Rutherford B Hayes High School - Delhi Yearbook (Delaware, OH)

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i 1 MDELl'II'IQ5ZL X 1 t r i Seniors' Lament EONS ago a school rose from the soil That even yet remains the house of toil. For years her halls resounded with the song Of Latin, learning, and the tarduy gong. Classesfmany elasseslcame and went, Each one of whom a mellow memory lent. Anon the Class of ThirtyfTwo stole in, A humhle lot of Freshmen, out to win. For more than half a year the school was filled With these who stepped aside as others willed. But to the ancient building that could know Of nothing but that classes come, then go, T.he fumbling Freshmen no more glory brought Than if they never had her entrance sought. But then she hurnt, and only ruin left, XVith knowledge of her ancient home bereft. The greedy flames had crept, unseen, unheard, And had expelled the lovely learned bird. But half the ruin stood and still lived on, And grew in spirit, but the bodyfwan: In scholarship she rose and gained renown, And rare rewards in sports enhanced her gown. Yet with ruin was her face distorted, While the Freshmen in her halls disported-- A year rolled by, and Sophomores they became, And soon the school began to hear their fame. Another year passed on, and yet they found No wondrous structure rising from the ground. Next year we'll have a building, to he sure, Sanguine sages of the school assure. But, hold! Not here, but here, it shall be built, Cry wrangling justers, girding for the tilt. The architects were chosen, Contracts let: The sages seemed about to pay their debt. It looked as if the Seniors in their year Would see the finished school they held so dear. But horrors! New sagacious solons sit, Who scrutinize the contract hit by bit. Tho' heaven and earth may fall, they jointly say We cannot let this contract pass tofdayf' And so the Seniors soon will graduateg The building, but begun, will be too late. They who with spirit sought the solemn doors, Of that great ruin where good Knowledge soars, Have lost the honor and renown and due Which they, by justice, are entitled to. -Frederick Norwood

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2 l K iDEI.l'lI'IQ5Zl I l r rf l Construction of cellophnne mirrors, May 4 Delhi Staff V I'll tell you tz seeret- I ctin rctnl tuortls of one letter! Isnt tlztit grtmd?' fr 21 -1 , 1, 1 lhl lf 4'-:nz-Elm! I l PnP- rn El 'A N THiS issue ol' the Delhi an attempt has heen made to depart completely lroin heaten paths and time honored customs, and to produce an annual unlike any ever helore pohlished. Out- standing among the innovations which will he liound throughout this hook are the new size, desirahle not only lor the greatest nuinher ol pages ever contained in a Dt-Ilzi hut lor its convenience and heatity of proportiong the expensive cover, designed especially lor our use: the elahoratc theme, which einhraces nearly every detail of the hook, instead of heing confined to division pages and hordersg the professional art work, done expressly for the Delhig the unusual pictures. showing each group in action1 the complete re'arrangeinent of the hook, and the grouping ol' seniors at their own requests: the heaoty contest, lirst ever conducted in Delaware High School: and finally, the hninoroos newspaper, complete with illustrations and atlvertising. It is the hope ol' the stall, and ol the Editor, who is responsihle lor most ol these new features, that this volume will ineet with the approval of every stlnlent and lriend ol the school. In lalazing new trails it is virtually inipossihle to attain perfection, and the radical changes have hrought with thein inany nnloreseen dilliciilties, not the least ol which was the iinpreeetlentetl financial prohlein, Frederic Reider and his assistants, Rohert Miller, Thomas Klee, and Paul Sell, are to he coniinended lor their work in this connection. The ineinhers ol the editorial stall are Rohert Neweomh, Etlitorg Gilliert Barnes, Associate Editor: Marion Hiihhart and Sherman Moist, Literary Editors: Elton Vvhodhory, Senior Edif torg Max Brown, Sports Vx'riter: Helen Laird, Snapshot Editor and Stall' Typistg and Frank Minnelli, Hoinorist. Mrs. Naylofs advisory assistance was an invaliiahle contrihotion l.0'll1C'SllCCCS5 of the hook. Recognition is also due to Rohert Hartley, Wayne Hilhorn, Marie Jones, Violet Knight, and Paulinc'Perley for their generous cooperation and help.

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r i 2 l I lDIlLI'II'IQ5ZL Senior Literary Night Scene Lake of liquid silver gently rippled in the moonlight, Gray treefboles huddled in darkness soft as moth wings, Heavy silence lurking in low shadowy places, ll iz. Deep purple sky nestling close about the edges of things, Scattered stars peering from among moonfstruck feathery clouds- Night on Lake Wannawassee. Good Timber The tree that never has to fight For sun or sky or air or light: That grows alone upon the plain, And has itsushare of wind and rain, Ever lives and dies a scrubby thing. The man who never has to labor, Who never helps his friend or neighborg Who never toils to win his share, Of sun and sky and light and air, Never becomes a manly man, But lives and dies as he began. Good timber does not grow with ease: The stronger wind, the mightier trees. The higher the sky, the greater length, The more the storm, the more the stren By sun and rain, buy- wind and snows, In tree or man good timber grows. -Smith Fry gth: To R. M., Photographer You flatter us unceasingly, You chide, you joke, you jest: We don't believe a word you say, And yet we smile our best. -Helen Johnston A Diamond Majestic, alone, in a royal bed, Calm as a crystal lakeg Cool as the emerald wall of the sea, Glinting, sharpfedged, awakeg Liquid as shimmering icicles, Poised like a python's eye: The badge of flinty hard-heartedness No wearer can deny. -Marie jones Betty Higley