Wadsworth High School - Whisperer Yearbook (Wadsworth, OH)

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Freshman The Freshman class organized with practically ninety students. Edward Gerstenschlager was elected President while Mary Houghlan accepted the office of Vice President. Only a few weeks had passed when a committee was arranging for a wiener roast. Holmesbrook was selected with six-thirty the time. Mr. Woodbridge accompanied the class as chaperon. A glorious evening was spent as the friends and classmates assembled about the inviting, cheerful flames of a well kindled fire. The merry voices, the scent of spitting sizzling wieners, now and then a shriek from a terrified girl filled the cool evening air as dusk settled upon our favorite little valley with its winding brook and giant trees. Along with October came the l-lallowe'en Party with all its animation and delight. The gym provided a place of entertainment for the ghosts, witches, dudes, fair ladies and all those who gathered there. A splendid time was had after which the refreshments, cider, pumpkin pie, ice cream and cake were served. The class also shared with the Peppy Pep Party. They assisted by helping boil the wieners which found welcome rest between the layers of a bun with a spicy covering of mustard. It does not seem possible that the girls of our class would have done any- thing to make football more of a success. But they did. After the games, hungry, tired, limping and scratched, our opposing team found their way to the room where our girls treated them to 'ihot dogs and milk. So all be- cause of the Freshman girls the men went home feeling less tired and the scratches all turning smiles as they left our always honored schooi. Next in order came Basket-ball. None of the boys from our class were on the teams. But nevertheless they were faithful to practice having at least four or five on the floor every night. We showed our colors in the interclass tournament by getting victory over the Sophs who had a much better team than ours and having one or two players on the regular team. The girls came out with. a true basket-ball spirit. They soon under the leadership of the coach showed some skill in their ability to play. One girl our Vice President succeeded in getting on our High school team. We are glad to express that our first year of High School has been such an enjoyable one. But next year we hope that we may be more successful than before. julia Watts rw, U v Ixn-lily-mglit

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LITERARY His Kitty, Half-a-Tail Yes, I will call my kitty Half-a-Tail, said a bright eyed boy. Nice little Half-a-Tail. His eyes were as black as coal, shining like stars. His chestnut brown hair hung in his face like silken threads. His bright eyes sparkled as he looked at the cat. Poor Half-a-Tail, he said wistfully. Now Half-a-Tail had half of his tail cut off and his tiny foot slivered in a frightful shape. lt happened thus: Tiny Half-a-Tail was in the weeds, and a mowing machine ran into his tail and leg. Poor Half-a-Tail, his gray fur trembled as the blood trickled from his tail and leg to the ground. But with all the terrible cuts Half-a-Tail was recovering. At this time his foot was improving and his tail was healed. As this small boy petted and stroked his kitty. Half-a-Tail looked to his little master for protection. Now, Half-a-Tail, let's go for the cows. The little boy skipped away and Half-a-Tail on three legs followed. But the lame kitty soon fell behind: so he waited for Half-a-Tail, and very carefully carried him. They soon reached the pasture. The boy opened the gate and the waiting cows came out and leisurely went up the lane while the small boy and Half-a-Tail followed. The cows were enjoying the feed before them. The bright-eyed boy was playing. Outside was sloping ground which he transferred into a coal mine. His newly made trucks were standing by the coal shoot ready to load. Mother, may l fill your cellar with coal? Yes sir! you may, she answered with a pleasing smile. Out came the trucks with imaginary coal. All the while Half-a-Tail watched poking his head into the mine. Many days passed thus. Half-a-Tailis foot was healed and he always scampered after his blackeyed master who stroked and talked to his kitten. There came a day when Half-a-Tail did not see his master coming down the hill. Half-a-Tail was not petted that night. He looked beseechingly into my face. There was no talking, or bright smiles to be seen. We walked with weary steps pondering all the while, for our bright eyed boy was ill. Poor Half-a-Tail sat on a board near the coal mine watching and waiting. Meanwhile the sun was setting-setting magnificently like his little soul. The sunset was not stained by the clouds, neither was his soul. l often think of the filth of life. People grow up sinful. Why cannot our souls be like a child's? Why cannot our souls be as radiant as the sun. lt can and must be the wickedness of life. Still our bright-eyed boy lingered for days while Half-a-Tail so patiently waited for his master to come back. This was not to be, for one morning as the sun was giving its tiniest ray, an angel took his little soul and we were left alone without our bright eyed boy. Our grief was as great as our love. We put him away to his eternal rest beneath the mossy green. His flower covered grave was like his life-colored with the richness of charac- ter. Then we came home alonefalone until we meet him again. And even yet l fancy little Half-a-Tail is waiting patiently for his little smiling master to pet him and say, Nice little Half-a-Tail. Ora Ringer, '26 'l'w0uty-nine ii mg