Euclid Shore High School - Shore Log Yearbook (Euclid, OH)

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Porthole YOUR DAY The day is not quite happy, And yet it is not sad, You are not treated very well. And yet, not treated bad. Nothing seems to be quite right, And yet it's not all wrong, Time may not pass for you just right, And yet the day's not long. What makes each moment like a snail.'' What makes the day so blue? What makes all of your prospects fail ? Well it may be — just you. F. Z. '31. CHARACTER STUDY OF S. F. W. DO YOU KNOW WHO HE IS? XJTE is of medium height, thin, serious-minded, and an excellent judge of human nature. By some he is thought to be pre-occupied, stern, and quick-tempered. When one first looks at his hair it appears gray, as if from much worry, but at closer inspection one finds that it is a natural silver — an odd combination with his rather tan complexion. Tan from the sun? No, — and yes. He is not the type to don golf knickers and go out to his favorite club for a round of golf. Perhaps it came from early-morning strolls in the country, in rock-beds from much searching for objects of research — layers of rock, queer fossil formations, etc. He is a follower of sciences, a physicist, a chemist, a student of natural history. Yet, he is extremely human. He is married and has a lovely, com- fortable home. This home is his palace. Once his daily work is com- pleted he does not hesitate, but clambers into the old Chevi and tells her to get along home now, Eliza! It is men of this type that make the world a bigger, better, and more congenial place for just ordinary pupils in which to live. Dorothea Martens, '30. Page ticenty-tico

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«a 1930 GERALDINE TAYLOR Entered from Collinwood High. Student Council IV. Geraldme's a girl that's nice and quiet. You'll never find her in a riot. LARRY HOLLENBECK Entered from Collinwood High. Hi-y Club IV; Vice-President IV. Basket- ball IV. Wrestling IV. Lurry Hollenbeck of wrestling fame, Has won himself a cherished name. NORTH WIND Sing me a song, oh please. Of ships tossing on the high sea, And funny Eskimos at tea, Of mountains of snow so cold. And the Siberian Desert so old. Tell me of the many things O'er which a poet dreams and sings, Of the wonders happening in the North While I sit at my own warm hearth. Of the snapping polar bears, And the scampering frightened little hares. Tell me of your travels wide, Over many a wild country side. North Wind, North Wind, Sing me a song, oh please. Florence Zonga. Member of June 1930 Class. Page ttventy-one

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S3 1930 Robert March President LESTER RlEDEI -Vice-President Violet Trattar Secretary Margaret Lucas Treasurer Miss Olive G. Murphy Sponsor Page twenty-three