The Plains High School - Yearbook (The Plains, OH)

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JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL-NINTH GRADE. Top Row, left to right: Mildred Poling, Ellis McDonald. Second Row from top: Lela Coon, George Keeton, Maud Thorne. Third Row from top: Thelma Hawk, Thelma Keeton, Marie Davis. Pupils now enrolled, but not in picture: Beatrice Bougher, Edwin Burdette, Vera Burdette. „ , , , , ,. „. This page is donated by C. E. Starr, dealer m general merchandise, The Plains, O. CLASS HISTORY NINTH YEAR. On September ninth, 1919, our class entered The Plains Junior High School as Seniors. We entered upon our work with a deter- mination to succeed. During the first few weeks most of us became a little discour- aged, but we have kept on working until now, we feel like we can manage the final exams. Our class contains only ten members, but we are a studious bunch, doing all we can for the good of our school. This year we found our teachers to be entirely new: They are: Mr. Hines, Principal, and teacher of Mathematics; Mr. Bryson, teacher of Science and Manual Training; Mrs. Alma Thompkins, History, Music and Home Economics; Miss Mary Fulton was our English teacher the first semester, but on account of illness she was compelled to give up her work. We were all disappointed when we learned she was not to be with us the second semester. She was a good teacher, and was well liked by all the students. After the holidays. Miss Edith Brohard took up the work as English teacher. She is liked by all her pupils, because of her kind disposition and earnest labor. We organized our c ss, March 1st, electing the following officers: Presi- dent. George Keeton; Secretary, Mildren Poling; Treasurer, Lela Coen. Class Flower— Carnation. Class Colors—Crimson and White. Class Motto—“Work.” Class Teacher—Miss Brohard. We are sorry to see school close for the Summer vacation, as

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all love because of his kindness and his great interest in The Plaines Jr. H. S. We all stand up well in our studies and of course graduate with flying colors. We intend to complete a four-year High School course because we see its advantage. CLASS PROPHECY TENTH YEAR GRADUATES. Prophecy of the Senior Class of 1920, The Plains High School. After completing my High School work at The Plains, I bade adieu to my classmates the following summer and went to New York. Here I secured a position as stenographer, drawing a fine salary of $57.00 per week. I stayed in this place about four years. Then 1 returned home expecting to visit my classmates, but was sadly dis- appointed. I was informed that Irene was in Europe and that Victor had joined the navy. I spent a few days at my home and then returned to New York. By the time I got there I had determined to become a Red Cross nurse. I then took an eighteen months’ course in training, enlisted, and soon orders came for me to go across, as extra help was needed over there. On June 5th we sailed aboard the good ship “Washington,” whose captain greeted us very cordially. I thought he looked very familiar and soon it dawned upon me that it was my old schoolmate, Victor Howard, now Capt. Howard, if you please. Arriving in Europe, we were taken to a large hospital where I met and recognized Mr. Bryson, once our class teacher, but now a famous surgeon. One day a very beautiful young lady was brought to the hospital. The driver of the ambulance said he saw her fall from her horse as he was on his way to the battlefields. He had turned and brought her back to the hospital at once. She had a broken arm and a dislocated shoulder. When she regained conscious- ness we began to talk, and I at once recognized my old schoolmate, Ircme Gabriel. She told me her horse, becoming frightened at the ambulance, had thrown her. When she recovered, the surgeon gave me a furlough and I ac- companied her to New York. We crossed on the same ship that carried me to Europe. The voyage afforded many opportunities for talking over our old school days. Reaching New York, we bade adieu to Captain Howard, and took a train for home. Everyone was very much surprised to see us. While at home, my discharge came, and with it a letter saying they were discharging nurses, as the war was over. I then returned to New York and took up my former work. A TEACHER’S LIFE. Teachee, Teachee, All day teachee, Markee papers, Nerves all creepy. No one Kissee, No one hugee; Poor old Maidee, No ore lovee.

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we will see less of each other, and of our teachers whom we have learned to love. However, we expect to return next fall, and pursue our schcol work through additional years. We aie confident, our Board of Education will add to the present course of study till we have completed preparation for college in Our Own Hume School. Marie Davis CLASS PROPHECY. One evening after school. I started for a stroll. I had not gone very far when I saw a small, black object lying directly in front of me. I stopped and picked it up. Imagine mv surprise when upon exam- ining it, I found it to be a curious shaped mirror. As I was turning it in different directions, so as to determine its exact nature, I accidentally pressed a small button. “What do you wish to know?” a shrill voice asked. “I am a magic glass. By merely looking into me any person may see the events of the futui’e.” If that be so, then show me the future cf the members of the Senior Class.” “•You may have your desire. Only gaze into the mirror.” The first scene was in a hospital along the Rio Grande River in Texas. A beautiful young nurse was taking care of a wounded soldier. She looked up and I recognized Thelma Hawk. T hen I saw the interior of a large department store. It was sale clay, and a busy throng of people kept crowding and pushing their way toward the waist stand. Presently the clerk reached un to ar- range a pile of goods, and I saw that she was one of my old class- mates. Beatrice Boucher. The scenes fol’cwed each other ranidly. I was lork:ng next unon a public recital in New York City. The splendid building was filled with richly dressed people. As the chief star of the evening was an- nounced, a general clapping of hands took place. Presently, a tall slender girl appeared unon the stage, s she lifted her violin to play I saw that it was none other than Mildred Poling. Next was a view of a beautiful country h me. The grounds and walks surrounding it we''e carefully and artistically arranged. As I watched, a woman came slowly down the sfens and gazed about he” with a general air of appreciation. It was Maude Thorne, the great writer of nature stories. This was followed hv an entirely different picture. It was a tiny school house, which stood awav rut in a country district. Thelma Keeton the teacher, was iec:t:no- a class in Arithmetic. The children were all busy, so I concluded that she was making a decided success. Then there appeared a lawyer’s ffico in Chicago. The stenogra- pher, busy at her work, turned as the office dror opened, and I saw that the attorney was George Keetcn, while his stenographer was Lela Coon. A wonderful orchard scene was then shown. It was spring- time. and the trees were gorgeous with their delicate colorings of white and pink? When the owner came in’o v:ew, it proved to be Ellis McDonald. One other member of our class was also working in the orchard. It was Marie Davies, who had become an expert upon agricultural lines. Wh n I saw a clothes-pin factory, I was anxious to learn what it had to do with the story. But I soon found out when I saw Edwin