Bexley High School - Bexleo Yearbook (Bexley, OH)

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'THE CBEXLONIAN InII.nInnnnnI.nnnnnnn.II1IIIIIIln.nnnnmnnmm-mm I.1uanmnmuumnmninvInummnuumumn Senior Class Prophecy BUENOS Anms, S. A., Aug. 30, 1950. DEAR ANN: Homeward bound! Just to think, I have been away ten years. It doesn't seem so long though, for I'm continually meeting old friends and sometimes making new ones. Speaking of old friends, you couldn't imagine whom I saw in England. Ralph Martin. He is enagaged in his favorite occupation and is editor of one of the largest newspapers. He is kept busy now getting latest reports from the former Bexley Track Stars who are participating in the Olympic games. He told me I must go to see Lucille Kinney who is now the head of a very exclusive girls, school out near the moors. Lucille is still quiet and reserved, but that is just what makes her such a success with her girls. In one of the antique shops of China I met Jo Yuster. She was collecting a lot of novelties for her'new homes in the states. Yes, she has several, for since she has be- come one of the leading social ladies she has to be everywhere at once. She told me John Elder has become one of the most prominent professors at Harvard. Can you imagine Johnny with a book in one hand, grade book in the other, peering over the edge of thick tortoise shell glasses, trying very hard to explain why a bird has feathers and a dog has hair? We sailed from Yokohama on the S. S. Blackstone. Didn't get to talk much with Kenneth, for he was busy trying to make everyone comfortable on his charming ship. We received by wireless, the wonderful news that Mildred Poole was nominated for presi- dent. Latest reports say that the country at large is in her favor. Al Benzin was re- cently appointed Ambassador to England. He seems to be in quite a high position, but Page Twenty-two he can hold his own. Remember our Senior Class meetings? My trip across the states was quite un- eventful, but in New York everything seemed to happen at once. I had tea with Jo Cavey in her adorable little apartment. She is busying herself by writing and painting and is also a severe movie critic. Martha Guth QUnderwoodj and her three darling children were there, so we had quite a gossipy time. They say Kenneth Parsons is doing some chemical research work for the United States, and if things turn out O. K. his services will be invaluable. Also, Frank Christ has be- come quite a comedienne and threatens to remove A1 Jolson from his throne. His lat- est picture is Does Prohibition Worry Me?,' Of course, I found Barney in one of the business houses talking as much as ever. His vocabulary has increased somewhat and he is thinking of writing a new dictionary. His trusty stenographer, Evelyn Cremeans, is ever faithful to him and is helping him to become a leading citizen. I met Harry Goen in a large department store holding a position as floorwalker. He certainly has changed, so sweet to the ladies. So sweet in fact that he has been upon the sea of matrimony four times and expects to set forth on another voyage soon. Have you been reading the household hints written in the Good Housekeeping, by Arielle? She seems to be an ideal house- keeper for some man. Lacking entertainment one evening. I de- cided to go to hear a lecture that had been extensively advertised. Much to my surprise, Mildred Polster was the speaker, and her subject was When Silence is Golden. I

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mimi.,,...'..,....11I..I.1....1...1.1-V11.1mm-IIn-nmmmm-mm1wIInvnuumnmnw.mnmnmm nmmnuuu THE BEXLONIAN Senior Class Poem The early days of June are here The sweetest days of all the year, For graduation is drawing nigh We stop, we stare, we see, and sigh. VVe build today so strong and sure And all are happy and secure, Tomorrow we shall find our place One with a firm and ample base. We, out upon thc world are hurled, But land on earth, our flag unfurled S Our lives, our hopes, are now at stake And all are architects of fate. We see the world in a newer phrase And outward, onward, turn our gaze, We feel the future, drop a tear One of sorrow and not of fear. Opportunity knocks once more We quickly open the outer door, We seize it ere it runs and hides And onward sails the ship of '25. KENNETH BLACKSTONE, '25. Page Twenty-one

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Inuunfuuanmum:1I1n1Inl1unu-unnmunuuunmnmmummm-umuu1uuuuumuumnununnu uuummu THE BEX nuununlunnIInmllumlmnuunnnunuunuIulllnuvuvIIIuIv1111I1IIIInn1lIIIIIIIIIInI-IluIImummunllllllnlllllhlnll thought the subject very appropriate, for in school Milly used to have more trouble than the rest of us to maintain silence. Awfully glad to know, Ann, that you're making such a success at teaching Spanish, for you always seemed to be interested in so many things far from that. I am anx- I!eONllAN iously awaiting your visit, for won't we have a time discussing our Senior days at Bexley? It seems that the gods have smiled upon the class of 1925. Sincerely, PEG. Q MARGARET SCHELKEY, '25. Commencement Day Here at the cross-roads we're standing, Viewing the .years that are gone, Years that have been swift and fleeting Joyful with laughter and song. Far ahead stretches the future Wonderful mystic of youth, Bright with her promise eternal, Bright with her promise of truth. Here at the cross-roads we're parting, Each one must journey alone, Each one must choose his own pathway Building from days that are gone. ' And when we face life's stern battles, May memory bring us the sight Of the old faces and cheer us, Helping us e're to do right. CHORUS Farewell class-mates, teachers adieu, Here at the cross-roads, we must part from you, Hope calls us onward, bidding us be true. But memory binds us ever, to our Bexley High and you. Page Twenty-thrdo'