Delta High School - Del Hi Yearbook (Delta, OH)

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Senior Class History The History of (he Senior Class, from the day we first called ourselves Freshmen until the close of the Senior year, has been one long routine of labor, tilled with joys and sorrows, which go to make up school life. Voltaire has said, “Life is thick sown with thorns,” but since there can be no Iborn without a rose we have been glad to accept the thorns in order t« scent the few roses. How could we help but remember that day on which we began our High School career! It was in that memorable year in 1907 when many school buildings were condemned and ordered closed for want of proper tire escapes. There was a little strife on and the Board of Education, not to be outgeneraled by the city mayor, opened High School in the city hall on time. What a delightful time we had, sitting around under shade trees, studying our lessons, pausing now and then to listen to the autumn song of a robin or a blackbird overhead. All was joy and oh, how we wished school would be like that always. But alas! we poor Freshmen that year learned our lesson well. Too, that self-same year marked the advent of a new high school teacher, and we all were interested to know just what she looked like and what she would teach. It is true that “a new broom sweeps clean,” for there was a great flocking to her German classes, but shade tree study and German did not go well together and soon after school tea parties” for lax German students became very popular. The new high school rooms and building was opened about Thanksgiving time in our Freshman year, and we were truly thankful for such pleasant and convenient quarters. At the organization of our class the first officers were elected and the class colors, violet and cream, were chosen which have been loyally supported for four years. In the fall of the year 1909, we began our Sophomore year. We were no longer “Green Freshies” but were sturdy Sophomores determined to fight our own battles. But alas! this year was saddened by the Angel of Death entering our ranks, selecting one of our most beloved and loyal classmates Evalvn Knapp. During the winter of this year, Paul Wales, then a member of the class, invited us to his home for a social evening. As there was snow, we thought it would only be proper to go in a bob sled but the snow melted a great deal during the day and consequently the boys had to walk home in order

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MARION MANN—“Squire. English German Course. Philomathean Literary Society. Flag Master Class 2. Verily, verily, Isay unto you. I shall die a bachelor. ONEITA McQUILLIN—“ Nita English German Course. President of Philomathean Literary Society 3 and 4. President of Class 3. I she not passing fair. VERE RITCHIE—“Rox. Latin German Course. Amphictyonic Literary Society. Transferred from Gibsonburg High School. Then he will talk, ye gods, how he will talk.

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 that the girls might ride, but the boys were loyal and said, “The good time we had was well worth walking for.’’ We commenced our Junior year in high spirits. Our number was growing smaller. Many of our best and most influential classmates moved away. This year was chiefly made up of strifes between the Seniors and we Juniors. We had been enemies since our Freshman days and we kept up the fight until the very last minute on commencement night. We have always been gallant lighters. There was great excitement in the High School one Monday morning when we came to school and all of our books were gone. Our class was unjustly charged of the theft but the books were found in the garret and no one could find out the guilty persons. Last, but not least, our Senior year. This year proved to be our most successful and also the busiest. Fred Thompson was unanimously elected president. The motto, “For life we learn,” was adopted by the class anil tins made us feel more than ever that we were dignified Seniors and would soon be cast out upon that great sea of life to struggle for ourselves. The remainder of our school days are numbered. We shall soon leave the dear old school we have learned to think of as a home but we shall always hold in mind the memory of our kind teachers, the 1). H. S., and our dear friends and classmates. F. H. L.