Bexley High School - Bexleo Yearbook (Bexley, OH)

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X I was desirous of better sleeping quarters and sought for rooms in a mammoth new hotel. To my surprise the owner of this building was Sanford Lakin. Just why Sanford should have been running a hotel I am afraid I cannot explain for he had never expressed any such desire, when I knew him. QPlease blame such an improbability on my cold.j Billy Barrett and Dan lNIcDowell were his noble assistants and while neither of these gentlemen were married, they were as much the ladies' men as ever. After spending a very quiet Easter I broke the tension Monday by attending Keiths. VVell, I was almost overcome when I discovered that most of the acts were made up of Martha Ludwig, Josephine Manly, and Dorothy Bateson. Martha had her famous accordian, J osepl1ine's program consisted of vocal selections accompanied by herself and Dorothy's act was made up entirely of dancing. VVe had never given Dorthy credit for being able to trip the light fantastic, as she did that day. A chorus of Ohs and Abs arose at intervals from the audience during her numbers. I gotan interview with Josephine and ltlartha and they informed me that: Bob Lott had finally decided to ,take up his father's profession and with a Dr. prefixed to his' name was getting along famously. Oh yes, he and Alice were married. Irving Brown had proved a most gifted and successful accountant.: Lucille Cremeans was doing her bit for God and humanity as a missionary in India. By some way or other Frank Smith had come into a Countship and was a Count with a big long name, living in France. Frank had always reminded me of a Count and I could think of a no more fitting ending for him than just that. Eugenia Lorenz was one of the finest architects available in New York City. She and three other girls, Ina Ford, Ruth hIacDonald and lfary hloulton were baching it and living in luxury and having a great time all to themselves. Their beautiful home, I was made to understand, was of the rare and captivating archi- tecturea of which only Eugenia was capable. Bofb Fisher had risen by his own hard labor and merit to the sole owner, of the Columbus Dispatch and Ohio State Journal. Ralph Linscott was President of Ohio State University. Ralph had always been interested in education so I was not greatly surprised at this piece of news. Suzanne Roper was happily married and living in her House o' Dreams which had been patterned after her own ideas. Edythe Polster had won fame as The VVorld's Greatest Humorist, and during odd moments had written several much talked of books. Her home was in New York and she had taken to the big city with her, Katherine Blellman, who was a combination of pal, chaperon, and private secretary. Harry Morris had risen to fame as a clever specialty dancer with George VVhite's Scandals. Carnegie Library had as its head, Elizabeth Emmert and one step under her was lNIary ltlarsh Now we had always thought it was lVIary's cousin that was to be tl1e librarian, but then, the unbelievable always happens. Henry Busch was a professor of science at Capital University. Joe Gossenz had taken over Connells' green house and it was now a budding and blossoming floral shop, yet it could hardly be called a shop for it covered a whole block. Harry Parsons, like Bob Fisher, was the owner of a huge newspaper, The New York Times, and being fond of the weaker sex had two very efficient private secretaries, Almeda McKahan and Alice Schmehl. 1 Twenty five

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EJ ------' --------- El 9255 : .-A, llgglll Class Prophecy 1 A-'N - 'lr l ly -I-P I . , 'L-'71 W Aren't colds the queerest things? They make you so thickheaded that you can think or imagine the most absurd circumstances and yet, every once in a while, some queer thought turns out to be, well-not so queer. lVith such a fitting situation for a class prophecy I will now begin my tale of absurdities and, I may venture to say, occasional truths. Since it was Easter vacation and my time was once more my own, I felt a longing in my heart to revisit my old home town. Arriving in Columbus on the evening of Good Friday I felt it my boundin' duty to attend church, so I decided to go to the Christ's Lutheran Church, which was so near my old home. Upon entering I was surprised and yet not surprised to see Edward Klopfer preaching with eager enthusiasm to a church full of just as enthusiastic laymen. The sermon indeed did my soul good and I was proud t obe able to say to my neighbor, Oh, yes, Reverend Klopfer and I were in high school together. At the close of the sermon I made my presence known to Edward and, as usual, when an old class- mate greets another, we began to reminesce. Our outstanding remember when was our frequent before-class disagreement as to just how our Virgil for the day should be translated. It being Holy VVeek I refrained from any unnecessary entertainment and so the next day I obtained a city directory and learned just Where to find who. Bly first destination was the home of Gladys Loudenslager. Yes, she was still a Bexley resident but one who would hardly have recognized Bexley as I saw it. It was no longer referredto as the Village of Bexley, or Bexley, a suburb of Columbus. It had grown and prospered unbelievably. I had heard that Gladys and Paul Moore were touring:with the Metropolitan Opera Company, and I trusted to luck that I would find her at home. Luck favored me and she it was who greeted me at the door. She told me that she had been on the road for a while but had given it up and taken to real estate in which she was really interested. lve always felt that Gladys had a good business head. ' I asked her about many of the old boys and girls and learned from her that Irma Hale, Lucille Kruckeberg, Martin Heil, VVilliam Teegardin, Clarence Sheats- ley and Tom Davis had come away with first honors at the last Olympic Games in France. They sailed on the Leviathan and guess who was in the original Levia- than orchestra? None other than Ray Klingbeil at the piano, Bill Strickler coaxing forth wails and moans from his sax and close by Paul Sterner put all his energy into his traps and drums. Not so bad for our old Bexley boys, I should say. I was over anxious to know about my ever-mischievous pals, Irene Handley and Elizabeth Roderick, and was indeed glad to hear that they had done nothing worse than go to the South Sea Islands with Miss Hamann. For some reason or other our Lib had given up her career as a nurse. f The day proved all too short, and soon, I found myself saying a lingering goodbye to Gladys. But before leaving I asked her if she could recommend me to a reasonable tea room and she directed me to just such a place run by Esther Tom- linson. I was so glad to know that Esther's previous years of guidance under her mother had proved so worth while. It is needless to say that I was delighted with my meal. Two n t y- f ou 1'

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E --------w -------'- J3 fue -----'- E Dorothy Quigley and Clara Mathew had had their dreams realized and each were married and though no one had received any recent news of them it was believed that they were very happy. Carl Obenland was a radio announcer of great reknown far and wide. Dorothea Bauerle was owner of a very popular roller-skating rink. Remember how Dorthea used to dote on roller-skating? ' Margaret: Emswiler had proved herself a very capable leader in church affairs and was at that time the director of the Epworth League where she attended church. Virginia Lee Crosby was head nurse at the famous Wfalter Reed Hospital in lVashington, D. C. Harold Goldman was the Speaker of the House of Representatives and was residing in VVashington, D. C. You're wondering what I've contributed to the world--not much, I'm afraid. Like the rest of my generation I was restless and dabbled in the field of every profession imaginable but soon grew tired and settled down to the delight of my family. To add to their delight I took up the family profession, and am now the boss of my own printing establishment. Being now a member of the Interna- tional Association of Independent VVomen, I'm wondering just which 'is the weaker sex. . - .-1? , G Y RANGES LENL . Class Song Tune: Song of the Vagalzonrla-. Colne all you Seniors of Bexley High, You who leave this school tonight, VVho leave this school tonight, NVe'll raise our voices to the sky, On graduation night. Here we've been prepared to seek our place in life, Strive we must for Bexley High. Chorus: VVe who now start onward, Bexley shows us forward, And we'll follow cheerfully. Four years now support us, And we've allebefore us, lVe must work successfully. Onward! Onward! On our way we go- Forward! Forward! Reaping what we sow. XVill we try our hardest? XVill we reap the harvest? Oh, just try us Bexley. --EDY'r1-IE PoLs'rER. Twenty-six