Logan High School - Aerial Yearbook (Logan, OH)

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CLASS ZHHSTORY came, we saw, we conquered. This is the history of the Class of 1932 in a nutshell. We fecl that our class is one of the best that has ever been graduated, that it is a class of unusual genius and talent. How' ever, some of our classmates grew restless and thought perhaps the Class of 1933 would suit them better, and so we are forced to bid them a sad farewell. We entered upon our school career in 1919. We trudged along for eight years, at length attaining the highly desired position of Freshmen. During this year our Hrst class meeting was held. We elected Wendel Em' erick, president, Eugene Bray, vice president, and Everett Green, secretaryftreasurer. This was our last year in Junior High and we de' termined to make the most of it. The big event of the year was the Freshmen picnic which was held at Rising Park. It is one of the happy memories that we shall carry away with us. The next year we entered Senior High. This was indeed a great experience but we soon became adjusted to our surroundings and set about electing our class ollicers. These were: Eugene Bray, president, Kurtz Lytle, vice president, Donald Geddes, secretary, Rosemary Savey, treasurer. During that span of nine months many of our members became engaged in athletic activities and displayed some ability in that line. Our basketball team won the interfclass championship for the year 1930. From September until May everyone was looking forward to the Sophomore Banquet which was held at the Beta Hall. After the dinner we were joined by the Juniors and Seniors for the dance. fTiedj One event, however, marred our Sophof more year This was the death of Mr. Ridgf ley, our superintendent. Mr. Ridgley had been with us ever since we had started to school and his passing was a great sorrow to all. We were now fullffledged Juniors. Each one was highly aware of the fact and held his head proudly. We again elected Eugene Bray, president, Hood Westbrook, vice presif dentg Wendel Emereick, treasurer, and Kath' ryn Wright, secretary. As Juniors we could belong to the clubs, and life began to take on a more exciting aspect. We sponsored a picf ture show to help pay for the juniorfSenior Banquet which was held on May the thirf teenth. We came into our own with the advent of our Senior year. After grave consideraf tion we placed the responsibilities of our class on Wendel Emerick as president, Hood West' brook as vice president, Joyce Fields as secref tary, and Vifilhelmina Brooker as treasurer. During this year we have tried to set a shining example for the other classes. This has been, without doubt, the most interesting and def lightful time of our school life. We are sud' denly pensive and a little sad as we near the end. ln 1928 we thought four years would be an interminable time, and now we all feel that time must have 'ltaken wings unto itselfl' and flown away. Four years ago our High School meant little more than a place in which we could continue our education. But today it is a real, vital thing to us, it means much more than we can put into words, and as we go out from here and think back on these years it will be as though a treasure passed from our possession. Twenty three

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VALEDlC'l'ORY THE time has come for another class to bid high school farewell. Our feelings are somewhat mixed as we stand on the threshf hold about to enter into a new and strange phase of our lives. The predominant feeling is one of sorrow and regret. The happy asf sociations that we have had with the faculty, with one another, and with the school, have formed strong ties which we find difficult to break. It is only now, when school days for most of us are over, that we realize the true value of these associations. It is only now that we fully appreciate the worth of the friendships we have formed, the knowledge we have gained, the training we have receivf ed which has equipped us for a higher station in life than would otherwise be our lot. We are grateful to you, our parents and friends, who have made this training possible for us by your part in shaping legislation and in paying taxes. We are grateful to you, our teachers, who have dedicated yourselves to the task of train- ing us for our future careers. May your la' bor be not in vain! But in spite of our regret at having to part, we are eager to enter into the future, to see what it holds in store for us. We realize that whatever path we follow from now on will be beset with obstacles. We are resolved to' night that no matter how great these handif caps may be, we will never cease trying and will never fail in our attempt to be good citf izens. Classmates, parents, teachers, friends, we bid you farewell. S A ls lU TA T O R Y Willzelmimt Brooker, Second Horror Student QTiedj Friends, Parents, Teachers: On behalf of the Class of Nineteen Hunf dred and Thirtyftwo, I welcome you to enjoy with us, this evening, the entertainment aff forded by members of the graduating class. The four pleasant years spent in this High School have passed away into memory and it is, with both sadness and joy we look back on them as we now stand in the last week of our High School careerffsadness, because those happy times are over and now dear friends must partffrjoy, because they have prepared each of us to go out into life and fill his place more successfully. Many of us feel, tonight, as did the poet when he said: Twentyftwo .t Stop, stop, my wheelf -too soon, too soon, The moon will be the afternoon, Too soon, today, tomorrow. But we must not give way to this sadness, for we have merely reached the goal toward which we have striven for twelve years. This has been made possible by you, parents, teachers, and tax payers and we will endeavor to repay you by attaining good citizenship and the respect of our fellowmen. Tonight you will hear the history of our class reviewed, the will read, and the future foreftold. To you all who have aided in our social and educa- tional development, the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Thirtyftwo bids welcome.

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CLASS PROPHEC UN a sunny day in June, 1952, I was drivf ing thru Columbus on my way back to Logan to attend the twentieth reunion of the Class of '32. My mind was filled with memf ories of those high school days-but that rev' erie soon ended, for with a sudden crash I locked front wheels with a taxi and came to an abrupt stop. The crowd that gathered was somewhat amazed to see the three partie' ipants in the accident shaking hands and talk' ing in a most friendly manner. And, when two policemen arrived, their astonishment was complete, for with broad grins the arms of the law also joined in the general greetings. The smash turned into a miniature oldfhomefweek celebration, for Clyde Hockman was the taxi' driver, Joyce Fields was his fare and the smiling faces of Floyd Beougher and Bill Brown appeared beneath the policeman's caps. As we girls were anxious to continue our journey, our group parted, promising to meet the following week at the alumni banquet. Being a bit wary of automobiles for the time, Joyce and I set off on foot to board the slowf moving Hocking Valley train. Clyde had promised to care for my car, in fact, I later learned that those mechanically minded men, Lawrence Van Curen and Kenneth Edwards ran a thriving garage business on the cus' tomers that Clyde sent them. Since Joyce and I had been completely out of touch with each other, we lost no time in settling down to that national pastime of all women--conversation. She had but recently returned from a concert tour of Europe and being the Class Secretary, had meanwhile def voted her energies toward a IOOW reunion of the class that had graduated and separated twenty years ago. Taking a notebook from her bag, she began checking the names of those classmates who would not be with us on Twentyffour that day. The brilliant lawyer, Hood West' brook, was too entangled in affairs at the World Court to make the trip home. Don Gedf des was spending a leisurely life in Italy and simply couldn't make the effort which moving would involve. Ruby Nelle Dollison, the faf mous star of stage and screen, was under conf tract for a new picture which demanded both her presence and that of her leading man, Paul Hartman, in Hollywood. Aside from these, all would be present and would once more unite at the little red school house on the hill. And have you heard, continued Joyce, uthat President Branigan had Eugene Bray, Speaker of the House, pass a hill providing for the transportation of all Logan Alumni who are working for the Government so they can attend this reunion? Martha Getz, who holds that new Cabinet position of Secretary of Fe' male Affairs and Senator Betty Bartholomew are coming. Harold Evans, Ambassador to England, is making a special trip back and so is our Minister to Germany, Bruce Disben' net. Just then the train slowed up a bit and the conductor came through announcing that the next stop would be Logan, Queen City of the Valley. A familiar note in his deep, bass voice caused me to look up and face John Morley. Behind him, laden with magazines, candy, and the like, came George McNeal. We hastily alighted in front of the dgot and were almost run down by an onrush of huge sightfseeing buses. Always loyal to our sex, we chose one driven by Lelia Walters and Josephine Tom. They took us to a hotel which was managed by the Welch twins, Audrey and Dorlene, who, in turn, directed us to a restaurant.