Ironton High School - Owl Yearbook (Ironton, OH)

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Class H isfory When a ship is built, to make it a real masterpiece, materials must he brought from all parts of the world, plans must be made and years of preparation must follow. Soon after the World War the materials were secured for the lastest work of art in ship building and from then on until nineteen thirty-one the blue prints were being drawn. In the year nineteen hundred thirty-one the real labor began. The workmen were all fine examples of exactly what the company needed. The frame work was started. It was one made of the steel that only hard study, good sportsmanship and ability will form. But all work and no play is no fun—therefore a few weiner roasts and parties were added to give pep to everyone and to encourage them to go on with their labors. As the second year rolled round the great framework was completed. Tt was a joyful time from both the social and educational standpoint. Visitors to the yard found there in the person of Thirty-Five, well developed minds, strong bodies, coupled with an ability to laugh and be happy. What could be finer than this ? Year by year knowledge and happiness grew in the minds of the laborers. Their dreams were now forming into something more tangible than before and the ship in due time was half completed. All of their work was seemingly successful. They gave a dance that proved to be a bigger affair than ever, a play that was the most thrilling, adventuresome and exciting one presented since they could remember and soon after that Fairyland itself was opened to them on the night of the Junior- Senior Prom. It was all so wonderful, they sighed as they faced their last year of labor. Now in the year nineteen hundred and thirty-five they see, gradually shaping itself before them, something truely beautiful. They realize that these four long years have surely not been in vain. To complete it all they add the Senior activi- ties. With the Baccalaureate Sermon the mast is finished and with Commencement the pilot takes his place at the wheel. She moves and is alive at last! Amid shouts of triumph a seaworthy craft, the class of Thirty-five is launched upon the waters. We know not through what gates our ship may pass, what foreign port may throw wide their doors to her, what winds may toss her about on angry waves, yet she will sail on—unafraid—knowing that she may— Fear not each sudden sound and shock, ’Tis of the wave and not the rock; ’Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale. In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! —Ann Louise Davidson. COMMENCEMENT CADENDAR April 26—The Ghost Train May 22—May Day May 24—Junior Senior Prom May 28—Class Day June 2—Baccalaureate June 3—Commencement 21

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I, Roy Slack, will my ability to sit with any girl and flirt with the teacher to Baldy Grounds. We, Robert Smart and Cecil Smith, will our Ashland Queens Anne Belle and Mabel to Johnnie Johnson and Paul Anderson. I, Harvey Smith, will my running ability to any chicken thief. W e, Chet Spicer and Tom Triplett, will our power over Miss Flower to the Juniors. I, John Spicer, will my love of Pauline Swain and my name as captain to Lefty McAfee. I, Vivian Spradling, will my sophistication to the Juniors who are badly in need of it. J. Raymond Stapf, will my high ideals to anyone who can get that high. I, Ben Stephen, will my seat in Miss Flowers' room to Tommy Jones. I. Paul Stephenson, will my ability to play football to Hugh McCurdy. I, Edna Ruth Stepteau, will my winning smile to any sour face. I. Richard Stepteau. will my ability to get French to anyone who wants it. 1, Dora Stone, will my grin to any depressed Junior. I, Virginia Tabor, will mv position in Miss Jones’ Latin Class to any on coming Latin student, but I do not will my C.A.R. to anyone. I, Hayes Tate, will my Tarzan figure to the blessed Waldo’s. I, James Thompson, will my love for the girls to anyone who is unable to take it. I, Evelyn Thurman, will my ability to get Latin to Washington Ross. I, Ellen Troutman, will my sense of humor to Mary Berg. I, John Turnbull, will my debt to Miss Moreland. I, Howard Unrue. will my seat in Miss Dana’s room to any poor, undeserving person. I. Leo Vance, will my American History credit to Miss Flower. I, Alice Vaughn, will my love to drive a car to anyone who can find one to drive. I, Earl Wade, will my seat in 124 to anyone who doesn’t know better. I, Kathleen Wagner, will my shorthand ability to Betty Wagner and my Emerson to absolutely no one. I, Frank Waller, will my pipe to someone who has a good nose. Anyone wishing it, see Edwards and Porter. We, Genevieve Ward and Sara Wilson, will our tapdancing ability to Esther George and Virginia Foster. I, Bob Warren, will my ability to run the planes in Manual Training to anyone who wants to get his arm cut off. I, Betty Wheeler, will my speech making ability to Alice Frazier. I, Franklin Wilson, will my seat in American History to any Junior who can take it. I. Ralph Winters, will my power over Miss Dana to some poor, unfortunate Junior. I, Andy Wise, will my loafing place to Jim Vance. I, Jeanne Wisenberger, will my ability to blush to Genevieve Leighton. I. Willard Woodburn, will my fish like swim to anyone with a life preserver. I, Dorothy Workman, will my man-hating ability to Bugs Brammer. She may need it. I, Leonard Workman, will my ability to swim to any duck. I, Hazel Pelfry, will my ability to blush in American History to Nettie lhompson. I, Roberta Welch, will my eccentric personality to anyone with a bad disposition. I, Dick Gasser, will my laziness to Mary Jane Hoffman. I, Curt Kelly, will my running ability to any future track man. In testimony whereof, I, President of said class, have set my hand to this our Last Will and Testament at fronton High School this thirty-first day of May in the year of Our Lord, One Thousand Nine Hundred Thirty-five. —Frank Waller, President —Betty McGugin, Secretary

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Senilior Highlights September 10. A smile-hello-a handshake. Seniors now—we greeted each other. We had no sooner picked our favorite seats than the round of Senior activi- ties began. Frank Waller was chosen as president from the list of capable candi- dates to direct us through a successful year. Football season opened October 5. All the games were filled with excitement and thrills. The school spirit this year was stronger than ever. September 29. Senior weiner roast, the only outdoor event of first semester, was a howling success. Anyone who didn’t go missed a grand time! October 19. 'I lie results of weeks of hard, steady work was shown in the first publication of the Gryphon. Wasn’t it a fine edition? And didn’t everyone enjoy the Locker Lowdown Column? This column taught us to keep our secrets to ourselves or we would see them in print a few days later. We owe the success of this paper to efficient Ann. October 31. Senior Hallowe’en Party, and what a party! Didn’t everyone look just darling in his costume? One could hardly recognize his classmates in all the regalia. Everybody turned out and the music was grand. November 29. Nerves—Nerves—Nerves. They were completely shattered by the end of the Portsmouth football game Thanksgiving Day. We arrived at Portsmouth with a feeling of hopefulness and did not lose it throughout the game. We were turned back with a score 14-7. We were proud of our team just the same and thought it was a wonderful game. Alas! We are still awaiting revenge. December 13. The event of events! The Football banquet. Wasn’t it a lovely affair? And didn’t Ruth Cox make a charming Football Queen? Chet Spicer was named the most valuable man and he certainly deserved the honor. Next year’s captain was named, George McAfee. He should fill the place with great capability. December 14. Hear Ye! Hear Ye! Bridge-Euchre-Dancing. Three hours of wonderful entertainment. The Seniors Christmas Party is still in the minds of many. John Turnbull, as master of ceremonies, was a scream! Helen Feil was awarded the door prize which was a luscious box of chocolates. Here’s hoping she didn’t turn to sugar. December 15. Basketball season opened. The first game was as exciting as the last. Many hoys showed skill in basketball as well as in football. Tom Triplett was the captain and didn’t he make a fine one? December 21. Christmas Vacation. Hurrah! Free from study for two whole weeks. The best news in ages. Just loads of fun and rounds of hilarious parties to talk about on our return. January 7. Oh dear! Back to the grind again. January 17. Student teachers day. The Seniors certainly felt high and mighty that day! A Senior substituted for each teacher and for six hours was ruler over the lower classmen. Experience is the best teacher, isn’t it Seniors? February 14. The day of romance and glamour! Everyone looked just too ducky for words in his costume for the A. S. B. Party. Some reigned as kings, others as queens, and some as knights. To make a long story short, it was a won- derful party! February 20. Senior and Sophomore Chapel Program. Don’t anyone dare to say he didn’t like that chapel program. It was the highlight of all chapel pro- grams of 1934-35. Here’s hoping there’s many more like it. February 22. Washington’s Birthday. Breaks and more breaks. A holi- day ! Why can’t there be more than one Washington ? Anyway, it was a regular spring day and everyone enjoyed it. February 25. Under the efficiient management of Charles M. Weegie, Grace, Genevieve, Kathleen, Hilda, and Thelma C, our annual subscription drive went over with a bang. It seemed as if everyone wanted one of these books Why? They knew it had to be good, that’s why!