Hoover High School - Viking Yearbook (North Canton, OH)

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I9 52 N0-CA-H1 53 27 SENIOR CLASS HISTORY On September 10, 1923, around 8:30 A. M., a large covered wagon could be seen moving slowly along. At first it did not seem to be following any definite course, but a little later the horses settled downfinto an even trot and the wagon headed straight across the desert. This was the Class of '27. Scrambling all over the wagon were some forty or fifty young Freshmen. Most of them were anxious to go, but a few complained that they were merely going for their health f?J . At once we found our driver, Miss James, and the other guides, com- panionable and willing to tell us all the things of interest along the way. After a month or so of hard traveling, just as our Water supply was getting seriously low, we saw in the distance an oasis. Here we found sticks and wood from several low desert bushes. As it was so convenient we had a fine Marshmallow Toast. We finally reached our first stop-over somewhere near the end of May. All along the way our guides had pointed out and taught us all about the almost barren peak, Mt. Latin, and all about the various forms of plant and animal life known to Science that could be found. The next September we started on again. We found our old driver could not be secured for the rest of the journey, but in her place was the efficient Miss Patton. Our store of knowledge grew constantly. The chief event in this step of our travels, was a party given to several other caravans which happened to be going the same way we were. After a few months rest we moved on again. We were now getting more accustomed to the hardships of travel. It seemed that the farther into this desert We went the harder the pulling was. Often we needed help and sometimes We would be stranded for several days before we could get out of the sand. We usually encountered one semi-annual and one annual sand-storm around in January and May. These left many weak and exhausted. At our last resting place more of our companions turned back. And even after we had left that place and had gone on for several months our only boy turned back, leaving only twelve industrious girls to complete the journey. Those who turned back said' they had seen enough and were satisfied. But now we finally see ahead' a green, rolling plain, trees, rivers and lakes. How glad we are that We followed in the course we set out, for when we reach that plain we can say we have succeeded. I 'age T ty-two

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I9 :: NO-CA-l-ll :: 27 'iffy CLASS POEM In school days we start the long climb, Sometimes almost endless it seems, As we bend to our task for a time, We catch from the future some gleams Of hope, for where e'er we may go, Our thoughts to our school ever cling 3 If trouble assails us, or woe, In gladness of school days We sing. 'Tis study that leads to success, 'Tis better to strive, though in vain, We look to the future to bless The knowledge we hope to attain. The Road to achievement is hard, But we heed not the taunts of the throng, Our tasks must be done with regard, Our hearts must be bold, our faith strong. I give you a toast of great praise ' To teachers, whose unceasing aid Has taught us, through Wearying days, Of hard' work to be unafraid. No-Ca-Hi in our thoughts e'er will stay, As the class of nineteen twenty-seven Looks forward to that gladsome day Of success for which we have striven. For some the goal will be money, While others will strive for great fame, Some will seek paths that are sunny, But none will be downcast in shame, For back of our mischief and lightness, And back of our self-will and strife, We will try to gain some of the brightness Of the mightier records of life. Page Twenty-0 e

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-5-5-Q-E-Q-Q , , , , 5.5-5-5-J-2 I9 -- NO-CA-HI .. 27 -assesses SENIOR CLASS PROPI-IECY One spring day in the year of nineteen hundred and forty-two, I ar- rived in sunny Spain. It was all that could be imagined. No one had exaggerated the beauty of the flowers, and the balmy air which seemed to radiate music and the hospitality of the cosmopolitan peoples that over- flowed the streets and filled the Patios. In this beautiful country it was a custom to take a short siesta each afternoon. On one particular afternoon, when the weather was the nicest since I had arrived, I laid down for a short siesta and had a wonderful dream. A beautiful fairy clad in a pale green garment with large snowy wings appeared and said: I have the power to grant any wish you desire. Oh, how wonderful! I desire to see my old classmates that were graduated in nineteen hundred and twenty-seven, I cried. I shall grant your wish immediately, providing you promise not to utter a word to any of your friend's. Should you break this promise your wings shall be taken from you. We left Salamanca, Spain, and were soon flying over waving wheat fields, green pastures with large herds of sheep in them, beautiful gardens, castles, flowers and forests. Suddenly, the land ended and we flew over the Mediterranean sea. At last we reached Africa and flew over the great Sahara desert. We often saw long caravans of camels and their riders seeking an oasis. Our next sights were luxurious forests and wild animals and Victoria Falls. We finally descended' at a small village on the banks of the Orange River, about seven hundred miles from Pietermaritzburg. There in a small hut we saw the White Missionary, Marie Bouchie. In a short time, we flew back over Africa, across the Mediterranean, across the vineyards of France, and stopped to explore Paris, the fashion center. In a very famous shoppe, I saw a very beautiful dress model, Evelyn Immel. An aeroplane came towards us as we were flying over London. The aviator, Mary Sloat, was doing the loop-the-loop with the world's most famous daredevil, Marjorie Manchester, on the wing of the plane, which was 5,000 feet in the air. After this excitement we flew over the historic country around London. Having decided to rest before starting on the long journey across the Atlantic, we descended at Dove's Cottage at Grasmere in Lake County, the old home of Wordsworth. and Coleridge, famous English poets. Now this cottage was occupied by a prominent American novelist, Annamay Stickel. Annamay always liked to study the great authors' works when she was a Senior in High School. So she decided to go to England and continue their good work. Our flight across the Atlantic ocean was a long one, for the only things that broke the monotony were frequent ocean-going vessels. When we were about half way across, a fearful storm came up and we were forced to land on a great steamship. I was rather frightened until the Captain Page Twenty-three