John Vinton Daganhardt, lawyer and author, is one of the most scholarly members of the Piqua bar, and has become well and favorably known in literary fields, in the domain of jurisprudence and in civic affairs. Mr. Daganhardt was born near Piqua, December 10, 1881, a son of Henry F. and Malinda (Bixler) Daganhardt, the former a native of Germany and the latter of Pennsylvania. His father was for many years a well-to-do farmer of Miami county and also operated a sorghum mill. James H. and Harold V., sons of August Daganhardt, a brother of John V., served in the army during the World war. , After attending the country schools and the Piqua High School, John V. Daganhardt pursued a course in the Ohio State University, from which he was duly graduated with the degree of Bachelor of Laws and at once commenced practice at Piqua, where he has since attained a position of recognized importance in his profession. He was elected and served for some time as a justice of the peace, and has taken an active part in politics. Mr. Daganhardt is the author of a number of poems which have been published in various newspapers and periodicals in this country. These include the following titles: "My Dog," "The Flag of the Future...... Pumpkin Pie," "Grand New Army," and "Where Lilies Bloom for You, Mother Mine." One of his best-known poems, "There's an Old Home in Ohio," was set to music and has had a wide sale throughout the country. It is as follows:

There's an old home in Ohio
That I'm thinking of tonight;
Where I spent my happy childhood,
Where the moonbeams gleamed so bright.
And I seem to see the old folks
With each well-known pleasant scene,
Come the happy thoughts of childhood,
Thrown by memory on the screen.

The same old moon's a shining
O'er the old home midst the trees;
And I wander back to childhood
And the old farm's memories.
And I seem to live in fancy
With each lingering scene that glows,
As I dream of old Ohio
Where the Great Miami flows.

There's a tender recollection
Of the faces that I knew;
And the graceful little maiden
With her eyes of brownish hue.
But she's sleeping where the breezes
Carry perfumes from the rose
To her home in dear Ohio,
Where my heart so often goes.

There's a pleasing retrospection
Of old days long past and gone,
While I'm dreaming of the old home
With its joys and mirth and song.
And that is why I'm dreaming
Of the days sweet as the rose;
And my old home in Ohio
Where the Great Miami flows.

Mr. Daganhardt is past president of the Cosmopolitan Club and has several other connections, professional and social.