Piqua Central High School - Piquonian Yearbook (Piqua, OH)

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'lass rophecy tN0'l'l'I.4'I'lie following is taken from Mr. G. ll. l5ull's Personal Recollections. Mr. Bull is too well known as the President of the Interoecan Monorail Vompany ' ' ' ' 1 ' ' ' ' ' ' ' 4 ' l' Yf l's health which to need any il had been impaired by too close application to business.-'I'he I'Iditor.j had just come up from the south, and one bright spring morning found myself seated on a bench in a park in Piqua, my old home city. As I was sitting there I noticed a card which announced a game of base hall between Piqua IIigh School and some other school whose name I have forgotten. The sight of the name of Piqua High School brought memo- ries of my own happy care-free days in that institution, and somehow I got to thinking of my class mates who graduated with me in 1911. I became so occupied in trying to remember that I completely forgot my business, for, I believe, the first time, and did not think of it again until I had found all of the class. , At first I did not know how to find them, for I did not want any one to know who I was. lVhile I was trying to devise a plan by which my incog- nito would not be discovered. a gust of wind blew a paper in front of me. I picked it np. and the first thing I saw was a cartoon showing a woman with a large pair of scissors and a large blue pencil, seated at a table and marking up a bundle of papers. It was drawn by Rodger Emmert and represented Elizabeth Boyer who had just been elected to the position of ofiicial critic. At once I saw a way to find out what I wanted: I decided to look thru the newspapers and in that way to find all I could about the class. This pleasant form of recreation occupied me several weeks, and I believe I en- joyed myself as much then as at any time in my entire career as a tramp. One of the first papers I picked up contained an article written by hliss Boyer criticising the l'rosecut.ing Attorney for not doing his duty. Her criticisms were just as strong and scathing, as they always were, and as usual a little over drawn, for she accused Martha Gano of being a boss. I will admit that Martha always was just a little bossy but I don't think that she would do all that Elizabeth said she did. However when I saw that the object. of her criticism, the l'rosccuting Attorney, was Ray Levering, I knew itroduction to our readers. Let it be sufficient to say that the incidents described here, octurrm d while lu was a tramp, tr nc mg or u that something would happen if he took her advice and started an investi- gation. Another person who had become prominent in politics N was iNIabel Dill. She was running for some office or other, A. and I thought that she would make it until I heard that x I Raymond Piper was campaigning for her. VVindy was I just like he used to be. He could defeat anything by ar- A guing for it. wir,pr'P1l l- Just at this time VVarren Breidenbach was in the lime light, and there was a great discussion about him. The question was in regard to his sanity: he claimed to have perfected an automatic orchestra, and his friends hailed him as a genius while his enemies said that he was crazy and ought to be locked up. I learned that several of the class were in business. Donald Miller, who had been the manager of the PI- QUONlAN,,' was managing a business of his own, but no one, not even himself, knew what kind. Marion Bailey, our class treasurer, was the treasurer of several corporations and was making good use of the training he received earlier in life. Others were also profiting from their training in sehoolg Ruth Brown and Irene Hockenberry were united in a firm of commercial chemists, working together, I sup- pose as they did in tl1e chemistry class in school, and I wondered when I saw their advertisement if they had ever ' finished McPherson and Henderson's lab. Manualg Cleo Walkup, who always had so much trouble with her hair, was helping others in her hair dressing establishmentg and Helen Simon had become a beauty doctor.

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1 ,7.,.F,v ,.XL ,A ront of the high school building. Then, again, the editor-in-chief and most of the staff 'of the PIQUONIAN were chosen from the Senior class, all of them have done their work well. Two new musical organizations, the Glee Clubs, have drawn members from our class this year. In the debate between Greenville High School and P. H. S., three 1911 boys proved to be very good debaters. Moreover, a Girls' Athletic'Association has been formed in the high school and therefore the Senior girls have had the privilege of entering somewhat into athletics. While thus we have been enjoying all these things and have been studying hard, at the same time we have not failed to miss several of our class-mates whom we have lost from our number. During this year three pupils have left school and one has moved to California and is attending school there. Now there are thirty-three pupils who have reached Commencement Day, the time to which we have looked forward for many years, the time when we should complete our high school course. We stop now and think if we really have gained that for which we have been striving these four years, an education that will fit us for other duties, when each one will, perhaps, take up a different field of work. We stand on Commencement Day, happy, because we have all the opportunities of the future before us, yet sad, because we have closed the happy days of our high school life. MARGARET COATE, 'l1. 6 . ,- HR X Q 4. xii ' 5' ,- :J 1 NJ: H 4, .3 H gL f il ' ' . ffg-,D X ...iff '4,: l ,, S - AA,..'A'K' Hy. ., ,1Ds::g::e-lit' f .:EE.!:F:q,4.f9:, . 1 L-

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Fay Norton, keeping up the record he made in Rhetoricals, was writing short stories. I started to read one, but it was like all he ever wrote, too highly impossible and bloodcurdling. There were others in the class who were writing: F. M. Thompson, that is Marie Thompson, was writing detec- tive stories, Emma Buchanan was impoverishing the literature with such books as The Drummer's Daughter , Marie Hartshorn had written ten volumes trying to explain the German language to high school and college students, while Mary Grosvenor was deep in a discussion of Mathematics. A number of the class had become public speakers: they were Rebecca Hancock, who was still trying to expound the intricacies of popular govern- ment to the peopleg Albert Dankworth, who had become world famous as a debater and who seemed to have debated so much that it affected his brain, for he was going to debate the question, Resolved, that I am able to debate that I can debate, Margaret Coate, who spoke loud enough to be heard as long as the room in which '-- she spoke was not over twenty feet square, and Earl 5414 W 1'4'l4f Von Bargen who had become a minister. I started to read one of his sermons but it was too deep for me. It was against dancing, and just below it, was an advertisement of a class in aesthetic dancing taught by Vernie Mollman. The advertisements proved to be a valuable help to me, for from them I found that Boneita Deming had established a new department store. hav- ing had some experience in this line while still in school. Susanna Elliott who, as I remember, always had a great fondness for mathematics had become a civil engineer. Ruth Louis, who was always calm and quiet and the last person one would suspect of going up in the air, was running a line of aero- planes. Two of the class had become actors, or at least one, Norma McCally had done so, the other, Chester Hawley, although he claimed to be one, was, as I found out by reading a program of the play in which he appeared, to be found amont the citizens, soldiers, servants, etc., and probably had two lines to say in a mob scene. ' Ransley Bateman had established an agency, renting out beaus and Sweethearts, and Perkins Roe invented a new kind of tobacco which he warranted to be perfectly harmless and to contain no canibus Indica. I asked him about it, but when he found out who I'was, he, as an old friend, advised me not to try it, he had used it a while and it had caused him to lose considerable flesh, so that he was not quite so fat as he was in school. The last two of the class were not so easy to find for they had gone to Africa, as missionaries. They were Florence Kiefer and Emma Roeser. They had good intentions, but one day so the story goes, they got into a discussion over a certain passage of Goethe's Herman and Dorothea and wandered off. When they were found they were brought back to America where I found them in a sanatorium. When I asked to see them I was told that I might go in providing I did not say anything about Germany or speak in the German tongue. l HAROLD BULL, 'll. Ye: .sf :W seas-W if Q' . :' j xai , g -:' xg!