Woodward High School - Saga Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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L Q f . MIM THE IRREPARABLE HURT Bill, l asked the former idol of one of the city's many high schools, what was the cruelest thing that you ever did pn Well, Chile, he replied. I guess about the cruelest thing that I ever did was to tie a can to that dog's tail. You remember the one I mean. But say, thatis a funny thing to ask a fellow. Listen, Bill, you may think that that was the cruelest thing, but I happen uv' to know that it wasn't. lVant me to tell you about it. Sure: let's have it, was the response. Bill, do you remember that kid that used to continually 'tail' around after us? He never said much. but his eyes spoke when his lips were silent. Bill, that boy adored youg he put you up on a pedestal away from the rest of the 'bunch' and worshipped you. You didn't realize it, but there wasnit any- thing that you could have asked that boy to do which he would have refused. You never saw the look of longing that used to creep into the lad's eyes when you carelessly tossed your sweater-which he would have given worlds to hold-to some indolent fellow who would throw it on the bench beside him rather than lovingly caress it and tightly hold it as he would have done. I think that it must have hurt the boy more than it did you when you made a 'bum' play on the football Held: the way his eyes lighted when you starred would have stirred the most hard-hearted person in the World. I realize now that you did not know all this at the time: had you known and then acted as you did, there would have been no punishment severe enough to atone for your crime, for there is no crime comparable with that of undermining the pure and wholesome il- lusions of a boy just entering his teens. Bill, one day you were alone with another boy in the locker room-at least you thought you were alone. I-Iowever, this boy was sitting just behind the row of lockers against which you were leaning, and he heard every word. How do I know all this? One Hzamlrrwl and Si.1'fcr'n

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MARCH 9, 1923. Oh, that Engineering Dance! It certainly was the real thing. There was a large crowd, and I didn't notice anyone sitting out many dances. This was probably due to the fact that Leon Seymour's fshould be called dance-mor'sJ Orchestra furnished the jazz. A clever stunt of the evening was the throwing of a spotlight on a large painting of the Engineering pin which was on the wall. But, oh boy, that wasn't anything compared to the fun we had dodging three hundred rolls Cso they saidl of serpentine that was thrown around. I don't think llliss Stein and Bliss French have got over the effects of that shower yet Ctake that as you willl. I know that if the strong and sturdy Engineers give a dance next year, l'll be there. February 23. 1923 The Sophs. gave a party tonight, Ha! Ha! lt wasn't like the smarties party though, 'cause there was a great big crowd. Some of them had a hard time getting in too, as this was a very exclusive party, and all for fifteen cents. We had to pay that large amount on account of the refreshments-ice cream and cake. Web Lowe said that he enjoyed it twenty-five cents worth and wanted to give Dorothy Wrigley the extra ten cents, but she-generous girl that she is- told him not to bother. Anyhow, she said, 'lYou were one of the official enl- tertainersf' He, together with Harold Kern, Bob Smith and George Curson put on a negro show that was a scream-might know it would be with Bob or Harold in it. At eleven o'clock the party broke up as all the ice cream and cake was gone. April 9, 1923 The Lure of the Labrador was a delightful lecture by a charming man. Dr. Grenfell, the noted author and physician. Since we had been hearing so much about Dr. Grenfell, I had of course drawn an imaginary picture of him- tall, dark, robust with a rather deep penetrating voice. 'Fancy my surprise when we were introduced' to just a medium sized man, gray-haired, who talked with peculiarly pleasing accent. Indeed I was pleasantly surprised! As he talked' I knew that I should have known before-that here was a truly human man- one with ideals, one who had had a vision and had made this vision bring about great changes in humanity-Dr. Grenfell. He told us many of his experiences in Labrador and, by request, the story of his dangerous adventure on an iceberg. Then came the colored slides- beautiful scenes of the northland and, also some pictures of the natives. He showed a picture of one of the best Labrador hospitals which we know was erected through his efforts After the slides, moving pictures were shown of the same scenes, these were even more vivid and interesting than the slides. Through these pictures and lVIr. Grenfell's lecture, I think that all those attending it have formed a new opinion of Labrador and the things that need to be done there. And Mr. Grenfell himself is a real inspiration. One Hundred and Fifteen

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ffgtliflllllaj lllllllllilllldilll 1 U ' 'd 'gi!i'hi!lFl'gf 0' 2 a i . Q -4 I X L 6 , lf , :LQ ig- One of those strange, freakish circumstances, when nature or fate or some other unseen power carries the ball of our existence across the line of worth- while experience. For, Bill, that experience was worth everything to me. With apparently no object in view I sauntered over to the gym. Entering the alley between the lockers where the boy was sitting, I stopped before he saw me: something in the look on his face held me, and I listened to the things he heard. You said things that afternoon, Bill, tlzi-if that no boy under any circumstances should ever utter. things that caused me, only a listener. to blush. VVhen I recovered' from my surprise, I turned and looked :it the ho-.' I don't think that I have ever seen a person look quite so pitiable and pathetic as that poor boy did. lt was as though the very ground upon which he was standing had suddenly caved in and let him drop to some unknown level. For a full five minutes he sat, his head drooped and his whole body hunched forward looking at the floor, apparently, although I doubt whether he saw it even once. Finally he raised his head and, sighing deeply, squared his shouldersg resolutely closing his mouth with a firmness that belied his eyes, wet with tears, he slowly rose and left the iccm. As he passed me, I noticed the eyes become hard and cold even though the tears were not dry, and I knew that you had passed entirely out of the life of our present governor. Now can you guess why you lost that state franchise which Gov. VVhiting could have granted fo you so easily P D Bill, rather pale, lfuried his face in his arms from which position he replied, li es. I think I see, was all he said. Shall we go to him and try to explain things? No. It would be quite useless, came back the response. Charles Chalfant Allam. NUMBER 13 VVhat a handsome woman! was the general whisper of approval among the noted social and political men in the Carleton's ballroom. The woman in discussion could be seen at the far end of the room, surrounded by a group of distinguished generals and other officers of the United States Army. The beautiful features of Madamoiselle DuPont were clearly brought out by the brilliant lights over head. This clever debutante, a newcomer among the circle of society fol'owers, created a sensation wherever she went. While she was conversing with one of the members of the aforesaid group, the hostess, approaching, informed her that she was wanted' at the telephone. , For answer to her Hello, Mlle. DuPont heard a gruff, sharp masculine voice in- quiring, Number l3? She cautiously replied in the affirmative. Is it O. K. ' continued the speaker at the other end of the line. Yes, xi as The concise answer. All right--don't forget to be at the ap-pointed place by 12:30 sharp. Upon finishing these words, the mysterious speaker hung up his receiver. One Hundred and Seventeen Q - Q-. -sq L Zn- 1 7 fe l r-'3 , i 4' ,ED 'EZ LH x :f e lf, L -. l. ,pi -i i .1-fi r N. Q.. 1 1 ii l l l I i E i i 1 I 7 1 I i i 2 3 4 J I . 4 I O . ! -I a n i