Parkersburg High School - Parhischan Yearbook (Parkersburg, WV)

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There is always a time when some members of a Senior Class need advice. Question: I am eighteen years old and three feet six inches tall. What can I do to grow taller?-Devlin. Bill Higgins suggests: First pick out a very tall dame, make it a habit to take a leisurely stroll before breakfast fthis is, if you are not Hfteen minutes lateb and always cast fond glances on her beaming countenance. If you constantly do this you will soon grow taller, as the elasticity in your neck will have stretched. Try this at least five times a week. If it does not work, let me know. It has been a sure cure and I know will cure you. Harry Holliday: Don't go out calling on the ladies and give yourself away by cranking a Victrola. Iim Feeney has been wondering how he can become an artist. We suggest-sit and look at Julia Welch. Beren says, beware of the State Cops-they're always there at the right time. Reason? y Maurice and a friend of his-Fred Summers-called upon the cow pasture at Eighteenth and Murdoch Avenue. Having procured an awning rope prior to their said visit, the young men proceeded to lasso a bovine falias, cowl. Ceremoniously they conducted the cow to Sixteenth and Market Streets. Having learned that the coast was clear, they dragged out the cow. But-Whoa! About Face! The cow! Moo! Cow! Moo! The State Cops came out, too! Scared as Coo-Coos, the boys escorted by the Cops and accom- panied by the cow, paid another visit and returned the cow to its mama. We have never heard what was the price of the ransom-may be the milkman knows. Dispite the facts that the efforts of the Senior I's have failed so far, we wish to relate the results of their Flag attacks. One sedate and chubby, laboriously built Black fellow, aspiring to be a preacher, ascended a ladder placed to the roof at the rear of the building, and had succeeded in removing the Senior Flag from its celestial bearings, when behold, we had a friend-otherwise Bill, the janitor-who comniandeered the aforesaid Black Brother to replace the Senior Flag-said act WAS DID. Early that same morning a Senior arose from his downy couch and donated to the sidewalks of P. H. S. a number of whitewash signs, but Bill, our friend, the janitor, also arose from His downy couch, and did bescrub the signs from their cemential resting place. With these kind few remarks, having passed the high points of this graduating class, we wish to state: The Flu Class flew in, , The Flu Class fle,w out, But when the Flu Class flew in, The Flu flew out. But as the Flu Class flies out The Flu comes in without a doubt. j'L '!5wPYu'nce ss . s 3 .fri . 1f.' 'Q' 'Q -, vi-- fi . ' ' 2 'JV H jfiiffgl M lil l I, .I ' . lui!! L-' MEF q 1 i3awl', w lx!! iv 3 f 6 .fxllgilcwg l r Q9 I, ll! il :yt 1 ' WW l l flu, ll v -, l J S!! l , wwf! i !! f f X fllllilff 'S ff , '11 , F I I, IL'-4' fi A Q Twenty-Five

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.CCEL Q-SS HIST RY! Twenty years have passed since I was graduated from dear old P. H. S. and yet the contents of this Memory Book bring back very vividly the glorious days of those four years I spent there. ' Ah! Here is a picture of our so-called influenza class. ,The same young hopefuls who were graduated from Junior High on that bleak and cold February of 1919. Though, however bleak the weather, we Were not daunted in spirit, and, young hopefuls that we Were, we entered P. H. S. along with the rank and file, only as poor, little green freshies by the high and mighty Sophomores. Why, here is dear Elizabeth McCluer, familiarally known as VVee, Wee, with her crown of golden curls caught by .a pirky bow, and here is long-legged Bill Higgins, clad in knee trousers, looking as awkward as he most likely felt. Who is this shy and serious- looking little fellow, beside him? Ah! That's Harry Holliday, who became our Senior' Class President. This picture of our Sophomore English CIR Party which was held in the Gymnasium under the delightful pervision of Miss Stewart recalls a very happy evening, spent in playing games and performing various stunts. How well I remember Our Romeo, James Feeney, looking staringly at pretty little Gertrude Ruppel and Mildred Martin, as quiet as Il' Pensorosoj' thinking of one Philip Jenkins. Here are some of my friends over in this corner of the picture, Mary McClung, Julia Welch and Doris Keenan, what a difference. From scared-looking, little pig-tailed girls they have developed into regular Happers with even shorter dresses, their tresses bobbed and elaboratly curled, and the first appearance of powder on their noses. Ah! What is this-a picture of that nightmare of a Junior- Senior Banquet. Our class, by this time, had attained the exalted position of Juniors and had eagerly looked forward to this impor- tant event. How I remember what a wild time We had to get someone to be our sponsor and receive guests and people to make toasts. Oh! How furious some of the class were when they arrived at the banquet only to find that the seating plan had been changed and they were not to sit by their Romeos. But in spite of the ups and downs, the banquet proved a glorious success. In this picture of the State Champion Football Team of 1921 are many members of our class of Whom we are justly proud. Here is Captain McHenry, who rarely missed kicking goal, and the fieet halfback Julian Murrin, usually the star of the game. There's Johnny Hushion, how I remember those long, drawn out speeches in Chapel, and there's Hobie, Prince of Belpre, with his shock of hair decorating his forehead, and who's this,-why none other Twenty-Six than Chunkie Murrin, I wonder if he still uses the polished lan- guage he used on special occasions when talking to Miss Bonnie? Oh! Here is our Freak Day Picture! What happy girls and boys We were on that day, garbed in Fairy Tale costumes, raiding the rooms and chasing madly through the corridors. Our Freak Day Program held in the Auditorium, which portrayed Hans Ander- son's much loved fairy tales, was conceded by many to be the best program in many years. Well, well, who are these? None other than our an- cient order of faculty. This sweet- faced lady is Miss Dora Rogers, who was an endeared member of the faculty for nearly a score of years before our class came under her supervision. The excellent English used by our generation is due to her kind and careful attention. Here, I notice a cheerful face-who can it be? Why, Miss Bess Anderson, of course, who always had a smile for everyone. Will I ever forget how she toiled long and hard, taking time from her own interests to help our Senior Class in its innumerable difficulties. Here beside her is our beloved sponsor, Miss Bonnie Kerr, whose sweet and gentle manner endeared her to everyone. Oh! There's C. J. Quick, though a professor of physics and mathematics, at heart a real wizard and magician. Well do I remember one day in Geometry Class when he gave us a demonstra- tion of sword-swallowing much to the delight of those who hadn't their class work prepared. I see here, standing side by side, Miss Merriman and Miss Cox, who struggled hard to make Latin and Spanish perculate through our dull craniums. The prominent igure in the front of the picture was the honored principal of Parkers- burg High School, Mr. John Stewart. This last picture is our Senior Class of seventy-one august-look- ing figures clad in cap and gown, looking serious and dignified. Their happy High School days which were filled with work, struggles and much pleasure, were over and they were then ready to enter college or the business world. To us were given hands to do Beautiful things, lovely and true. To us were given feet to tread Down lowliest paths-love spread. To us was given one great mind To help dumb beasts and all mankind, To us was given one great God To know and love and always laud.