North High School - Northern Lights Yearbook (Akron, OH)

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®ur (lift from dnb From ' yond the gray where Angels play, He sent To me the dearest friend I ever had- (The sweet lady who oft made me repent, And cheered me when my life seem dark and sad.) My friends all failed me, when assailed, to fight Battles that they themselves had helped begin. No friend, other than my mother, in sight Shared each sorrow, each strife, through thick and thin. ’Tis known that God could not have trod this earth. Been everywhere, given full share of mirth. Never forsake us but help make us brothers; Men need a guide to drive aside the shame. Evil, and wrong of weak and strong; He came Upon a plan which would help man—Mothers. —Gabriel Jacoby,’25 T hirty-seven

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FORGET Forget it, dear friend, forget it; That’s the very best thing you can do. It will do you no good to remember That mean thing that was said about you. This life is too short to get even For all spiteful acts that you know; So forget it, dear friend, forget it. Show wisdom and just let it go. Many good men have been ruined. And many fine women, too. By some knocker starting a rumor With hardly a word of it true. So if you hear of some one knocking A man’s or a woman’s good name You can bet it’s a lie, so forget it. And never repeat it again. —Martha Hughes, ' 24 FRIENDSHIP I There are many kinds of friendship, and as through life you go. You will find they strengthen you much more than the friends themselves could know; The yearnings of your heart are filled when you stop to think with pride Of all the faithful friends you have, just trudg¬ ing at your side. II Always when your parents greet you in their sympathetic way. You straighten up and face the world, just as if to say: “The greatest thing that you can have, when upon life’s waves you’re tossed. Is the parents’ love that strengthens you when you think all hope is lost.” T flirty-six III Your brothers and your sisters, whose com¬ panionship you’ll feel. When Fate just turns against you and causes you to reel. Will always turn to help you when you begin to know defeat And make you try to realize that you’re still too hard to beat. VI There are teachers, there are schoolmates, from whom one little smile Will make you feel that living on this earth is quite worth while. And your feelings, as you leave them when your whole day’s work is done. Make you know that Life’s great battle is very nearly won. —Alice Milford,’26

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RUSHING THE COUNT HIS idea of never telling your love is bad stuff. I’m here to inform you. Some live wire comes along peal¬ ing the merry marriage chimes, and all you wind up with is a piece of stale wedding cake. ■ Of course one reason I never said anything to Ruth is because I don’t seem to be able to find a position suitable to my ability. At least everybody I work for tells me that; and I’ve had a lot of jobs in the last two years- And again Ruth’s father has more money than dogs have fleas; and maybe he can’t strangle a nickel till the Indian calls for help! Nobody but a real ink-slinger could give you an idea of what a regular peach Ruth is. As I am only an amateur with a very small vocabulary, I am only able to give a limited description and let it go at that. Our house is on Eighth, near the park and the Highlands live, right opposite. Ruth and I went to the same school. In the sum¬ mer her folks and mine go down to Cedar Point, where our place is next door to theirs; vSO naturally I see a lot of Ruth. Shehas always kept me guessing and I have never been certain how I stand. To be sure 1 know she likes me — or rather, she did. It may have been this brother and sister stuff for all I can tell. I’ve never been able to get up nerve enough to find out. She always was a regular icicle anyhow. No petting parties or hand-holding goes with her, or they didn’t un¬ til recentiy--now I’m not so sure. And that father of hers! He’s one holy ter¬ ror. If there’s anything in this transmigra¬ tion of souls idea, Simon Legree must hav had a round-trip ticket. I’ve seen lots of fel¬ lows just about curl up and pass away when old man Highland looked at ’em. It isn’t so much what he says, but he gives you the up and down and makes you feel smaller than one of Barnum’s midgels. I know what ails him—Ruth is the only child and he’d rather lose his right eye than see her married. Of T hirty-eight course every fellow who meets her falls hard right off the bat, sd there’s always a gang of them hanging around their house. If old man Highland had his way, he’d take a club and clean out the gang; but Ruth’s the boss, and after her comes Mrs. Highland, so the old man only wins show money in the betting. The Ruth Admiration Society got a hor¬ rible shock a few weeks ago. It was called the Count De Luna, first name something which sounds like Looeegee. Where she dug him up, nobody knows; but she pokes around in a lot of queer places. She had a settle¬ ment bug for a while and collected a bunch of specimens. Maybe this was one. I had dinner at Ruth’s right after the Count showed up, and I tumbled in a minute that he was a phony nobleman. The only thing pol¬ ished about his manners was the way he pol¬ ished off everything in sight. To hear him inhaling soup beat listening to a symphony or¬ chestra. But believe me! he was a regular humding¬ er for looks. He was a swell tennis player- too, and could tickle the mandolin to a fare- you-well. And when he sang that song in Italian—that Chilly-Billy-Beans thing—the girl’s eyes would pop out like boiled onions and they’d sigh till it sounded as if all the steam- pipes in town were leaking. That boy was a lady murderer, for sure. One night Highland waylaid me, as I was coming in at their gate. “See here, Henny,” he said; “this goings- on has got to be stopped.” “What goings-on?” I asked inn ocently. “You know well enough,” he barked. “It’s this spaghetti devastator that Ruth’s wished on us. I don’t like the way he mops up soup and I don’t believe he’s any more a count than you are. I’ll bet eleven dollars you’ll never amount to a hill of beans; but at least you know how to eat soup without alarming the neighbors. Now it is up to you to chase this stii-etto-juggler away from here.”