Logan High School - Aerial Yearbook (Logan, OH)

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THE CLASS PROPHESY ELIZABETH SMITH, Third Honor Student Q A FEW WEEKS before graduation, it so happened that I was forced to undergo a minor operation. just like everyone else who has had an operation, I am going to tell you about it. The anesthetic produced a very peculiar ef- fect upon me. It appeared as though I were leaving the present and walking in- to the future. The time seemed to be ap- proximately fifteen years after my grad- uation: the place, New York City. Now, in my unconsciousness 1 as I descended in an elevator from my apartment, I ex- changed a few words with James Brooks, the elevator boy and with Pauline Heine, who was on her way to her work as top feature writer for the Daily Tell-All. She was telling me what a coincidence it was that so many of our former class- mates worked on the same paper as she. Above all was Ralph Poston, editor-in- chief of the Daily Tell-All, then there was Bernard McC-raner, one of the best of the news photographersg Jack Smith, Wayne Vancuren and Bob Snyder were foreign correspondents: joe Thomas and J 0 e Karshner, sports writersg James Steele, humoristg and Phyllis Leonard, private secretary to the editor. This picture faded away and another came into view. It was the dear old high school: itself. As I went up the steps and entered the door, I heard voices singing. I went in the direction from which the sound came and presently enterd into a much larger and better equipped music room than I had ever dreamed of L. H. S. having. Standing in front of the singers, directing them, stood none other than my old classmate, Shirley Mooney. We talk- ed together for a few minutes, during which she told me that the personnel of the school had been almost completely changed since our days as students here. Lawrence Adcock and Marjorie Wells were handling the physical education de- partment quite efficientlyg Mary Collison and Dorothy Newman had taken over the typing classesg Mary Elizabeth Wolfe was teaching French: Ralph Woodard had taken Mr. Ellingeris place in the physics and chemistry labsg and Juanita Root was teaching history. I asked what had be- come of Bill Knapp and his musical abil- ity and I was told that he had established his own school of music in which he em- ployed Helen Funk, Paul Stump, Betty Riggs and Wilma Bratton as instructors. Shirley asked me whether I had noticed the murals as I came in. I said, Of course, no one could miss them. She said they had been done by Jeanne Schie- bell and Bill Wolfe, who were both well- known artists by now. Again the scene changed. This time I seemed to be in a studio in Hollywood. In a voice that sounded vaguely familiar to me, I heard someone shout, Cut! I finally connected the voice with a person sitting in a chair which had director printed on the back. When the man turned around, I recognized him as Robert Wilson. He rose immediately and came toward me. He said they were in the act of making the world's greatest picture called, 'il Tell of Me, starring Dale Engle and Ruth Thomas, with a sup- porting cast of Bill Walsh, Robert Gra- ham, Alice Carpenter, Billie Bryan, Mar- ion Gray, Fern Iles and Clinton Mohler. Joe Mock was head of the stage crew, which included: James Redick, Don Ski- ver, John Wilson, Luther Mowery and Herbert Greene. At this point another picture complete- ly blotted out this one. Now I was in one of the well-known unight-spots call- ed The Emerald Casino. The owner was Phil Francis. He had obtained, for this night, the best band of the land, Fitzie's Ritzies. It seemed natural to see Virginia at the piano, Harry Shaw playing his trumpet, Carl Risch with his trom- bone and Rosamond Fox as the star vocalist. Among the waiters were: Odis Landis, Harold Larimer, Myrl Skiver and Harold Snider. The hat-check girls were Betty Hansel, Martha Geslin, Dorothy Rider and Sara Jane Goss. The scene now shifted from the nighi club to a court room. There was a very important case going on and I cou'd see one of the lawyers talking fast and fur- iously. As I came nearer, I recognized the lawyer as Ralph Nash. He seemed to be convincing the jury of the innocense of his client, Josephine Rush, who was charged with deliberately stealing the husband of a girl whom we used to know as Betty Rohrer. On the jury I recogniz- ed Elnora Rutherford, Charlene Snider, Wayne Ball, Robert Hugli, John Taulbee, Veronica Voris and Edna Richards. Now I saw a huge auditorium filled to overflowing with people who were there to hear the great concert musician, Robert Price. After the concert, I talked with Earl Thompson, Bob's manager, who told me the whereabouts of some of our other classmates. He informed me that Jose- Page Twentyfsix

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THE VALEDI C TORY Eleanor Brown, First Honor Student Q HOLMES has said: l find the great thing in this wor'd is not so much where we stand as in what direction we are moving, to reach the port of heaven we must fly, sometimes with the wind, sometimes against it -- but we must fly and not idle, nor lie at port. We are about to launch our crafts in the great universe of life. We have toil- ed with patience and courage during the past twelve years to equip ourselves with those abilities needed to make a success- ful journey. Not least among these abilities are those of service, the true source of happiness, and leadership so needed today when we must ever be vigilant of the privileges and duties so sacred to our Democracy. Some of us will feel the need for addi- tional instruction before taking off and will enter schools of higher learning, there to find that the actual launching still involves both the element of fear and the element of anticipation. What of the future? We have no seers to encourage or warn us, but we have a design in our hopes and plans. Some will soar above the clouds, while others will float low, keeping the Unoiseless ten- or of their way. For both, the goal will be Success We are mindful of the fact that the at- tainment of success will not be due to our efforts alone. Our parents, teachers and friends have aided us, and to them we are grateful for the help and encouragement without which we might not have arrived at this point on our journey. As we say 'farewell' we are reminded: Only the Master shall praise us, and Only the Master shall blame: And no one shall work for money, and No one shall work for fame, But each for the joy of the working, and Each, in his separate star, Shall draw the Thing as he sees lt, for The God of Things as They are! THE SALUATORY Mary Wolf, Second Honor Student Q MEMBERS OF THE faculty, Par- ents and friends, As a chosen representative of the class of nineteen hundred thirty-nine and in its behalf, l welcome you to our class night exercises. On this traditional occasion. we give public utterance to our feelings of thankfulness, to our sincere gratitude to all who have made possible the privileges we have enjoyed. We may be unable to cast our thoughts in the mold of per- fect expression or to deck them out in roseate terms, but the candor and sincer- ity of purpose that prompts them must serve as the touchstone of their genuine- ness. First of all we acknowledge our indebtedness to our excellent school sys- tem, to our democratic government that makes such a system possible, to our Board of Education, to our Superintend- ent, Principals and teachers that enable the system to function with such effici- ency. Their undefatigable efforts in our behalf we hope in some measure to repay through unstinted and unselfish service to the public weal. To our parents we bow in homage and as suppliants before a royal benefactor, we beg them to believe that all we are and all that we hope to be, we owe to their unstinted sacrifice, their untiring patience and their un- fathomable good will. And now, having acknowledge our debt of gratitude to all of our benefactors, we face the future with the full determination, not only to pass to the coming generations, the privi- leges that are ours, but also to augment these privileges with more abundant ones as providence shall bless our efforts. 1.l. . THE CLASS POEM Shirley Mooney, Fourth Honor Student Long seemed the way years ago, But the time has hastily passed. We have all worked hard mid joys and tears, And now this year is our last. Now those years seem quite like a play, ln which each had a leading role. All have tried to do their parts well, So that they may reach their goal. The actors on this stage of ours, So seldom receive loud acclaim. lt is not needed, for they know How fleeting is this thing called fame. We've had twelve years of rehearsal, And are ready for opening night. From here, each does a monologue. He must fight for his place in the light. Then when the great curtain rises, When the acting begins anew, The knowledge we've heretofore gathered Will furnish each player his cue. All of us cannot be famous, But whatever the part that we play, We'll do it with all that's within us, Regardless of how rough the way. Page Twenty-five

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phine Adcock was head of a large child- ren's home. ln her employ were Marg- aret Arnett, Ada Bigham, jean Hamilton, Willard Seckman, Dick Tschappet, Frieda Nupp and Ruth Poling. He told me that among the maried members of our class were Madalyn Boch, Eleanor Brown., Rosemary Canty, Eloise Humphrey, Vir- ginia johnston, ldabelle Van Atta and Catherine Miller, Raymond Ellis, Herbert Engle, Paul Goss, Doyen Hartmann and Paul Risch had all married and settled down on farms. As l left the auditorium, l saw a long stream of cars going past. l finally de- cided it must be a funeral, so l looked for a hearse. When l saw it, imagine my sur- prise to see ul... E. Evans, Funeral Direc- tor written on the door. Next in my vision l saw a football field. l heard the fans shouting, Get in there and fight, ,Iaggil Sock him, Herb! Mow him down, Conrad! From that l gathered that Herbert jones, Bruce Jaggi and Stanley Conrad were playing profes- sional football. Among the crowd in the bleachers, l recognized Marjorie Stivison, Mona Starr, Marjorie Richards, Dorothy Price., Frieda Poling, Leota Phelps and Carl Clendenen. Now I was walking down a hospital corridor. On the list of patients l read the names: Margaret Kaiser, Retha Lohr, Esther Marks, Helen McDermitt and Josephine Marsh. Coming down the hall toward me, l saw a group of internes. As they came up to me, l recognized james Kelch, Floyd, Rheinscheld and Harold Saulters. On the signal board I saw the signal flashing Calling Doctor Houk, Calling Doctor Houkf' l wonder- ed if this could be my old friend, Bob Houk and when l looked at the list of doctors in the hospital, l found this to be true. Also l saw the names: Dr. Earl Bell and Dr. Merl Bell. At the informa- tion deck l saw Edna Crane, Dorothy Duffy and Katie Gray, who were nurses now. They said that Magdaline Wei- land, Mary Ann Moorehead, Martha Smith, Opal Carpenter and Virginia Willige were also successful nurses. Now everything faded away and l opened my eyes to look upon a real hos- pital room. When l regained my senses, I decided l had just come out from under the anesthetic and all the preceding inci- dents had happened in my subconscious mind. lt looks as if Pope were right when he said, On life's vast ocean di- versely we sail. THE CLASS HISTORY DOROTHY NEWMAN, sixth Honor student Q WE THE CLASS of '39 began our school career in the year l927 in the Logan Public Schools. The first six years having been completed, we entered jun- ior high. There we came in contact with the routine of junior high which at first seemed very strange to us, but during the next two years we became accustomed to it. We then entered the first year of high school. This year we felt very superior as we were the Seniors of junior High School. At our first class meeting, we elected the following officers: joe Karsh- ner, president: Phyllis Leonard, vice- president: Dale Engle, secretary: Lee Evans, treasurer. Our freshman year was brought to a close by the freshman picnic held at Rempel-Wasson Memorial Park. The following year we entered the sen- ior high school as sophomores and again we witnessed the same procedure of learn- ing a new routine as when we entered junior high. The class officers elected this year were: Ruth Thomas, president: joe Karshner, vice president: Dale Engle, secretary: Bill Walsh, treasurer. T h e sophomore banquet was held at the White House, May I4, ending the school year. At last we were juniors and at once we realized that the two remaining years would be very shortl We chose the fol- lowing officers for our junior year: Ruth Thomas, president: Rosem a ry Canty, vice president: Bill Walsh, secretary: Lee Evans, treasurer. Our junior year was a very active one for everyone. We had a turkey raffle and served a lunch at school in order to secure money for the big event of the year, the junior-senior ban- quet. The seniors were our guests at the banquet held May 6. We had now reached the position of seniors and we would be leaving Logan High School. ln our senior year we gave much consideration to the election of of- ficers who were to represent our class. Those elected were: joe Karshner, presi- dent: Virginia Fitzgerald, vice president: Bill Walsh, secretary: Ruth Thomas, trea- surer. This year we were the guests of the juniors at the junior-senior banquet held at the Masonic Hall, May l2. Having finished our school career., we realize now that we are at the beginning of a career which only the future can fore- tell. It is with much regret that we leave Logan High School and with us shall al- ways be its memory. Page Twenty-seven