Bexley High School - Bexleo Yearbook (Bexley, OH)

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From left to right: Dick Price, Louis Venick, Clarence Nash, Betty Baumgartner, Meta Gregg, Gor- don McClelland, John Samuel, Helen Weirauk, Ruth Wolfe. SENIOR CLASS PLAY THREE-CORNERED MOON by GERTRUDE TONKONOGY Directed by MISS BERNICE I. MULLINS Mrs. Rimplegar..... Douglas Rimplegar. . Kenneth Rimplegar. Jenny, the maid . . Ed Rimplegar....... Elizabeth Rimplegar Donald ............ Dr. Alan Stevens. . . Kitty .............. CAST OF CHARACTERS (In order of their appearance) Presented in the high school, June 8, 9 ..Betty Baumgartner .......Louis Venick ......John Samuel .... Helen Weirauk .....Clarence Nash ......Meta Gregg .........Dick Price Gordon McClelland ........Ruth Wolfe Page Twenty-nine

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The ToPck LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE CLASS OF 1937 E, the senior class of Bexley High School, being of sane mind and sound body, do hereby make and declare this to be our last will and testament, to wit: We do bequeath our total sum and substance: six honor roll cards, twenty-three cents, six hundred and thirty-five theatre stubs, ninety-two short pencils, and two thousand, one hundred and twenty-three detentions to the seniors of next year. We do impart to the class of '38 the privilege of coming to the Junior-Senior prom free of charge. We do donate all of our text-books to the tender charge of Mrs. Handerson, the librarian. They have all been affectionately inscribed with such touching senti- mentalities as: Bored of Education, Open day and night, In case of flood, stand on this,” and Fragile, handle with care. The following members of the dear departing wish to ordain the following testaments: I, Stanley Greenfield, do will my excellent radio voice to Miss may-l-have-your- attention-please Waddell. I, Bob Startzman, do bestow my great collection of West Virginia jokes to any future Baron Munchausen who thinks he can better them. I, Jane Emig, do leave my dear friend and companion, Arlette, in the custody of Coach Smith. (Arlette's no vegetarian; she likes Polar Bear meat, too.) I, Bob Shumaker, bequeath my short hair-cut to Bill Heer. With a name and a mane like his, he might derive some benefit from the change. I, Kenneth Brooke, relinquish my marathon steadying record to Jack Chester. Another year and he'll almost have me beat. I, Bob Young, present the new editors with thirteen empty aspirin bottles. 'Nuff said. I, Louis Venick, do bequeath the A+ Mr. Hoel promised me for making the senior play, to Bob Holzbacher. From what I hear, he needs a few. I, Queenie Hill, do bestow my crown to any blond heir apparent. I, Jane Rehn, do will my short name to Carl Messerknecht. Imagine trying to squeeze all that in the small space on an application blank. I, Kay Huntington, do will a sufficient quantity of A-pins, Hi-Y pins, wilted cor- sages, and broken dates to anyone who desires to start a date bureau. Dutifully signed and sealed, this tenth day of June, in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and thirty-seven. , President. StLylTIC , Vice-President. a,yi£ Secretary-Treasurer. Page Tzventy eight

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---------------------------------Tl, e TOPch —................................ CLASS PROPHECY HEAVY darkness filled the room into which Bob Shumaker and John Patton were ushered, several nights following graduation. The young, foreign-look- ing girl (to whom they had given their Appreciation fee) left them at the door; and they stood there hesitating, gazing at the scene before them. Seated Turk fashion on a thick Persian rug, was a turbaned man dressed in red satin trousers and a green brocaded jacket. At his side was a lamp of blazing oil and before him, a large crystal ball. Ah, gentlemen, he drawled in a soft, questionably mystic voice. You wish to know the future of the Class of '37, do you not? He twirled his waxy, black moustache and gave a sardonic smile at the evident amazement of the two. Be seated and ye shall hear. The Great Mephistopheles sees all, knows all. Sounds like Fred Allen, whispered Bob as they lowered themselves to the floor, facing the fakir. Quiet, whispered the Mephistopheles, and dusting off his disguised fish globe with a silk handkerchief, he made several motions through the air, fingers extended. After gazing intently for a few moments into the ball before him, he began: I see airplanes, hundreds of them. They are owned by one man, James Boulton, who is manager of the Criss-Cross-Crash Air Lines. He has many registered pilots and flyers. In his service are Florence Morrison, Louis Venick, Arlene Dixey, Harriet Groves, and Eugene Nesser. Rodgers Magee is designing planes for the company, his latest one is called the 'Bumble B'; and the transparent wings flap. John swallowed hard and his lower jaw dropped. Mary Ann Jessup, Dorothy Reeb, and Befty Jean Lytle are stewardesses on the planes; and, while I'm speaking of aviation, Bexley High has a new flying field where Grayce Wilson, Ellis Born, and Dick Davis are giving instructions. I see a large stadium; the game is just over. Northwestern's eleven coached by 'Kenny' Brooke and the Notre Dame Irish helmed by 'Stubby' Essig, tied the score at 57-57. 'Kenny's' team was quite nattily attired in sweaters which Mrs. Brooke (Dorothy Wallis) and Helen Weirauk, who is teaching at Northwestern university, knitted. In a box are Governor Startzman of West Virginia, Ambassador Deitrick of Gautemala, and Congressman Samuel. To their left is Don Miller, founder and owner of the chain stores, Esquire Clothes for Men, with shops in all large cities. Herbert Leupold is sales manager of the company. Don is dressed in brightly con- trasted colors, a popular fad among the men these days. Above in the press box are Ted Groves and Jack Polley, who have been inter- preting the plays flashed over the world-wide television hook-up sponsored by Ben- nett and Co., and John K. Miller, who in his position as AP man has circled the globe a number of times. But alas, it is disappearing. A new scene, New York, is entering the crystal. There is a great liner ready to leave port. George Coclanes is captain and Patti McClure, hostess. There seems to be great excitement. Ah, I see a number of notables are leaving. There is Meta Gregg, the well-known Broadway successor to Zasu Pitts, who is to play in a new show in London. Virginia Hill and Anna Eileen Heckart, teachers in their own dramatic school, are here to see her off. Meta's new play will be directed by Gordon McLelland. Gordon and Dick Price share a bache- lors' apartment in London, while Dick operates a training school for English butlers. But I was speaking of the boat. There is Ruth Goldenberg and her party of boarding school girls. Ruth is conducting tours abroad this summer. By the rail, fairly smothered in gardenias, is Phyllis Stacy who has just finished writing her third etiquette book. With her is her secretary, Lucille Orr, who really, they say, conducts Phyllis' daily question and answer column for the leading newspapers. (Continued on page 53) Page Thirty