Randolph High School - Vergisz Mein Nicht Yearbook (Randolph, OH)

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VERGISZ'-MEIN-NIGHT such .arguments are not now heard, and practically every parent con- cedes 'the great handicap which his child suffers in the race of life without 'the common school .educa- tion, and does his best to furnish his child with it. So, in the future, the high school education for your child will be as much in demand to iit him to cope with conditions successfully as the common school education is at present. Witness the demand in a number of the professions, that all applicants for entrance to these professions must be graduates of first grade high schools before they are allowed to present themselves to boards of examiners for the cre- dentials which permit them to be practitioners. Notice the prefer- ence given in such institutions as the National Cash Register to the graduates of first grade high schools. You certainly have not failed to observe the passing of the day when he, of whom nothing else can be made, may be made a farmer. No other business so needs the broadly educated man as does farming. So in every line of human activity. As one who has profited in every way by my high school course, I crave for every boy and girl of Randolph Township a better high school education than it Was my privilege to get, which may be got- ten for only the cost of attendance and, studious application in your splendid institution at Englewood. Respectfully submitted, A. A. MAYSILLES. NONSENSE FROM AN OLD GRAD. Iowa State College, Ames, Iowa, April 13, 1916. Dear Randolph Township I High School: Just come here a minute and lis- ten to what one of the old boys has to tell you. I wone't keep you long, either. I have to write you a letter because your superintend- ent, one Campbell, has written to me, saying that you are getting out a book and need something near fifty pages to fill it, and if I will, please, write something to fill part of them. Just because it has been four- teen years since I entered high school and ten since I graduated, some of you think I am one of the old boys, I suppose. Well, I am sure that some of you were not yet born in 1902, but just remember that William J. Bryan and Teddy R. Will have two more times to run for President before I am 30. When some of the really old boys like John Berry, Harvey Moist and Ed. Sinks think of me, they look at me as one of the youngsters. When one is so far away from home that he does not even know whether any of the Rasor girls are married yet, or whether or not the S. B. L. is still meeting, it is hard to write something that would be of general interest. I might tell you about some of the old days, of how Frank Miller and I used to sit out in front, make fun of the girls, and plan how we were going to wstudy law and go into partnership

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VERGISZ,-MEIN-N1C,H11 A. A. MAYSILLES Superintendent of Montgomery County Schools A HIGH SCHOOL EDUCATION A few years ago it was quite common to have in the community successful men and women who could not read or write. In fact, sometimes they were among the township officers, strange as that may seem now, and frequently they were among the so-called well-to-do class, money lenders, x large land owners, business men, etc. This is not mentioned with the thought of reiiecting upon them, for in most instances they were unschooled because of the lack of opportunity to get school- ing, an education as we call it. In those days such examples were pointed out as proof that the common school education was not needed, if not really harmful. But

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VERGISZ-MEIN-NICHT together. I might tell for the first time the real story of the founding of the C. M. A., the wonderful boys' lodge that was organized in the spring of 1904, but if I did, I would never dare come back home again. I might tell about how one of the boys walked to Happy Corner to take home a girl from meeting and she had the nerve to say, No, thank you, papa's here tonight. I might disclose the secret of where Wilbur Lucas used to find all of the big words which he used when he talked-but you see, Wilbur is a friend of mine and I do not want to give him away. I might tell how Frank Miller baptized a cat one night-but it would never do to tell in print. No, I take it that this book you are getting out is not to be a scandal sheet. I do want to tell you that the things you do today and this year and during your high school career are the things that will stay with you all your life. This very morn- ing, and every morning, I went thru a set of gymnastic exercises- and they are not the ones that a high salaried instructor taught me at the University. They are the ones that Prof. I-I. W. Mumma made us do back in 1903. Well do I remember how I used to go out in the cow pasture and practice them in the evening, while mother milked the Jersey cow. This winter I bought a victrola, and one of the first records I bought with it was a song, Beau- tiful Isle of Somewhere. I bought it because it was in the old red song book that was used in high school when I was a freshman, and be- cause one of the girls, now dead, used to sing it so prettily. Last night I sat down to the piano in the dusk to play, and before long, without noticing what I was play- ing, I was pounding out a piece of music that I played as a piano solo at the high school literary society in 1905. Sunday morning last I walked for miles in the woods, hunting for a wild iiower, the name of which I learned in the course in botany I had in 1902 in high school. And sometimes, when lights burn low, and an old bachelor sits by his fire and dreams, what pic- tures come to his mind? Not col- lege scenes, not college faces, but the vision of a rosy-cheeked girl with a white sailor suit, an anchor worked on the left arm, and tied in front with a red cord. Down in the bottom of my old trunk is her picture, just as she looked that day at the high school picnic at Over- look Park - I have forgotten whether it was in 1903 or 1904. I'd like to tell you more, but, you see, her husband can run faster than I can. I Cherish' your high school days. Make the most of them. There will be born in your brains all of your ambitions in life. There it was that I got the idea that I would go to college and try to be great in this world. One time Harvey Moist, home from college, came to visit high school, and the thing that im- pressed me was that his trousers were creased. Right there was born in me the ambition to go to college, too, and wear trousers that