Wadsworth High School - Whisperer Yearbook (Wadsworth, OH)

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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

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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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The Price of Success I often wonder what brings one man success in life and another that is his own brother for is closely associated with himl failure. What is the dif- ference? Why doesn't his friend or brother succeed also, instead of failing? l think the conclusion to this problem is that some men succeed, because they cheerfully pay the price of success and others do not want to pay: are unwilling to pay. l think that the Price of Success is this: First: You should use all your courage to force yourself to concentrate on the problem in hand, to study it from all viewpoints and angles, to think of it constantly until it is solved. Second: To have a high standard and determination to put over what- ever you have started to. ln spite of all obstacles that might arise, put your idea over. The men that want to stick to the same old path all the time do not get anywhere, but the men that' have high ideas and have the courage to carry them out are the ones that win success. Third: To refuse to believe there is anything that can defeat you. ls it hard? l think it is. Because no great inventor or any other great man has been on Easy Street all his life. Of course there are exceptions to this, but most men have had to work for what they have accomplished. l believe that every man should ask himself whether he is willing to endure the struggle for the comforts, rewards and the glory that go with achievement or he should ask himself whether he should accept the uneasy and unsettled future that comes with failure. He should ask himself if he is willing to pay the Price of Success? And the time to begin is NOW. Helen M. Holcomb, '27 An Approaching Wedding A cozy little Ford coupe comes traveling down the road with a merry couple in, it, full of joy over the event just about to take place. They very probably have just come from the county seat. They stop before the home of the selected minister. She takes out her vanity and puts a few touches of powder here and there, then gives him a sweet smile and he knows it is time to get out of the machine. He .opens the door and steps out, goes around to other side and helps her out. When she has a good foothold on the ground he drops her arm and straightens his necktie, adjusts his hat and gives a few jerks to his coat. He again takes her arm and they proceed to the door of the parsonage. The minister is there. The man introduces his betrothed to the minister. They take off their wraps and after a little more primping they are ushered into the front room where they are to be united. As she usually carries the certificate and license, she gives them to the minister. The two stand before the minister, the ceremony proceeds. The minister fills out the certificate and rolls it up, sometimes never to be looked at again. They soon find their wraps and are ready to go to machine. l-le assists her to the machine and they speed up the street, anxious to get home where the home folks are awaiting the arrival of the new couple. Frances E.. Hill, '27 Thirty