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

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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

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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 21 N0-CA-HI ff 27 of the ship, Luella Ginther, extended her hospitality to us. We stayed on the ship until we got to New York. From New York city we crossed the beautiful fields of grain and forests, and visited Niagara Falls. There was a lot of excitement around the falls because Nora Martin was just ready to go over in a barrel especially designed for that purpose by her. From there on the scenes began to be familiar-especially in the court house in Canton, Ohio. Martha Wyles was sitting in her law office in conference with one of her clients. Of course, our next stop was North Canton. It certainly had changed in fifteen years. There were many new and large buildings. I saw very few familiar faces, but what else can one expect? The school house was twice as large as I remembered it. As I walked through some rooms, I saw some initials and names cut in the desks such as K. M., A. S., O. S., etc. This was done in the leisure time of students. After having satisfied myself with N. C. scenes, we flew north over the big city of Greentown Cthe home of one of my former teachersj , crossed Akron, which was still the rubber center of the world, and stopped at a children's hospital in the suburbs of Cleveland. As we walked through the hospital, we saw one child who had been given up by the doctors and was being nursed back to health and happiness by the Matron, Kathryn McCamant. My time being about up, we rushed on to Battle Creek, Mich., where we found Nellie Wright, a physical director in the Battle Creek school of Physical Education. As we walked into a theater in Chicago, to my utter amazement, I saw Mildred Myers, a famous blonde actress, playing the leading role in a play. Mildred looked as young as ever-because actresses always do. From Chicago, we flew over fields of waving corn and wheat in Illinois, across the great Mississippi to St. Louis, Missouri, where big ball games were taking place. ,The All-American Feminine Baseball Team, whose manager was Opal Smith, were playing the Ladies' Team of Canada. Now, there was one person we had not visited, 'so off we flew for the final lap of the journey. We flew across Kansas and across the Southwest corner of South Dakota. Soon the country began to get hilly. Frequently, we saw great herds of cattle. Just as the sun was setting in the west, we landed on a large ranch, about fifty miles west of Cheyenne, Wyoming, and found shelter in a small house. There was going to be a big round up the next morning, so we arose just as the sun was casting its beautiful rays of golden light on the mountain top. We went down in the beautiful green valley below, to await the appearance of the cattle. While we were flying around in the air waiting, I recognized the owner of the ranch, Marguerite Yarger. At once I thought of how queer it was that Cupid never invaded the class of '27 because none had ever married. As I said the first word about it, my wings disappeared, and I fell to the earth with such a crash that it woke me up, and I found myself in my bed in sunny Spain. Page Twenty-four