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

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(Shr Iflmutit luiltorB SENIOR POEM It is May; the birds are singing And the flowers they are in bloom; W hen we say good-bye to classmates And scatter about, to roam. And yet. we number only three; But we have done our best To make our school life useful. So we can stand the test. We have worked and played together. Struggled, triumphed and despaired; Fun and worry, joy and sorrow, Sun and shadow we have shared. Half unwillingly, wholly joyous, And with hearts so light and gay. We have closed the well-worn school book', Waiting our Commencement Day. Yes. commencement, ’tis not ending Wide the river sweeps before ; Whither will it bear us onward Life’s busy rush and roar. Dear classmates and teachers, too. May we strive for highest fame; And play our part in this great world. Which is our greatest aim. So we’ll say good-bye to our schoolmates, To our friends and teachers, dear; We fain would stay a longer while; But our work is no longer here. It is with regret we leave you To form friendships anew; Yet, though we work in distant fields, Our thoughts will be of you. —Irene Gabriel. Fifteen

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ia (Hu iEmutit iBmltora 22 SENIOR CLASS HISTORY I his is the fourth and last year of our High School work. Have we ap- preciated the opportunities that have been given to us? Our class has sadly become smaller and smaller, until now only three re- main—Mildred Davies, Irene Gabriel and I. However, we are doing our best to keep our High School free from crit- icism. Our teachers and subjects this year are: Miss Syx....................................... Sanitation and Hygiene Mrs. Dabritz......................................................... Home Economics Miss Glancy ................................................. Book-keeping Mrs. Hamer ............................................ English Literature Our class met February 7 and elected the following officers: President ............................................... Anna Jellison Secretary ............................................... Irene Gabriel Treasurer ............................................. Mildred Davies Class Teacher ............................................ Mrs. Hamer Class Motto: “Not Evening, but Dawn. Class Flower: Yellow Rose. Class Colors: Silver and Gold. We are striving to make our school a better school and to repay our teachers in words and deeds for their untiring labor and the interest they have shown in us and our work. Our High School days are over. Forever and for aye : Still, when our college life begins We’ll ne’er forget the day When we said farewell to P. H. S. And started out in life. Among success and destinies Amid the worldly strife: So breathe a prayer For the Seniors, three That they may win success, And proudly honor the Blue and Gold And the students of F. H. S. —Anna Jelh'son, the Historian. Fourteen

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13 Homtit litUtors SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY One clay as I wandered through the woods, I came suddenly upon a lit- tle brook, which bubbled merrily and sang as it whirled along over the stones on its way to the river. It was a beautiful little stream with lilies growing close to the bank, and the sun shining down upon it, flecked the ripples with burnished gold. I sat down upon a mossy stone and fell to dreaming of my former class- mates, whom 1 had not seen nor heard from for several years. I was suddenly awakened from my reverie by a light tap on my shoulder. I looked up and there standing on a daisy, was a little elfin man. He then began to talk in a most excited manner. He said: “We have a new queen. She is very wise indeed. She will make us a splendid queen and she can protect us, also. Wouldn’t you like to see her?” Of course 1 readily agreed. He took me by the hand and led me toward the brook. “Step lightly,” he said, as he sprang to a lily pad. Then I felt the water closing over me. Soon I saw bright lights and a prettier place never was seen. It was a fairy castle. We entered and high on a throne, in all her glorv sat one of my old class-mates—Mildred Davies. “Well I never,” I exclaimed- “Mildred Davies, how on earth did you ever get down here faking a rule over these clever elfins?” “Oh,” she laughed. “I was tired of the whole world. Of the fakes and frauds and even of the good that was in it. I was tired of beiv.g imposed on and never getting a chance to make good of my own accord. So. when I was mvitecl by the elfins to be their queen, I accepted—glad of the chance to be a hermitess.” “Oh. how romantic,” I sighed. “My life is the same old drudge day in and day out. Well, I must be.going. I wish you a long and happy reign.” With this the little elfin grasped my hand, and up through the waters we rose. “My, what a lovely adventure,” I said. “Thank you, I must be on my way. 1 am going to try to find my missing classmates.” “If you will wait a second I think I can help you,” he said. He presently returned and in his hands was a crystal ball. This he placed before me and told me to divert my whole attention to it. All the outside world was com- pletely forgotten—for, as I gazed into the mysterious depths of the crystal ball I saw my classmate—Irene Gabriel. She had risen to fame unlimited on account of her willingness to co-op- erate with her fellow workmen, and to give and take in life’s struggle for ex- istence. Suddenly across my vision flitted a picture of myself- Here I had been going around poking my nose in every place I found, tending to everybody’s business and my own, too. I had learned my lesson well. I knew that hereafter I must willingly share my leadership with my comrades, so as to make our school years a de- cided success. —Anna Jellison, the Prophet. Sixteen