Ohio City Liberty High School - O Citian Yearbook (Ohio City, OH)

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THE GRUMBLER SPEAKS Have we got a school or have we got a prison? It'll take Professor Quis to an- swer that one. In the winter time they tell us to stay at home until 8:30, so we won't have to stand out in the cold and freeze our hands. In the summer time they give us the dickens for not being here on time. So you see we don't know what to do anymore. The first year of my prison career, when it was cold, they allowed us to stand on the inside of the building on the stepsg the second year they made us stand on the outside of the first doors, the third year they made us stand on the outside of the buildingg and on the fourth year they made us stand out on the front sidewalk. I certainly hate to think of what they will do next ywear. I suppose they will make you wait up town in front of Witten's Fillaing Station, for the bell to ring. After I cnce get into the prison, it is so dark that it is like being in solitary confinement. First I go to my English cell and try to catch up on a little sleep I lost on the night before. Then someone kicks me on the shins and tells me to straighten up. After class is over we march out in single filxe before a tall blond guard, who stands at the door and counts us to make sure that every one has been there. When we want to get a drink, we must take along a towel and straw. The towel is to take care of the shower we get in the morning session, and the straw is for the afternoon session when we have to suck it up. As we wander along, we finally get into the gym class, the class we all used to like, we think we might get a little basketball practice, but instead we have to either listen to a lecture on health or take exercises all period.. When the bell rings they rush us to our cells without giving us time to get a drink or stop to say hello to one of our inmates. There is one thing certain that if you aren't a model prisoner by the time you get out of here, it isn't their fault. When the noon bell. Hnally rings, we line up in the hall with guards all around us to see that we don't get out of line on our wa-y out. Two more guards are then placed on the outside to tell us to keep off the grass. After we come back from lunch we think we can get a little privacy in the study hall, but they even send a. teacher in to see that we sit up straight in our chairs. After being run out of study halll, we try our luck at getting into the gym. We pause at the door to look for an empty seat, when suddenly someone punches us in the back and says, CanQ't you read that sign over there which says, 'Don't park heree. ' Just as we get seated in the gym, the bell rings for us to get to classy when we get to class, the teacher sends us down to headquarters to get an excuse for being a minute late. The next period we go to study 'hall to try to get a little rest. We just get situated when we hear a big racket out in the hall. To our surprise we hear the teachers yelling so loud trying to make their 'voices lheard above all the rest. Af- ter we get out of the stuidy celil, we go for the lash period class. Here we listen to a forty-five minute lecture.

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VVHILHELMINE MOYER - T00ts She'S Gentle, she's shy, but there's mischief in her eye. Chorusg Girl Reserves. HAROLD KESLAR -3 Jess My idea of an agreeable person is one who never argues with met Basketball '37 '38g Hi Yg Hi Y Reporter' Chorusg A Cappellag The Ga.ng's All Hereg A Merry Deathg The Ghost Parade. DALE RANK - Dale Aye, but give me worship and quietness. I like it bietter than dangerous honor. Baseball '37g Elimination Testg Commercial Test '37g Hi Yg A Cappellag Chorusg Photo- ra h Editor OCitian The Gan 's All g P ' I g Here. A Merry Death. LOIS PRICE - Percy Quiet and demure is she. Elimination Tests '37g Commercial Test '37g Girl Reservesg Chorusg Art Editor O-Citian. ' x EILEEN MURRAY - Eeny Me thinks sometimes I have no more wit than an ordinary. Girl Reserves: Chorus: A Cappellag The Ghost Parade. WALDO STETLER - Whitey There are two sides to every question: mine and the wrong one. Basketball 36g Chorus. ALBERT BOLENBAUGH -- Abbie Wisdom never uses a megaphcnel' Senior Scholarship Testg Chemistry El'n1in- ation Test '38. DOROTHY AGLER g Sussie When duty and pleasure clash, let duty go to smash. ' Basketball '36 '37 '38g District Band Con- testg Elimination Testsg L t'n '35g Eng'ish '36g Commercial Contest 37g Secretary Girl Reserve' '37g Girl Reservesg Senior Report- erg Band Reporter '38g Librarian '37 '38g Orchestrag Bandg A Cappellag Chorusg The Gang's All Hereg The Other Ghostgf' The Ghost Parade SIBYL JOHNSON - Sib The world delights in sunny people Commercial Contests '37 '38g Librarian '38g Girl Reserveg Chorusg A Cappellag The Ghost Parade. HUGH GARDNER -f Hug.hie One cannot always be a hero, but one can always be a man. Basketball '35 '36 '37 '38g District Band Contestg Hi YQ A Cappellag Chorusg Bandg Orchestrag Senior Scholarship Testg Red and Green Reporterg Stage' Managerg Windmills of Hollandg The Ghost Parade.

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PREDICTING THE FUTURE FOR THE CLASS OF '38 Gee, it's lonely around here, sadly murmured the old stage door in the Ohio City-Liberty School one dismal day in March. Outside, the wind was shrieking and now and then a ghostly howl was heard in what remained of the chimneys. It seems so long since anyonfe wrote his name on my back. How I used to groan then! But now I'd give anything for a little excitement. Crash! Bang! Suddenly the air was filled with clouds of mortar dust and bricks were flying in every direction. No one had paid much attention to the old school building since Ohio -City had passed out of existence and was now a part of Greater Dull, the garden spot of America. People now were rushing to the scene. Where is Mayor Rank? cried an excited by-stander. No sooner asked for than he was seen leaping from his plane and gliding gently to the ground in his para.chute. Around the corner came the all-rubber fire engine driven by the capable fire- chief, Junior Stahl, who always arrived before the builldings were entirely burned down, even if it meant taking down half a dozen buildings standing in his way. Above the confusion and ,noise that pervaded the atmosphere could be heard the clear resonant unmistakeable voice of Sibyl Johnson, Calling all alumni! former Ohio City High School has just blown up! Funeral incharge of the Murray Wrecking Co. Still more people were arriving from all directions. Private planes were whiz- zing through the air. One large air-liner landed at the Dull Airport. Pilot Stetler stepped from the cockpit and opened the doors for the passengers while his charming wife Mary Ellen, the stewardess, checked over the names to see that none had used their parachutes. What a time she was having. It had been hard keeping them from leaping from that plane. A portly gentleman came briskly down the steps, around which people had be- gun to flock. It was no other than the President of the United States, John Marlow High, and with him B. A. Sherman who had been elected speaker of the House, so that when things became dull she could give one of her famous readings. Mayor Rank, having just purchased a sack of popcorn and a bottle of Jimerino, Jim Aglerfs famous pop, rushed up to the plane completely out of breath. Stopping to fill his mouth with a handful of popcorn he began mournfully, I had Fred Dibert, the tzwn carpenter, make the most beautiful key for you. It was carved out of your favorite desk in Mr. Koch's room, but! somehow I lost it in this excitement. That's quite all right, hastily answered John, don't let a little thing lrike that stand between old class-mates! Well, how about coming over to Agler's Inn, across the street here where Drakes used to be and have a bottle of Jimerino on me? You'll like it, I know. While they walked to the Inn they talked of old times, scarcely noticing the noise as they strained their lungs to talk above the din. John suggested that they invite all of their old class mates to a party. But where will we have it?f' Why, Chilcotes Ball Room, the greatest dance hall in this part of the country, is the very place, boasted Mayor Rank, as they mingled with the crowd. Back at the plane Pauline McLean, the great Soprano, accompanied by her pub- licity agent Robert Dull, who towered above her., was preparing to leave for her hotel. She was making an appearance that evening at the Civic Auditorium in Dull. Just as she was coming down the steps she caught sight off that unmistakeably divine figure of Mae Reuter, the favorite mannequin at Monsieur Gustavius Brown's Exclusive French Dress Shoppe. She was always seen at Polo games, Horse Races, Operas and accidents. Mae invited Pauline to visit their Shoppe where she would love to show her the newest Gustavian styles for which Paris was constantly clamoring. Admiring the improvements and tall buildings which far surpassed those in her