Newcomerstown High School - Newcosean Yearbook (Newcomerstown, OH)

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PEACE-PIPE Page 23 FREDA WELSCH “Fritz” Modesty is a candle to her merit. KARL LAUER “Dick” Little, but a mighty cheer leader. ELIZABETH WIDDER It is well to think well, It is divine to act well.

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KATHERN GILGANNON ‘Kitty' Infinite riches in a little room. (Our Validictorian) JOSEPH WHITING “Tick” A girl in your arms, Is worth two in your dreams. CORA JOHNSON Red” I'll be merry, I’ll be free, I’ll be sad for nobody. WILLIS STOCKER “Willie” A boy he was, to all girls dear. ELIZABETH BARTHALOW “Zip” She lives at peace with all mankind. Always drifting away to dreamland. GAIL HAMMERSLEY “Jail” And still the wonder grew. That one small head would hold all she knew.

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■ PEACE-PIPE Page 24 Senior Class History One day in taking a walk through the woods I became very tired and sat down in the shade of a large tree to rest. As the day was very warm I became sleepy and must have fallen asleep for I was soon startled to hear my name called, and looking up found standing near me a young Indian Chief. His face was streaked with paint and lie was standing with his arms folded looking straight before him. He said he had a story to tell and bade me listen to the following: “I spent a great many years of my life in a small town called Newcomerstown and became very interested in the progress of the High School and especially the class of ’25, since 1 was a member of it. This class was the largest and one of the brightest that ever graduated. But what I want to tell you is our History through High School. In 1921 there entered N. H. S. a great number of Indian youths which were to do a great deal toward the building up of the school. We entered into a great many of the social activities and formed a Dramatic Club, which contained great talent. Like all other tribes, there was a great deal of hard work done during the year and the honor roll surely showed it. It was this year that the “Gym” was built which was the first in the history of Newcomerstown. The youths who were always ready for work helped a great deal in the building of it. With these events taking place the youths soon found ourselves stationed in the wigwam the Sophomores had just vacated. “Our number this year has decreased a little but the staunch ones that were left were still marching onward. It was at this time that the Latin Club was organized, the first ever known in the history of the High School. The Sophomores contributed a great many to athletics and we also joined the large Dramatic Club and surprised the High School by showing what great talent we had. Nine months of school work soon passed and we found we had climbed one more rung of the ladder and had entered our Junior Year of High School life. “The Juniors knew what hard work there was before us if we wanted to reach victory, so we all worked very hard. It was this year that football was introduced into High School and the young braves were right there willing to do our share in helping to make it a success. With athletics, hard work and social activities the year soon drew to a close and the Juniors were soon busy in preparing a feast for the oldest members of the tribe. This feast was the first to be held within the walls of the new High School building and one to be long remembered. The young braves had conquered another year and were now on the last lap of the road that leads onward to success ’ “This year there were forty-five Seniors enrolled in the beautiful new High School building for the coming year. Athletics were very strong and the oldest members of the tribe contributed greatly to both foot-ball and basket-ball and also put on and made a success of the Lyceum Course, the first one that had ever been in Newcomerstown for about six years. The time passed all too quickly and the Seniors graduated, feeling that we had tried to do our part in helping to build up the High School.” T sat up and looked all around and found that it was growing dark, also the Indian Chief had disappeared. I knew that it had all been a dream. It was then that I realized that the four happiest years of my life had been spent back in good old N. H. S. —Mary Mugford.