Bexley High School - Bexleo Yearbook (Bexley, OH)

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THE ORCHt “Look yourself, said Bill. “Here’s a book of Children’s Plays by Ruth Wheeler, and this Modern Sonnets was written by Anna Kathryn Ault. Eagerly we feasted on. On the shelf we found The Principles of Theology—author, Theo' dore Boehm. On another, The Mysteries of Chemistry Revealed by “Tony Landrum (of course, “Tony was not on the cover). Exhausted by an hour of such browsing, we decided upon a brief interlude. The new pub' lie library just across the street proved the haven of our rest. “Rosemary Brightman is the head librarian here, I whispered to Bill, “and Louisa Gardner, Berneice Little and Etta Mae Huston are her assistants. How do you like it? “Think it’s great, grinned Bill, settling back in a great soft overstuffed chair, one of the several hundred in the large reading room. From where we were seated, at a full length Gothic window, we commanded a view of Co' lumbus’ most beautiful civic buildings. “The building with the pillars, over to the left, is Music Hall, I explained to Bill. “Nell Schelky conducts symphonies there on Sunday afternoons. Lillian Levin, of the New York Symphony Orchestra, was guest violinist last week. There’s a school behind the hall where Ruth McCullough and Virginia Gardner teach piano. Grace Benedict teaches voice there, too. The building opposite Music Hall is the Court House. Judge Kauffman is trying a case there now. “I didn’t know 'Chuck’ was ever interested in that type of work. “He isn’t, I explained. “Mrs. Kauffman is the judge, nee Helen Fuhr. 'Chuck’ is orchestra ieader in our most exclusive night club. A second Paul Tremaine, or I miss my bet. “I suppose Helen sentences all the people 'intoxicated’ by Chuck’s music. (Good old Bill with his same sense of humor). “Go on; I’m interested. “That’s the Education Administration Building over to the right, I rattled on. “Super' intendent William Halley has his office there. Margaret Gossenz is his secretary. And this reminds me—they’ve opened a new kindergarten school out in Bexley, and Mildred Connell, Hazel Scheaf, Vergene Petty, and Phyllis Levinson are teaching there. Freda Klingbeil is a 'gym’ teacher in one of the Bexley high schools. Martha Edgar teaches English in the University High School, where Barbara Elleman is principal. Hoarse from so much whispering, I subsided into silence. Bill picked up the Columbus Dispatch, which was on the table beside him. We scanned it together. “My word, read this! he expostulated, pointing to a front page article. I read: “Scientists Make Startling Discovery—Koch and Neunherz Find Use for Old Razor Blades. Farther down on the page we found, “Aviator Emswiler Sets New Altitude Record. We turned to the sport page. “Lytle Expected to Cinch Title for Phillies, read the headline. The criticism of a new talkie caught our eye on the theatrical page. “Actress Waltermire has done remarkably well in her latest production, directed by Tom Leahy—,” ran the article. In the same column we read: “Walter Russell, popular tap dancer, will perform at the Ohio next week. Inas Ealy, famous child impersonator, will be on the same bill. Phil Schiff is directing this lively production, which contains the newest 'hits’ by song writer, Helen Carson. The initials at the end of the article were “M. E. “Mary Eesley? questioned Bill. I nodded. 'Jean Moores is on the staff, too. She is the society editor. “Shall we renew the quest? asked Bill, laying down the paper. “Let’s. There’s much yet to be seen. We left the library and boarded a sightseeing bus. Comfortably seated, I began again, “Over there is the Medical Arts Building. Doctors Hay' den Rector, Lee Cavey, and Charleene Carrick have their offices there. Then a long'winded “barker , seated in the front o' the bus, relieved me of my job. “The structure on the right, he bawled, “is the city’s most beautiful office building, constructed at a cost of four million, six hundred and —’’ “Howard Seibert, stock broker, has his office there, I supplemented. “So does Ted PetZ' inger, the city’s most efficient accountant.” “Now over here to the left is our Y. M. C. A., continued the guide. “Charles Carpenter heads the swimming department there. He runs a boys’ camp in the summer, I informed Bill. “Didn’t Isabel Penn go into Y. W. C. A. work?” “Yes, she is secretary there now, and loves her work. Look! see that big department store? It is one of the best in town and is owned and run by Fred Schiefer. “Seems that most of our classmates prefer staying near the old home town, mused Bill. “Most of them do, I returned. “We do have our wanderers, though. Wayne Ketner is in Chicago now, angling for a seat on the Chicago stock exchange. Sue Baumann is out in Holly' wood, designing movie sets; and I heard that Harris Gitlin is in Idaho running a model farm. “On second thought, we are fairly well represented in world affairs, after all. A short time ago I read that Allan Meyer had undertaken an engineering project in Melbourne, Australia. Couldn’t be much farther from home. -21- CLASS 19 3 1

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THE 3oRCH CLASS PROPHECY “Just Imagine” A WIND storm caused it all. Yesterday was one of those typical March days that claim as their victims all persons who insist on wearing hats. Hats of every size and shape were JL flying through the air, with their owners in mad pursuit. I was on the point of entering the subway at Broad and High Streets, when something arrested my vision. It was a man, desper' ately chasing a departing hat. There was something familiar in that sprinting step. Could it be—? Only time would tell. The hat, which this man was apparently pursuing, was directly in my path. I stooped hastily and picked it up, just as its owner came puffing up. “Well, if it isn’t—!” we exploded spontaneously. My “hunch” had been right, for none other than my old classmate, Bill Roberts, stood be' fore me. I grabbed his arm, elbowed through the throng of pedestrians, and in three shakes of a lamb's tail, we were sitting at a little tea table by a fireside, munching sandwiches and supping chocolate. A “gab fest” was in order. “What an interesting little place this tea shop is!” began Bill. “Know who runs it? “I do,” I replied, modestly blushing. “I call it ‘Peggy’s Pancake Shop. We specialize in pancakes.” “Well, well, now isn’t that fine! I recall your early diatetic ambitions. ’ (This from Bill, the big business man, slightly condescending). “Now, now,” I interrupted, my womanly intuition coming to the front, “let's talk about you. Why it's been almost ten years since we’ve seen each other. I heard that you were in England with the Western Electric Company. Were you, really?” “Quite so, quite so!” answered Bill. “I'm the chief engineer at the London office. Jim Benedict has a similar job in New York. I’m just home now on a short visit. Bully old place, England. By the by, note the frock worn by the lady at the next table. Charming, isn’t it? She looks vaguely familiar.” “She should! That’s Betty Newburger,” said I. “She is singing in opera now. The dress she is wearing certainly looks like a “Mellman” frock, made by the famous dress designer, Zelda Mellman.” “Oh, I say! That reminds me. I met Jim Patton coming home on the Transatlantic Air Line,” Bill put in. “He’s the foreign agent for the Bethlehem Steel Corporation. Travels a lot. Told me he dined in Shanghai, China, at the Roger Edmiston Hotel with Marshall Dasher, who is a missionary there, and when he stopped in the Philippines, he visited one of the schools and found Ruth Waddell, Letha Stevens, and Virginia Michael all teaching there. He ran into Doris Howland when he stopped in Brazil, where she is the American Consul.” “What news! Oh look, coming in the door, over there. That’s the president of the Hunt' ington National Bank and his wife.” “Alias Hugh Bone and the former Miss Barbara Shumaker. Am I right?” questioned Bill. “How perfectly charming! Haven’t changed a bit. My young sister attended Columbia last year and had ‘Barb’ as a math teacher. She liked her jolly well. To change the subject, I’ve been noticing the dog prints on the walls. Remarkable work!” “They are,” I enthusiastically answered. “They were done by Elinor Shultz. Jean San' ford did the portrait over the fireplace. My own little terrier, ‘Skippy,’ posed for the sketch to the left of the door. ‘Skippy’ had colic last week, so I rushed him to the nearest veterinary hos' pital, and Dr. Robert Knies took care of him.” “Interesting, indeed. Could you tell me who decorated these windows and walls? The colors are perfect.” “Jane Reed did them,” I explained. “Her decorating work is splendid. She has a studio in collaboration with Evelyn Petzinger, who draws all the Campbell’s Soup advertisements.” By this time, all the sandwiches and chocolate had disappeared. We rose to go. Bill, eager to examine completely the changes time had made in Columbus since his absence, voted for a stroll of inspection up High Street. Leisurely we walked along, glancing up intermittently at the skyscrapers that loomed on all sides. On a second floor window of one building we read the sign, “Marsh, Sharpe, and Hays, Law Offices.” “Bertha Schiefer is their private secretary,” I informed Bill. “Best lawyers in town.” We paused for a moment in front of a book store. “Lynas” was the name on the plate glass show windows. “Not Eleanor of the auburn hair?” inquired Bill. “None other,” I answered. “Let’s go in.” In we went, but Eleanor had left for the day. Unable to resist the display of books around us, we indulged in a literary feast. “Look,” I exclaimed. “This novel is by Dorothy Sculler. It has the Pulitzer Prize cover on it!”

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THE ORCHtttvt “Yes, and Earl Elleman and Oliver Bierman are in Africa making air surveys of the Sahara.” The bus stopped with a jolt. We saw that a parade was impeding our progress. In one of the cars, bedecked with tri-colored bunting, sat Congressman Robert Wheaton. “Let’s get our here,” suggested Bill. As we descended, a strong gust of wind tugged at Bill’s hat. He snatched in vain. I stood watching him retreat into the distance, his hat rolling madly before him. MARGARET JOHNSON WILLIAM ROBERTS CLASS HISTORY IS AN historian, I hardly know where to begin, for I never realized that one class could crowd so many activities into four years of high school life. So -A. follow me as I read the first chapter of that most interesting hook, “The Class of 1931.” And here is the first chapter as recorded in the 1928 Torch Annual. Can these funny, scared-looking little freshmen, who gaze out from behind huge, horn-rimmed spectacles really be us — the Seniors? Yes, here is Sam Lytle on the football squad; “Peggy” Johnson and Hugh Bone are Latin Club officers; and Elwood Marsh and Dick Koch are on the student council, so that identifies us. That year, we were quite modest, as all freshmen should be, but we did have a class party and begin to blossom out considerably. The next chapter, headed “Sophomores,” grows more exciting. We began to realize that being a high school student really meant not only enjoyment in activities, but pride in the welfare of our school and class. Witness our participation in clubs, athletics, and scholarship. Helen Fuhr and Antoinette Landrum represented us on student council; Walter Russell, Sam Lytle, Bob Wheaton, and Bob Knies played on the football squad, while Sam and Hugh Bone made the basketball squad. Freda Kling- beil and Martha Smith played varsity basketball, and the sophomore girls were helpful in organizing the Girls’ Athletic Club. Nine of our class belonged to the Honor Club. The 1930 Annual reveals us as juniors, and that was an eventful year. Was it not? We came to the fore in dramatics, when Betty Newburger and Nell Schelky were the only girls who held parts in the cast of “Miss Cherryblossom.” Wayne Ketner, Dick Koch, Rosemary Brightman, and Letha Stevens were junior student council mem- bers. Three juniors were officers in the newly organized Hi-Y club. In football we really did “shine,” for Chuck Kauffman, Hugh Bone, Chuck Carpenter, and Bob Knies played on the team. Coach Smith said of Bob, “He will be the backbone of the team next year.” Sam Lytle, Hugh Bone, Wayne Ketner, and Chuck Kauffman played on the basketball squad. Nell Schelky was president of the G. A. C., and Freda Klingbeil filled the secretary’s job. The junior girls won the basketball championship, and Bertha Schiefer and Freda played on the All-Star soccer team. And as seniors, we are completing the book. It is hard to write this final chapter. It makes one feel quite solemn and just a bit sad. “Chuck” Carpenter was school presi- dent this year, and Barbara Shumaker was editor-in-chief of the Torch. Wayne Ketner filled the honorable job of basketball captain. The operetta, “The Belle of Bagdad,” was produced by a cast composed entirely of seniors. Sue Bauman was homecoming queen. Isabel Penn was Girl Reserve president, and Hugh Bone headed the Hi-Y’s. So, as we look back upon the activities of this year and of the past years, we, the seniors of ’31, may view it as the end of a part of our lives, but a part which is perfect because of its completeness and the happiness which it has brought to us. May we remember our four years, classmates, not as a song which ends in sadness, but as the grand overture to that fascinating drama of “Life.” So, ring up the curtain, and let the play go on! TTTTT CLASS 19 3 1 ▼▼▼▼▼▼▼TTV' — 22 — Nell Schelky.