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

 - Class of 1911

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.xl ,az at 12g.-y1prws'wr5yvfTg?vagZ1wy'5Eg31gg-f1-ag1-Qg,i5,3-,W .V. fully out. He came to where we girls were trying to collect ourselves, and senses too, and, with tears rolling down his whitened cheeks, asked in a choked voice if we were all right. On discovering that nothing seriously ailed us, we all got out as best we could, and went around to view the front end of the machines. T wo men were the only occupants of the other car, and as soon as they could, they came running up to us apologizing and doing all in their power to comfort ns. But the thought of the thing-we were miles and miles from home with a broken down machine. We were desperate, it was getting later in the morning, and that night was our graduating night and we had no way to get home! I tell you it was no pleasant experience. We had to get home some way, but how, no one knew. It nearly broke our hearts to look at the cars, as they stood there in the road, the front part of one buried into the other. Somehow, the time seemed to slip away, and by the sun, we could tell it was nearly noon, but we had not as yet thought of a means to get home. One farm house was in sight, but the driver on going up to it to inquire for a horse and wagon, found the farm deserted. Something had to be done, and done quickly, too. And let me tell you what We did. One of the men noticed two old row boats down on the river banks, pulled way up on the shore. Of course you know the idea that struck us, for the river ran through our home town. It was not long until the men had "launched" the boats. But we had not thought of oars until now, and there were none. Anyway, we had to get along somehow, so we found old branches of trees that we hoped would help us some what, as the river was shallow. We all managed to get in, and find places to sit. The men pushed off from shore and we moved slowly down the current, that was one thing in our favor. We were traveling down stream. Then the thought struck us which strange to say had not come to our minds before, what did the people at home think? What did they think ,4 .3 3 .st,,j,,,.A, Q. , had become of us? They probably were out looking, but they would never think of coming here. A Our ride was uneventful. VVe sat mournfully and thought of the ac- cident of the two machines we had deserted. The hours wore on, and we were more frightened and more hungry every minute. About half past five we began to recognize the surroundings, and knew that at least, we were nearing home. To add to our discomfort, the boat in which I was, struck a snag, and stuck, stalk still. Nothing worse could have happened. The agony and suspense was now maddening. The sun was fast sinking in the west, and there we were stuck in the middle of the river. After about fifteen minutes hard tugging by the other boat we gradually moved off. We now decided that the best thing to do would be to land, and walk the rest of the Way home. Having landed, we went through woods and crossed small streams until we came to the pike. What were the home folks thinking, we wondered. I knew mother must be frantic. Well, to make a long story short, we reached town fifteen minutes after seven. We separated and hurried to our homes, the two men going with Catherine to see her father about the machine accident. VVhen I reached home, you can imagine what I had to go through. Tears flowed and ques- tions had to be answered but there was no time to be lost for it already was half past seven and I was supposed to be at the hall at that time. VVith everybody helping me, I rushed into my clothes, donned my cap and gown, and departed for the hall with a wildly beating heart. Then everything grew hazy and dim, and I could hear voices calling my name loudly. Some one was shaking me gently by the shoulder, and it was then that I realized my wild experience had all been a dream and that mother was patiently entreating me to arise and remember the great im- portance of the day. I arose with a load lifted from my heart, happy at the bright prospects of the day before me, and the thought that my wild experience was not true. ' ELIZABETH BUYER, '11. XX X ! VI f " GXYID " C9 f f ie.

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lVIy Experience on the Day I Graduated - SHALL never forget, though I live to be as old as Methusalaeh, the odd experience I encountered on the day I graduated from High School. I awoke that morning by the first chirps of the earliest birds, with a foreboding resting heavily on my heart. You know how it feels, you know there is something to happen-but for the life of you,you can not think what it is. I turned over and managed to open my eyes a wee crack. I could see the sun was rising in the east, and I knew too, that it must be a most beautiful sunrise, for even the light in my room was a soft, roseate color. I lay there quietly for a few minutes, not trying to think what was worrying me. but bravely trying to keep my stubborn eyes open. Then it flashed upon me, why how could I have forgotten it for one minute? This was the day I was to graduate from High School! The biggest. grandest day of my life! I was instantly awake. The thought flashed over my whole being like an electrical shock. I sat up in bed and pushed my hair back a.nd thought for a few minutes. My school days were over. Never again would I sit in that dear old assembly room and giggle behind my hand, nor see all the boys and girls every time the classes changed, nor get sent to the office, nor be watched by teachers until I nearly went crazy, nor run up Ash street three steps to every tap of the last bell. nor practice again with the High School orchestra, nor, worst of all. ever feel again that I belonged there. Well. I had to make the best of it, despite the pangs that went through my heart. I knew that I might as well dress and take a walk. I could not bear to lie there and think. I stole carefully out of the house, for it was yet too early for any one to have awakened. I went out on the porch and looked at the morning sky. which was a fiame of brilliant colors. Slowly I made my way down the front steps and out a street that followed a short cut to the country. I must have walked an hour along that curving, dusty, country road. drinking in the cool morning air with unbounded pleasure, for I was always a healthy girl, and nothing pleased me more than to get deep into nature. Just as I was about to turn and pursue a round-about way home, I heard the husky "honk" of a machine. Much to my surprise, the machine, which was huge in size and one of the finest and best equipped of that day, slowed gracefully down, and in a minute I was able to recognize that it be- longed to one of my best friends. She herself with a few of the other mem- bers of our particular "crowd", was sitting in the back seat. "You are the very girl we are looking for," cried Catherine. "VVe went around to your house and "honked,' loudly, but the maid came sleepily out on the porch, after about ten minutes of our racket, and told us 'Miss Helen had gone out for her morning walk.' Come on, get right ing we're going to spin over to the next town and get home before breakfast." I was more than glad to climb in and rest in the comfortable seat, for, having walked farther than usual, I was beginning to feel fatigued. With an indescribably beautiful movement, the monster machine slid forward. The air that blew against ourcheeks was softas satin, and a feeling passed over me, such as only a smoothly moving contrivance of that sort can give one. The main topic of our conversation. of course, was the commencement exer- cises to be held that evening, for my friends also were to graduate. Almost before we had time to realize it, we were gliding down the main street of the village, which was still peaceful in the early morning. VVe were all too happy to think of going directly home, so we finally decided to go a round-about road that wound in and out along the river banks. I can remember every foot of that road as distinctly as if it were but yesterday. The sun which was slowly rising in the blue skies, peeped through the newly leaved trees, and on little delicate spring flowers that had been bathed with dew. We were riding along the river now, and the sight of the clear water and the new life of nature around about us was never to be forgotten. I remember well, we were coming to a short turn in the narrow road. The driver slowed down to be able to make it. Just as we were rounding the curve, to our horror, another huge machine stared at us, and came madly 011. Before anything could be done to stop the machines, there was a terrible crash, a breaking of glass, a dull, sickening feeling in my head, and a fright- ful jar that almost knocked us uncanscious, and,-it was all over. None of us had been thrown from the car, but the force with which we hit the seats had almost stunned us. Then, too, a terriHc steam was rising from the mashed radiators of the collided machines. It is needless to tell you the thoughts and feelings and pains that were surging madly through our bodies. But the first thing that I noticed was that the front end of the machine went down as if the wheels were bent off. The driver was the first to climb pain-

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How Rose Came to Graduate " OES ANY ONE know any thing about Rose Colbert?" inquired Miss Reed. the English teacher, one morning. No one knew or at least no one answered, so the matter was dropped. lint that evening after school was dismissed, Miss Reed passing the office saw Rose talking to the superintendent, so waited until she came out. "Why were you not in school today Rose?" she asked. The girl's lips quivered. and she waited a moment before she spoke, then she said quietly. "I am going to stop school." "What! when you are so nearly finished? It is only about two months now until you graduate." "Yes I realize that." returned ltose, her eyes filling. "But mother is sick and I must care for her: then we haven't money enough to keep me here, I think I have been very selfish to remain here as long as I have, when mother had to work so hard to keep me here, Sometimes she would work all day iu the mill, then sewed until midnight to make a little extra money. Now she is ill through this same work, so I must not complain at having to give up my school. lint I must go to her now, or she will miss me." After Rose wa.s gone, the teacher stood for a long time, thinking. It seemed a shame that the girl must go when she was so nearly through the High School, for she was a bright girl, eager for an education. and always ready for any difficulty that presented itself. Here she was handling this situation as calmly as any knotty algebra problem, seeing her way clearly, knowing her duty and doing it cheerfully. After a little while. Mr. Atkins, the superintendent, came out of his office and seeing Miss Reed asked, " Did Rose tell you she was leaving school? " "Yes," answered the teacher, "but I do wish she would change her mindg she surely could remain for such a short time," "No," he replied, "from what she said they must be in very poor cir- cumstances. The poor girl told me her story, and it was a very sad one in- deed. It seems that her father died some time ago. Before this time they had been, I believe. very comfortably situated, but the father was ill a long iime, so that after he was buried there was nothing left. The mother went tnto the mill and did sewing on the outside, this, together with insufficient food brought on her illness. I suppose it has been a hard struggle all the way through, to keep Rose in school and she is compelled to go to work, so must give up her dearest desire. " When he had finished, tears stood in the kind hearted teacher's eyes. "Oh," she cried, "don't you suppose we could help her in some way?" I can not bear to let her go without some assistance." Mr. Atkins studied for a while, "NVell," he said slowly, "I will see what can be done." When Rose left Miss Reed, she walked slowly home with a very sad heart. "Oh,', she thought, "if I could only finish up these two months, I could take the teaeher's examination and perhaps get a position. But what's the use of grieving over it? If mother sees that I have been crying, it will only make her worse." So when she went to her mother's bed-side there was a faint attempt at a smile on her lips. "VVhere have you been so long?" asked Mrs. Colbert fretfully. "Only over to the school a moment, mother." replied Rose. "I went over to tell M r. Atkins that I could not attend school any longer." "Not go to school any longer! why that will never do," exclaimed the mother. 6'But mother there is no more money, and we owe a large doctor bill now, I am going over to the mill tomorrow to see if I can get your place. U "Oh! I can not bear to see my little girl give up nowg you know what nice plans we had always made for you to teach, and I will soon be better now." Rose did not answer for she knew very well that her mother would never be nmch better, and that no matter how much she was opposed there was only one thing to be done. Early the next morning she went to the mill, inquired for the manager and found him in his inner office. "I am Rose Colbert," she said timidly, after he had shown her a ehair,"You will remember that my mother has been employed here for some time, but she is ill now." "Hem, Colbert, Colbertg yes, to be sure I remember Mrs. Colbert. So you are her daughter? I have heard her speak of you. You are to grad- uate this year I believe?" "I thought so until recently," answered Rose, "but I find I must give it up. I have come today to see if you have a place for me here." "Why I heard that you were very anxious to get an education." "Oh, indeed I do want an education, but mother is ill and the doctor says she will never be much better, so I must get some money, that she may have what she needs."

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