New Lexington High School - Lexingtonian Yearbook (New Lexington, OH)

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY And so we are Seniors. It seems but a short time since we were called “Freshies.” There were then fifty-two of us, but, like the “little pickaninnies” on the fence, we dwindled until in our Sophomore year we were thirty-six. In our Junior year twenty-seven, and now we are twenty-two “sitting on the fence.” When we entered High School four years sounded like an interminable time. Many things have our class of ’13 accomplished during our High School career. As Freshmen and Sophomores we were rather backward, spending most of our time with our books and confining our social activities to informals. When we were Juniors we took the lead in scholarship, athletics and dramatics, for it was in that year that “Red” Greely starred on the basketball team; we also improved and enlarged the Literary Society and added dramatic art to our programs. The first production was “Too Much of a Good Thing,” given Thursday, December 21, 1911, for the benefit of the “Piano Fund.” A debating club was also formed and proved a success. Society did not find us wanting, as the mention of our Junior-Senior reception and other parties prove; this function included a banquet and dance, at which the Faculty and Seniors were guests. As Seniors our class is the first to introduce a year-book and to leave a large class pennant as a memorial. Several of our Seniors this year took the leading roles in “That Rascal, Pat,” and “Texas Mother-in-law,” two productions given for the benefit of the “Piano Fund.” We do not mean to boast, but before we make our adieux to High School we wish to say that we have achieved much for which we hope we shall be remembered. Mabel Rinehart, ’13. Helen Lewis, ’13. 16

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ETHEL LUCILE SYCKS Ethel’s parents live in town, but since quite young she has made her home with her grandparents, who reside in the country. This necessitates a walk to and from school each day, which affords great pleasure, as some of the girls can testify—and hoys, too. Ethel is a great confidante, gladly sharing her secrets (?) with her girl friends. Having dark hair and eyes, she is much interested in young men of light complexion. Any one desiring information in any way address Miss Sycks, or Class Editor of “Lexing-tonian.” All questions will be answered free of charge. Satisfaction guaranteed. P. L. VAN ATT A Altho one of our Profs., he has desired to graduate with us. He attended various schools in securing his public school education and did his H. S. and college work at O. U., at Athens. Came here from Deavertown, where he was superintendent of schools. Previous to his work there he was teacher at Crooksville for seven years. Has taught fourteen years and has obtained vast experience. He has taught here for two years; was recently elected Clerk of Courts of Perry County, and will take his office in the near future. We will lose him as a teacher, but we wish him success. MARY ALVEDA WALLACE Alveda, the daughter of a teacher, has inherited her father’s talent and has the making of a good teacher. She has no inclination to teach, however, as she soon expects to establish a home of her own, but you never can tell. Alveda is an accomplished pianist and likes housekeeping. She enjoys (?) the recitations in Physics and Cicero, possesses patience to a marked degree. Enid may never become famous, but we feel sure that she will do her work successfully. 15

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VALEDICTORY CLASS POEM, 1913 It is all too true that the hour draws nigh When farewells must be said to this dear old school; But ’tis with a feeling of sadness, when we say good-bye, Thinking of the hours we have spent in learning each rule. Four years we have spent in the dear old place, Four years did we study and labor and cram; Memories have been formed, which time ne’er can erase, Of how we dreaded and feared each terrible exam. Now those days are but things of the past, Those tests and exams we shall know no more; Our books have been laid on the shelf at last, And all too soon we will knock at life's school door. We have followed Caesar in his long campaigns, And saw Wilhelm Tell as the apple he shot; We know all about man, his muscles and brains; To grind through mathematics has been our sad lot. The wonders of electricity, we know them by heart; We can name all the great men and their deeds oi renown. But now we must forget them in life's busy mart. For their purpose is accomplished, their mission is done. Thus endeth our first lesson, Soon in life’s school, with its great problems, we shall be. May our teachers in every session, Be that Great Teacher, the One from Galilee. As we pass from this school, a young, hearty throng. We remember with regret, those who have left us; Some have dropped by the wayside, some to other schools have gone, Yet we will never forget that they were once among us. Just a word of thanks to our teachers is due, Who have so faithfully helped us on our way; We can never express our praise and gratitude. To them our indebtedness we can never repay. We have tried for twelve years a foundation to build. So that our lives to others more useful may be. Now to those younger, our places we yield, Only hoping that they may be more successful than we. When long years have rolled around, And we return to the scenes of our youth, We trust that some of our class a victor's crown May bring back to our dear old High School. George L. Brown, '13. 17