Reminiscences of the Old
Scarcely ten yrs. ago, there stood an old, dilapidated,
weather-beaten school house on the road near the present school building. It
had a haunted appearance and some superstitious people really believed that
ghosts existed there.
The seats were old fashioned, made for two. The
professors were many and were tormented incessantly by the scholars, so that
before they departed, they had a forlorn look similar to that of the school building and it was not
surprising for they thought more of the fun than of study, each one generally
trying to do the most mischief.
We were called to our duties promptly at 9A.M. by the
music of the bell. But were you to converse with our professors they would tell
you that those who came the greatest distance would be the only ones to hear
the sweet tones of the bell.
One day while our teacher a stern looking man was engaged
in hearing a class recite, everyone being so quiet. He looked up surprised to find that the
scholars had slipped out for a game of jackstones that being one of our
Friday afternoon was devoted to literary work which
always interested the scholars as well as visitors. One afternoon the teacher
felt highly honored to have some of the older boys consent to take part in the
exercises who had never been persuaded to do so before. One of these boys,
being first on the programe took his position displayed several sheets of paper
and proceeded with the following essay:
“The boy stood on the
Eating peanuts by the
The flames rolled up and
burnt his chin,
But still he crammed the
The others being called
recited in lively manner:
“The thunder roared and
And broke grammy’s
teapot all the smash.”
At recess the girls whiled away the time by gathering
beechnuts. At one time we wandered so far that we did not hear the bell. We
returned to school. Professor called us forward, placed us in line then
questioned us as to why we were late. The only answer was “didn’t hear the
One of the girls being rather talented composed the
following lines which will explain the result of the beechnut hunters:
“Seven girls before the
And next came teacher
without any brain.
Next the club and then
Through the schoolhouse
it did peal.
First came Alice, poor
Oh, how the club made
her back sting.
Then came Maude with out
Thinking to herself,
you’ve got lots of sand.
Next came Mildred with
He hit her very hard on
the right arm.
Then came Louise with
mouth shut tight.
She didn’t seem to be in
a bit of a fright.
Next came Helen with a
tear in her eye.
He made her hair ribbon
fly ever so high.
Next came big footed
Kate wishing to herself
She hadn’t been late.
And last of all of the
Came that sweet little
daughter of C. H. Gunter.
The time allotted to me will not be sufficient to relate
all the interesting episodes which memory recalls in connection with the last
days of the old High School. The class of ’93 was the “C” Class of the first
year in the New High School building. Then there was near a score of promising
youths and maidens by as time passed some fell out by the ways and at
commencement day only seven of the most brilliant had endured till the end.