Versailles High School - Portal Yearbook (Versailles, OH)

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Page 28 THE VERSAILLES npliomorc Class Reading left to right, top row—Gary Kimmel, Walter Lange, Myron Loxley, Mary Manier, Lowell Manning. Mabel Myers. Second row—Florene Miller, Harold Oehrt-man, Lawrence Rismiller, Louella Scherer, Helen Schellhause, Joseph Shappie. Third row—Evelyn Simon. George Subler. CarL Subler, Eda Trittschuh, Hazel Trittschuh, John Turpin. Fourth row—Joseph Varner, Joseph Vogel, Albert Wetzel, Henry Wenning. ,

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THE VERSAILLES Page 27 §npIutmorf (Class Reading left to right, top row—Ruth Althoff, Ralph Apple, Juanita Raltes, Cecil Barga, Paul I3eare, Edith Border. Second row—Emerson Booher, Arthur Brandt. Donald Brandon, Arlene Clark, Robert Coffield, Florence Conkling. Third row Mary Davidson, Gorsey Deeter, Catherine Etter, June Falknor, Marjorie Fiebiger, Geraldine Gerlach. Fourth row—Mac Greer, Marjorie Ham, Esther Hesson, James Henry, Galen Hollinger, Richard Kelcli.

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THE VERSAILLES Page 29 Umttnr KtfUtti; Juniors! How happy we were that at last we bore this name after two years of long, hard toil! Once more we hoisted our flag of maroon and grey and started out on another cruise, with the solemn vow that we would keep our colors as pure as when first confided to us. We slipped happily over the glassy waters for a month, and then beheld the threatening black clouds rolling in upon us. A great storm, and for several days we labored against the misfortunes of falling grades. But we steered through the danger, and the dark clouds broke, showing the silver linings. Early in the year, we chose new officers. Newton Beale was selected as pilot to us, with Walter Rhoades and Warren Se-man as ensigns. We were soon to need their ability as helmsmen, for a band of pirates, those awful six-weeks exams, headed by our teachers, boarded our ship and threatened to haul down our glorious colors. But we gallantly defended «.ur name and our honor; the defeated enemy retreated, bearing as loot the rank as Junior of several of our unfortunate midshipmen. In May we dropped the helm and descended to the ball room for an evening of frivolity. And so we neared our journey’s end on the eve of our last function —the Junior-Senior reception. And thus, with the maroon and grey still streaming in the breeze we entered port and dropped our anchor. A Tragedy He had hovered about her all eve- ning, notwithstanding her efforts to repulse him. At length, stung to madness by her evident desire to rid herself of his presence, he was about to leave. Then the flut tering of her fan disarranged the lace at her throat, leaving her white neck bare and gleaming in the moonlight. With a wild cry of passionate longing, utterly ob-livous of the consequences of his rash act, he flung himself upon her. The next instant he lay crushed at her feet. Poor little mosquito ! Miss Kley, in one of her “Who’s Who” questions, recently jotted down the name of Henry VIII. The following is one of her replies: “Henry VIII was king of England and was born in his family’s country home, Anno Domini, and had 60 wives. The first he ordered executed but she was beheaded. He revoked the second, and the third died; then he married Ann Bowling, daughter of Tom Bowling, inventor of the famous alley of that name. When he died he was succeeded to the throne by his aunt Mary, Queen of Scots, or the Lay on the Last Minstrel.” Recently our modest, unassuming president, Newton Beale, stepped into the Opera House. He was exceedingly surprised when, in the magical feature act, the gentleman gave him a white handkerchief and inquired what color he would like to have it changed to. Deciding that a tint somewhat between scarlet and rose would be the most becoming he at last replied “Red”.