say little mean things like “so and so’s a regu- lar cat, makes me tired,”—you know how it goes. If we had to put up with some of the same things we’d strike —or feel like it anyway. Let’s re- member they may feel just that way and that after all we might make things easier if we’d only stop and think. Quite a few people have the queer idea, that a real education is not ob- tained in the public schools. Here are a few facts, that prove this is the wrong idea. “Statistics from Harvard from 1902 to 1912, show that of more than 4,000 who entered there as freshmen, 32% of public school graduates finished the Harvard course with ‘honors’ and only 15.1% of private school students at- tained these honors.” WHO’S WHO IN N. H. S. Best Senior Student—Raymond Shan- er and Lucille Stalter. Best Junior Student—Millard Donley, Velma Young. Best Sophomore Student—Omer Well- ing, Margaret Emish. Best Freshman Student—Joe Stock- line, Virginia Wolfe. Best Athlete—Raymond Patton, Mur- iel Baugh. Best Looking Boy—Lowell Burnell. Prettiest Girl—Pauline Wagner. Biggest Loafer—John Russel, Leona Devol. Hardest Worker — Raymond Shaner, Rose Shay. Most Clever Student—Wheeler New- ton, Alice Wiggins. Grouchiest Student—Roy Porter, Vio- let Ted row. Cheerfulest Student—Don Mackline, Esther Vorhes. Best All-round Student—Harris Wood