Columbus Grove High School - Col Gro Yearbook (Columbus Grove, OH)

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±-—±- 3 etc. As we now glance back over the last four years we conclude that they were most meaningful to us and we shall always have happy memories of our years in high school. As our closing sentence may we say that while we regret deeply to leave our high school we are at the same time ready and anxious to move on to the next nd more responsible stage in our lives where we hope to labor for our own betterment and for the betterment of mankind. —LaVerne Sink. CLASS ORGANIZATION Class President Vice President Secretary-Treasurer Class Colors....... Class Flower........ Class Motto......... ....... Ethel McDowell ........ Arlene Bogart ....... Lucille Fruchey ....... Green and White ....... White Tea Rose “Seize the Opportunity” The man who once most wisely said, “Be sure you’re right, then go ahead’’, Might well have added this to wit: “Be sure you’re wrong before you quit.”

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SENIOR HISTORY The fall of 1920 was a most important one in the eyes of thirty-eight pupils for this was the year they were to enter that new world known to them as “High School”. The first week was a novel one to them because of their having to get accustomed to new teachers, classes, and to the name “Green Freshies”. This situation was the Sophomore’s amusement and the Freshmen’s embarrassment. In October the Sophomores gave us (The Freshmen) a Hallowe’en party. Here occurred what the Sophomores termed “Initiation” but what we called “Torture”. We accepted our part though, without complaint but eagerly looked forward to a year later when we could be on the bossing end of the Freshmen-Sophomore Annual get together. In our first class organization we elected our new classmate Edgar Begg, as President; Vice President, Ethel McDowell; Secretary and treasurer, Lucille Fruchey. We decided to adopt green and white as our class colors and as a motto we chose, “Seize The Opportunity”. During our Freshman year we held two class parties. The first one was at the home of Belle Miller and she and Mildred Samsal entertained. At the second Marie Stump, Lilas Basinger and LaVerne Sink were hostesses. In our Sophomore year we left some behind while others joined our ranks. Now had arrived the long looked for time when we could entertain the Freshmen which we also did at a Hallowe’en party. In this the pleasure was all ours (?). One April night during this year, despite the down-pouring sleet, Arlene Bogart entertained us at her spacious home. Mary Bowers assisted Arlene in her entertainment of the class. The next year we were Juniors of course. A few more were left behind. This year we had an overcrowded condition in high school for the first and we were given an assembly room of our own. The largest class room, room 4, was used for this purpose. We enjoyed our segregation more than we at first anticipated. The high landmark in our Junior year was the Annual Junior-Senior Reception. We banqueted, toasted, and roasted the Seniors and then sent them joyfully into the world by beautifully decorating the Opera House for their graduation exercises. Then, too, our Junior year was characterized by the organization of a literary club in English Literature which met every Friday. Our programs were entertaining and educational and we consider the time well spent. Now we are Seniors. As we look back, how time has flown. Our number has decreased to nineteen. This year we found it necessary to bid farewell to our scholarly president, Edgar Begg, as sickness necessitated his remaining out of school for one year. We then elected Ethel McDowell as president and Arlene Bogart as vice president. This year we took up the study of Public Speaking. We, in a parliamentary way, appointed a committee to draw up a Constitution for the class. We amended and adopted this organism and secured good training in the process. In March the Leipsic high school challenged us to a debate which we accepted. At the time this went to press the question had not been chosen. Arlene Bogart, Lucille Fruchey, Ethel McDowell and Richard Busche were chosen as the debaters. Our class has always been well represented in baseball, basketball, plays, operettas,

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SENIOR PROPHECY We were traveling in Boston, ancl towards reading we were bent; After sizing up the city, to the library we went. ’Mong the books that met our vision, there was one of value much For each chapter of its contents, of our classmates all did touch. As we took this book and read it, we saw those familiar names, Of the class of ’24 and the record that it claims; We now shall try and tell of it, all contents to rehearse; The story as we found it, nicely written into verse. There is Frances as of school days still a dangerous shark at math, And Frederick is a minister in Spain’s untrodden path. Then Ethel, so the story goes, has spurned each offering mate, But with her cat and parrot, dwells in lonely spinster state. She, in touch with younger people, gives advice to those in trouble Who do find the world quite heartless, as they hunt themselves a double. Louis Mapel, as of school days, has a mind that’s keenly bent He’s toiled forward, onward, upward, and is now our President. There is Martha who has also marched along to beat the band, And now we find her honored, as first lady of the land. Then there’s Clayton as a banker is just salting down the kale And Roy as coach of football is widely known at Yale. There’s LaVeme whose voice in music, with the best is to be heard, No one can outdo her singing, she can warble like a bird. Calvin is still bright and quiet, just the same as when a lad, His voice rumbles in the pulpit, as he hits both good and bad. Arlene’s said to be as happy, as she e’er was in her life For Cupid pulled her heart strings and she’s now this preacher’s wife. There’s Mildred S. and Clara F. both traveling afar As missionaries in the East these classmates both do star. And Lois is the Matron at a country children’s home, The youngsters are so happy, as with her they daily roam. Next there’s Richard, who’d have thought it, makes his living on the stage; He’s been married but a fortnight—like the rest, a bird did cage. Mary has had joy and sorrow, scrambled in a mirthless state, To divorce four jolly husbands, has been this fair lasses’ fate. Yes, and there’s our smiling Harry, with his hair so pale and hue He, they say, has joined the navy, looks and feels each day so blue, He’s still single, who’d have guessed it, that he’d be without a mate, He’s quite rich, but Oh, so lonely! To have met with such a fate. There’s Marie who with her humor, makes her hearers fairly burst When on stage she makes those faces, peoples’ blues are soon dispersed. Mr. Smith who back at C. G. taught us Math and Speaking too Is now head of Ft. Wayne College, and has students not a few.