Wellsville High School - Tiger Stripe Yearbook (Wellsville, OH)

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1xxxxxxxl1xxx!xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtx CLASS POEM When I consider how our days are spent, And how we say good-bye to friends, so dear I stop reluctant at our' leaving here, And starting in the life on, which we're bent. Whether we'll rise or fall I can't present, But this I know, if we so truly steer, As we have done together this school year, VVe'll be on top and with the world content. So onward, to our nobler tasks we go, IW ith hopes held high and courage, that our goal, Whicli we have each glimpsed beyond the gleam Of earthly glamours, may be ours, and lo The Greater Life, the Building of the Soul, The grapple with the world upon Life's Stream. CLASS OFFICERS Prcszidczfzt . ............ NIAL ASHER Vice President . . ...... RUTH COOK Secretary . . . . . BUENA-VISTA FULTZ Treasurer . . . ROBERT NELSON 7

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?3'El!l3zl!E5.llSQ-.elfl!VlRlllW'E9 CLASS HISTORY N OTED explorer and his party once came upon a small brook which was angrily babbling its way over rocks and crevices that dared to obstruct its path. The explorer was in despair. He was lostAthousands of miles from civilization-in the very heart of an unexplored continent. Something told the explorer to follow this noisy, little brooklet, and perhaps it would lead to a native village where he could obtain guides and thus carry on the expedition. The explorer and his party followed this brook for three days. On the morn- ing of the third day he found that the creek emptied into a river. He named this river T he River of Knowledge because he was thankful-thankful because God had bestowed upon man the gift of all gifts-the faculty to think. They constructed crude rafts and as they drifted down the river they were immediately aware that the babbling had ceased. The river had assumed a calm, quiet dignity. The rafts had to be forded over many shallow places-many of the party were killed in these places. As they went on and on they found that the river was fed by countless other creeks and small streams. Each one of these seemed to add to its beauty, its ser- enity, its quiet dignity, as it Howed on majestically, unfalteringly to its destination. Soon they came upon a small native Village and, as he had hoped, the natives proved to be friendly. The river emptied into a large body of water. The explorer did not know its name. However, the natives had a name for it, which, in our language means The Sea of Life,', and it was so named because the sea was their chief source of existence. On the seventh day of September, nineteenhundred and twenty-six, small groups of students were clustered along the walks at the entrance of VVellsville High School. It would be a superfluity to add that they were Freshmen. The reason for these gregarious clusters was due, more to a protective instinct than to mere sociability, for I, myself, being one of a cluster which was farthest from the entrance, was in a position to know. However, had one examined them more closely, one would not have found fear in their eyes but only timidity, expectation and perhaps a trace of determination. These timid, expectant students were destined to become the class of nineteen hundred and thirty. The Freshmen class of nineteen hundred and thirty selected James Greene for President, Joe Duty for Vice-President, Isabelle Daugherty for Secretary and VVilla Jane MacDonald for Treasurer. Their success was assured and they surged through the trials and tribulations of the Freshman year without mishap. In