Rayen School - Rayen Yearbook (Youngstown, OH)

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mhz Rupert Breath ' , 43x he had his bare foot grounded on the base of the engine, the shock he got knocked him safely across the ditch into a nice soft hay field. All North Lima could hear us coming, while we were still a mile or so down the road, and were out in full force to watch us as we swayed madly past with staring eyes, drawn and haggard faces, and grim, set jaws. Away down the road we could see a horse and buggy go- ing slowly down the hill, and we fervently prayed that it would turn into a lane before 'we reached it, as we could never expect to pass a fear-frantic horse on such a narrow road without in- jury to ,some one. - VVhen the shattering reports from our exhaust reached the driver's ears, he gave us a frightened glance, and then whipped up his horse, and headed for the nearest lane, which was almost a mile away, and we were only three-quarters of a mile behind him. The Mary Ann slowed down considerably as we went up the hill, and around the curve at the top, but still she was going too fast for us to jump off in safety. Vlfe started down the long, steep hill, and commenced to overhaul' the flying steed and his swaying buggy so rapidly that it seemed as though they were standing still. Vtfe left Enos at the next corner, which was at the bottom of the hill, and whizzed past the horse and buggy just as the horse whirled into the lane, overturning the buggy and throwing the man into the fence corner. NVe left the road just the other side of Greenford, and came to a halt against the soft side of a large oak tree. Tl1e doctor says that there are no bones broken, and that Adin and I will be able to walk in a few weeks. There are some men trying to dig the engine out of the ground, but I don't think we want it any more. - Harold Goodrich-, ,24. -1- 4- -if 'RAYEN Rayen! School, institution, hope, incarnation of ideal! Alma Mater of my youth, of my expanding mind and soul- You are dear to meg always cherished be with affections real Enshrined in my veneration, soul-deep, mind-full and heart- whole. - Noble Mother, I thank you. Thou didst teach me Noblesse Oblige. . Rcjanc Philo, '23. I3 xii v l l I l i l

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430 01313: ikapzn Recnrh and such an astonished look came over his face when he saw our flying contraption bearing down on him that we would have laughed had not our own predicament been so serious. VVhen we were almost upon him, the driver pulled over into .sv X X- '--f W f- 4:---if -. X i M- - S xg X jf! --We left Enos at the Next Corner. H r an-n the ditch, and, as we passed him with a roar and a clatter, he swore terribly,ivolubly, and earnestly. Wle had no gas control, no brakes, no switch, so Clin de- cided the only way to stop the uhornswoggled thing was to break the spark wire, He laid his hand on the wire, and, as

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432 Ghz iiapen itennrn Rayen Heroes F gf OETS, for countless ages, have praised heroes. Com- 5 posers have dedicated rousing songs to heroes. Everywhere are beautiful monuments in memory of if A ME l1eroes. The pages of history are full of heroes. Even our own newspapers glare with vivid' accounts of heroic deeds and-heroes! , b I . . Ah, but there is an old prover w rich states that the world knows nothing of its greatest Every morning, regardless of heroes meet at Central Square, Magnificent Green Bussesf' sacrifices which take place in men. And oh, how true it is! rain or snow, the world's real and ride up to Rayen School in The heroic deeds and supreme these green busses, morning after morning, are beyond human description. 'The gentle reader would be moved to tears, and possibly wring- his hands in agony could he but only imagine these touching scenes. Verily, they could melt a heart of stone! g Yet how many persons in this wide world have ever heard of these perilous rides? Wie have all read of Paul Revere's famous ride: and my, how we marvelled at Kit Carson's thrill- ing escape from the yawning jaws of deathg and do you re- member how you were overcome with emotion at the Charge of the Light Brigade? But why, oh why, are these men he- roes??? They have accomplished their deeds only once, and thus achieved undying fame, while our own Rayen Knights ride the untamed green busses every' morning! Oh death, where is thy sting? America has been referred to as the Great Melting Potf' In that case the green busses maybe called the Green Boiling Pots . It is in these pots that class distinction is completely forgotten. Here Seniors, Juniors, Sophomores, and Fresh- men all rub shoulders together, and cheerfully step over one another. lt is not an uncommon sight to see a Senior attempt- ing to retain his lordly dignity while a Freshman is perched upon his shoulders, a Junior's elbows are deeply pressed into those haughty ribs, and a Sophomore is firmly planted on his feet. Can anyone disprove that all four are heroes? And still no praise is forthcoming, and no monuments are being erected. Yes, it is true, the world knows nothing of its greatest men. , Red Gossoff, '23.