Logan High School - Aerial Yearbook (Logan, OH)

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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.

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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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The one on the left, said Dorlene, is en' tirely run by men-redfheaded men. And the one on the right, continued Audrey, is managed by women. It's called 'Blondie's Inn,' so gentlemen have two reasons for preferring it. Frankly, Joyce and I chose the one on the left, which flaunted a scarlet sign reading: The Crimson Cafe. Managers David Moore and Dean Dollison met us at the door and escorted us into a room decorated in various and violent hues of red. Our table was near the orchestra which was called Keller's Red' Heads. We recognized Max Keller, Loren Long, Carl Shepard, Rex Nay, Wendell Em' erick and Woodrow Nutter, all of whom looked most peculiar beneath fiery red wigs. The last three had formed a vocal trio and were fast becoming well known radio celeb' rities. Woody also did impromptu songs, composing original verses about the various guests. Dick Milne, who needed no improvsf ment on his own bright locks, was head wait' er, ably assisted by Murray Myers, another natural, From here we crossed to Blondie's Inn where we were met by two of the owners, Vif olet Erwin and Eloise Carrick. The sound of a banjo and a lowfpitched voice led us to the third share-holder, Joan Huls. The employees of the house were of the type commonly known as peroxide blondes. Kate Wright, whose ambition had been to be a dietician, was displaying her art in the culinary depart' ment of this establishment. Fanchion Black' stone, Iola Courter, Margaret Littlejohn and Waveline Emerick did a good business as waitresses, especially in regards to tips. Esther Shaw, whose hair had failed to procure her a position in the shop across the street, had or' ganized a chorus composed of Phyllis Cox, Mary Frisinger, Geraldine Hansel, Forest Heft, and Freda Smith all of whom were on duty this particular evening. Eager to see more of the town and discover other old friends we strolled on down Main Street. Passing Noel White's Garage, we glimpsed Ralph Spence's length stretched un' der the chassis of a sixteen cylinder Cadillac. I stopped to admire the car and inquired as to the initials M. J. K. on the door. It could mean Mary Jean Kleinschmidtf' Noel replied, but it really stands for Mad' ame Jeannette Kleinschmetta, the Polish opera star. She arrived tonight for the reunion ac' companied by her longfhaired foreignflooking manager who turned out to be Wesley Can' non-ffPat Murphy, her chauffeur and a long' suffering traveling companion, Frances Juerf gensmierf' While passing the new hospital on the way back to the hotel, we were nearly knocked over by three people who came running down the steps. The two nurses stopped to apolof gize and we knew them to be none other than Kathryn Starcher and Wilhelmina Brooker. The gentleman in the car was impatiently calling to them so they asked us to come along. Dr. Lytle, don't you remember Joyce Fields and Gayle Mooney? Kathryn inquired. Oh, yes, yes to be sure, he absently ref turned driving madly down the street. He's always like this when he gets a call from home Wilhelmina said, and we sped out from the city in grim silence. Mary Lemon in a trim uniform was stand' ing at the d.oor of the large country home. She begged them to hasten right up stairs and a few minutes later the two nurses returned obviously amused. His wife's little dog just swallowed anothf er bone, they answered. Weill wait in the car until he gets her nerves quietedf' On the way back Kathryn and Wilhelmina told us of many of our classmates. Rosemary Savey was the capable Superintendent of Sen' ior High, distinguished by her ability to teach any class in the school with perfect ease. Ken' neth Sheets, assisted by Don Yates, was the head of the Athletic Department. Hester Lee White supe1'vised both Classical and Modern Languages and Evelyn Carnes was in charge of the Commercial work. The schools bought most of their books from the large publishing house owned by Everett Green, whose success Twenty fm