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

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6l'Vlll'3fl'E5lR2-.el'ffl'CllRllll3li? CLASS HISTORY QCo'nti'nuedj As Sophomores they held undisputed reign over the second floor and dis- dainfully looked down upon the Freshmen who, they thought, were unworthy of any recognition at all. This year, with Vaughn McMorrow as President, was a pronounced success. The class was represented in every sport, especially foot- ball. Several of their members were on the first squad. The Junior year is always a year beset with many responsibilities and financial difficulties but with Vaughn McMorrow again the chosen President, they respond- ed dutifully to the cause. Their play entitled Blow Your Own Hornu was a tremendous success. The Junior-Senior Banquet and Prom-the Junior's last tribute to the Seniors-was an unparalleled success which will be cherished in the hearts of the class of nineteen hundred and twenty-nine. Carried on by the current of uncompromising time, the members of the class of nineteen hundred and thirty have at last become Seniors. Having chosen Nial Asher, President, Ruth Cook, Vice-President, and Buena-Vista Fultz, who ably serves in the double capacity of Secretary and Treasurer, they are nearing the completion of a most successful year. These Hdignitied Seniors are quite dif- ferent from that class of timid, expectant students of four years previous who anxiously awaited the 'first day in high school. However, they are' still the same in one sense, arid witlfgraliofiearfat hand they are again waiting anxiously, hoping, wondering-about to enter The Sea of Life. GEORGE TODD.

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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

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxn sTfflllfl'.lil1ll'E?K? TO MOTHER AND FATHER TO THOSE Two souls who have, in Their unselTish devoTions and never- ceasing TaiTh in our abiliTies, guided us across liTe's roughesT sTream on sTepping sTones of love and comradeshipq To Those who have aT- Tended our healTh, poverTy and posTeriTy, we would dedicaTe This page. Our moThers and TaThers: May God bless Them and Teach us how To live ThaT Theirlfond dreams may noT be idle Tancies or disillusionmenTs or Their prayers remain unanswered. And may we cherish always in our hearTs The memories oT Those Tar-OTT days when we were TirsT TaughT To say ThaT everlasTing TrilouTe To parenTs:-- Honor Thy FaTher and Thy lvloTher. MOTHER Never a sigh Tor The cares ThaT she bore Tor me, Never a ThoughT of The joys ThaT Tlew by: Her one regreT +ha+ she couldn'T do more Tor me, ThoughTless and selTish, her masTer was l. vu Oh, The long nighfs ThaT she came aT my call To meg Oh, The soTT Touch OT her hands on my brow: Oh, The long years ThaT she gave up her all To me. Oh, how I yearn Tor her genTleness now! Slave To her baby! Yes, +ha+ was The way OT her, CounTing her greaTesT oT services small: Words cannoT Tell whaT This old hearT would say To her, lv1oTher--The sweeTesT and TairesT of all. Selected. l 1