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

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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

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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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Alice's Adventures in Wanderland, or Through the Windshield ONCE'upon a time there was a little girl who attended Delaware High School. We ' 'forget her name, but we may call her Alice. One sunny day she went out for a ride in her car. She was an excellent driver for a girl, that is, she knew enough to keep her chewingfgum out of the carburetor-which marks the peak of feminine proficiency where autos are concerned. She drove along without mishap until she came to a steep hill. Tired of driving on the right-hand side of the road, she decided with her customary ingenuity to go up on the left. At the top, however, she was dismaiy-ed to perceive a large truck in- conveniently- situated in front of her. Nevertheless little Alice did not lose her presence of mind. She remarked brightly, The mean thing! and put her car into reverse. Andallofasuddenthingsbegantohappen- Alice found herself standing on a street corner, holding a lavenderftinted newspaper. She looked at the front page and saw the title Delaware Daily Gadget, Wm. Russell News Syndicate. Glancing over some of the headings, she was surprised to find many familiar names: Request for higher doorways bill by Mayor Moist, opposed by Max Brown, City Council chairman. UF. P. Minnelli, head of AntifSaloon League, speaks here. F. A. Norwood, prominent South American explorer bitten by amphidasys be' tularia-is expected to recover. Revival meeting will be given hy Alice Hyatt, well' known evangelist. Well, look who's here, said a voice behind her. She turned around and saw Betty Ropp. Oh, Betty, she cried, where am I? What date is it? Evenything seems mixed up. Poor girl, thought Betty. It was evidently a hopeless case. Why, she said sooth' ingly, This is May, l942. Alice grew pale at these words, but there seemed to be no help for it. Then she had an idea. Can you tell me what has become of the members of the D. H. S. Class of '32? she asked. Sure, replied Betty, Let's see, now. Fred Reider is ambassador to java: Carl Balser converts old Fords into clothes wringers and stove pipesg Sara Ann Garber is the star of a vanishing act in the show of Dale Main, the magician, Vic Weller teaches advanced mathematics: ,lim Bevan and Merle Law raise dehydrated grapefruit: and Bus Austin, the shoepolish king, is well known here and abroad. While Betty was talking, Alice had been looking at her newspaper. Can you tell me, Betty, she asked, why Bob Newcomb edits this paper in black and lavender That's because his newspapers are never entirely read, replied Betty. Now, where was I? Oh, -yes. Kathryn Chivington is a hopeless old maid, Margaret Anne Freshwater shoots anti' lions in Africa for the Smithsonian Institute, Betty Higley sings over the radio for Stegner's Soft Soap, with Polly Perley accompanying, Kathryn Beck, I am sorry to say, is a hostess at Monte Carlo: Harriet Worline translates Latin verse into Abyssinian: Dick Swearengin is a lecturerg Helen Laird is kept busy giving finger waves to bald headed meng Elton Woodbury, chief chemist for Goodyear, has perfected a process for making auto tires out of sawdust and club sandwiches, Smith Fry has the lead in his own latest play, Marion Hubbart is famous for being the only woman senator to smoke cigars: Violet Knight, the movie actress, is sueing for her eighth divorce: Miriam Rappe is making a Chinese-French dictionanyv for the Esquimeauxg Sam Roberts is professor of English Litera- ture at Harvard, Max Roland manufactures nonfinflammable safety matches, and Eddie O'Keefe is timekeeper for the American Turtle-racing Association. Suddenly there was a roar above them. Betty siezed Alice by the hand and started to run. There was a terrific crash behind them, whereupon they stopped. Don't be alarmed, said Betty, It's only Don Mackley trying out a new crashfproof plane. She dodged a piece of hurtling crankcase and went on with her recital. Paul Sell, Wayne Hilborn, and Bud Rybolt are professional football players for the St. Louis Cardinals. Bob Hartley is a radio crooner, but will probably quit if any more attempts are made on his life: Kathryn King teaches in a deaf and dumb asylum: and- Everything started to becorhe indistinct. Alice grabbed a telegraph pole but it turned into a stick. of macaroni and brokef Things became darker: then a voice said There, she's coming to. She opened her eyes. She was in a hospital room, judging from the white walls and appalling odors. This was altogether too much for her, so she went back to s eep.