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

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i i i l ilDlQLl'II'IEI5ZiXl i i Sophomore Boys' Literary Hot , On a davy in July the heat waves shimmer from the streets: the breezes are like a blast out of an open furnace doorg and the sun, high in the heavens like 1 huge glowing search' light, sends its blistering rays down to the sweltering earth. Down the avenue comes a heavyfset man, perspiration streaming from his round, red face. He mops his forehead with a huge white handkerchief, already soaking. Following after him comes an old lady, black umbrella outspread above her, trying to get some relief from the wilting sun. Then comes a group of small children, yelling and shouting, not minding the heat at all. They are barefooted and their little feet make a soft patter as they run over the burning pavement. Across the boulevard we can see a group of girls talking excitedly as if they had not a care in the world. They have no mind for the sweltering day since they are stockingless and barefarmed. Crossing the street, dodging in and out among the swiftly moving cars and getting warmer all the while, come a young college fellow. His coat is swinging from his right arm as he is on his way to the soda fountain to quench his thirst. Fortunate people with automobiles and leisure time are going rapidly toward the open country where shade trees are plentiful, and dust and hot buildings few and far between. Some have their lunches packed so they can stay out and enjoy the cool evening breezes longer. But happiest of all are the young boys on their bicycles, shirt tails streaming out behind them, on the way to a frolic at the ole swimmin' hole . The sun sinks, the shadows lengthen, and the earth starts to cool off slowly. The sweltering day is at an end. -James Moist Down in the Dumps I was sort of cold and chillyg Sort of tired and feeling silly. Some one slapped me on the back: Brought his hand down with a whack. Said he, There is another day afcoming: Cheer up, and make it come aerunningf' So if you're sort of tired and chilly, Give yourself a slap and say, Why, it's silly. -William Havens The Storm The storm is like a bubble in midfair: it bursts without heed to anyone. Its heart pours forth life for the weary plants which swelter with the heat of the sun. It is gone like the hours of the day, never to return and bring fear and delight to those who are subject to its acts. -John Stair

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A A Q i MDELI-II'IQ5Zi X X E A A Freshman Boys 'I never saw one or heard of oneh-'