Bexley High School - Bexleo Yearbook (Bexley, OH)

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THE BEXLONIAN 25 through the entire evening. This is, however, a characteristic of all Bexley’s good times—not only the graduating class. That year we said goodby to our school building and in the fall of 1922 entered the new building. Seniors at last! Now, indeed, we were the all- important class of the school. No one (with the exception of the juniors) de- nied this. The familiar roll call given by Miss Comstock every morning and noon consists of Josephine Atkinson, Bernice Barton, Robert Edwards, Harry Kuhn, John Sidman, Berwyn Legg, Louise Lloyd, Willeen Ludwig, William McConnell, Marian Office, Marian Gilberg, Sophia Petzinger, Viv- ian Moyer, Edna Pyle, Ruth Poole, Ver- non Ridgway, Arthur Stocker, Clar- ence Russel, Gladys Schaaf, Grace Tar- bert, Mildred Wells, Lindley Williams. The senior class officers are Gladys Schaaf, president; William McConnell, vice president; Mildred Wells, secre- tary; Clarence Russel, treasurer; Ar- thur Stocker, class representative. The senior faculty was increased, too, Mr. Beck, our principal, was the only former member to stick with us. Then we had Miss Comstock, our registration teacher, and our best friend; Miss Courtright, Miss McCormick, Miss Geist, Mrs. Brightman, Miss Thomas, Mr. Smith, Mr. Fromm, Mr. Leissener, Miss Johnson and Miss Abbott. The social consisted of a wiener roast, which, due to rain, ended at Grace Tarbert’s; and the senior-junior, and the junior-senior at the school. Just before Christmas vacation the class arranged a Christmas party, to take place in the registration room. There was a gift for everyone, ranging from dolls to diamonds, and all pur- chased at five and ten-cent stores. We had an adorable little Christmas tree, punch, nabiscoes, and everything. The senior basket ball team beat the juniors, who had previously beaten the sophs and freshies. The senior boys’ basket ball team were official cham- pions. The champion speller, Mildred Wells, is a senior. In athletics, in class work, in work, in plays, the seniors are always in the lead. It is fitting them for everything to sing in a loud voice: Here’s to our seniors, Hale fellows, well met, Their jolly good times Never shall we forget. First in pleasure, first in work, Sparkling with honors, never shirk— Here’s to our seniors! GLADYS SCHAAF. -------B------- WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF— Joe started to diet? Bee would not laugh for ten minutes? Bob would forget to tell about his latest exploits? Marian, “Fluey,” would keep quiet for five minutes? Harry would be without his flivver? Burs would stop telling about the 50- yard dash he won in 1922? Sally Lloyd wouldn’t go to the doc- tor’s for a week? Wieners didn’t scoot down the hall every day? Wid was late? Marian Office came to school with straight hair? Sophia didn’t make a basket? Edna skipped a class? Ruth forgot her comb? Vernie wasn’t always on hand to help? Art wouldn’t try to be “cute?” Russ would.stop smoking? Gladys forgot her make-up? Grace didn’t recollect a home rem- edy? Lin wasn’t teasing some one? Mildred didn’t have her lesson? Miss Comstock lost her temper. Mr. Beck censored this publication? -------B------- WANTED A Powder Puff.........Gladys Schaaf A Mirror . ...............Ruth Poole Something to Eat...........Marion Gilbert Bobbed Hair ......Josephine Atkinson A Girl ...............Arthur Stocker A Private Desk..........Mildred Wells

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24 THE BEXLONI AN On September 7, 1919, the first freshman class of Bexley High School, trying not to look as important as they felt, assembled under the supervision of Mr. Hall, the first principal of Bex- ley Junior High. The class was composed of Helen Petri Cora Haynes, Jane Miller, Edna Pyle, Bernice Barton, Louise Lloyd, Mildred Wells, Sophia Petzinger, Bea- trice Meyers, Willeen Ludwig, Lillian Schlippi, Gladys Schaaf, Harry Kuhn, Berwyn Legg, Luther Albrieht, Clar- ence Russel, Arthur Stocker, Vernon Ridgway, Josephine Atkinson, William McConnel. Nine classes instead of eight made the school a trifle crowded. Perhaps that was why we were so unruly. Per- haps it was because we were the oldest class and considered ourselves a trifle too important. Anyway Mr. Hall ten- dered his resignation at mid-year and Mr. Runyan took his place. The other members of the staff included Miss Kile and Miss Seitz. The freshman class about this time became very studious. We labored dili- gently over Latin, grammar, algebra, English and biology. So diligently, in fact, that when we suggested having a class party, there were no objections. Arthur Stocker generously offered his home for the occasion. With Miss Seitz and Mr. Runyan as chaperons, the freshman class’ first attempt at social activities was a certain success. We were a model class, as we were regarded with awe by all the lower classes, and we had a terrible craving to increase this feeling. Needless to say, we of course succeeded. The year passed all too soon—and after a short vacation we were again assembled in the same school building with a more dignified name of sopho- mores. Grace Tarbert and Evangeline Noble were added to our class. It was in this, too, that Mr. Doran appeared. Due to his efforts, the Student Govern- ment was organized, with great success. But the only thing that stands out in our sophomore year was our daily struggle with geometry. The lesser evils were generally history, English and Caesar. But none of them will ever come any ways near Geometry. Perhaps that was because of the idea at this time that anyone who studied wasn’t all there. This lasted until the final examinations, when the idea was reversed. Junior! And oh, how crowded we were in this small building. The fac- ulty was now composed of Miss Walter, Miss Ness and Mr. Doran, and we had a brand new principal, Mr. Beck. We immediately organized our class, duly electing Gladys Schaaf, president; William McConnel, vice president; Edna Pyle, secretary, and Arthur Stocker, treasurer. We had class dues, and it wasn’t long before we decided that it was necessary to do something with it. So a Halloween party was ar- ranged, William McConnel inviting the class to his home. Needless to say a lovely time was had by all. It was in our junior year, too, that several ora- tors, previously unknown, were brought to light. This happened as a result of trying to choose a class pin. Long and bloody were the verbal battles before a majority vote could be obtained. In the latter part of the year an informal junior dance was given at school. The faculty and outside friends were invited. Everyone had a good time from the minute they arrived

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CLASS POEM Onward, class of twenty-three! Excelsior let your motto be! Do your duty, great or small, Do it well and do it all. Bexley’s loving gates no more to enter, Leaving for a more learned center; Concentrate, be true and staunch, Ambition calls; success you’ll launch. Our life before us is an ocean wide, Unknown to us what brings the tide; Mystery to us, for naught know we What fate has destined our future to be. Time flies by; the day draws near, We leave thee, Bexley, to begin our career; Oh! my classmates, to part ’tis sad, Leaving you and the happiness we had. But onward, class of twenty-three! Excelsior let your motto be! Live up to that word, Strive to do! Make life worth while and Bexley proud of you. MARION GILBERG, ’23. -