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

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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

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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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little home town Chicago, Pauline exclaimed excitedly, Why there's Dorothy's pic- ture on the billboard! What kind of gum is that? The sound effects are marvelous! Haven't you heard? It's called Aglerado. All of the school teachers are advo- vocating its use. It evaporates as soon as it leaves the mouth, after being chewed. No more drinking water fountain worries. Besides the former gums interfered wth Professor Albert Bolenbaugh's classes where he taught only the most intelligent ones how to make the perfect paper wards! Before they realized it, Mae noticed that they were passing a large beauty saloon and surprised Pauline by inviting her in to see Mademoiselle Mildred Kline, made 'world famous for her Curly - O ' finger waves. Finally they arrived at the Exclusive French Dress Shoppe and just as they were about to enter, Mae raised a wa.rning finger, Monsieur1Brown, speaks no English at all. He has transformed himself completely into a Frenchman. He learned all he needed thcse three days he spent in our French class in high school. Excusing herself, Mae went to don a gown of which she had been telling Pauline and to acquaint Mr. Brown with Paulineis presence. No sooner had she left the room when the door opened -and in strutted Lois Price, the sole proprietor of Po- dunk Drygoods Store, in Podunk, Miissouri. Her assistant Wilhelmine Moyer came in with her, 'wearing the latest styles from Dogpatch county, a type of dress which hadn't been worn in Dulltown since 1810. In a moment Mae and Monsieur Brown were back and Gustavius was making them feel quite at ease as only he could do. Really, it's much too exciting to stay here, said Pauline, are there any other 38-ians here? I know the very place, answered Mae. Leti's go to see Hugh Garclner's ideal country home, with all the latest electrical appliances. On txhe way back to the city they stopped at Agleris Inn for refreshments and there met President High and Mayor Rank. Further plans were made for the get to gether party. It was decided to get the caterer from the D. M. Brubaker Delicates- san Store. Imagine their surprise when they found it to be their old pal Pcrky. He told them Mrs. William Kline, formerly Thelma Tickle, had just arranged fcr a party on the fifth birthday of her twin girls. Before they left, a tall, thin man of the road, came into the store asking for a. bite to eat. When he began to stutter and stammer about being in a great war and losing the power of his muscles so that he couldn't work, they immediately recognized Harold Kessler trying to put over another speech about war. Have a bite on us! simultaneously chcrused t.he group. He accepted and they all began, to gossip about old times. Then they all went. back to the old school house where they met the rest of their old class mates. BETTY PUTMAN. A Poetical Portrait of the Senior Class We are the class of thirty-eight With twenty-five to graduate. Some are large and some are smell, But we're the best class of them all. Dale is our Senior sheik Even though he is quite meek. Quiet, busy, and sincere, He does the task he finds is near. Now, Dorothy Agler with a dimple in her ching Is.a darn good sport for the shape she's in. She's got rhythm and she's got swingg I guess she's got 'bout everything. Then here's a chap, short and small, He's won the girls, one and all. His hair is wavy, his cheeks are red. I suppose you've guessed his name is Fred. Mary Ellen, another quiet lass, Is a very good student in every class. She'd rather be 'Mrs.' than 'Miss'g To her that is far greater bliss. Junior's a mouthy boy in school He never wants to obey the rule. He makes his classmates feel so sad, When in class he acts so bad. Mae Reuter always wants her way, She gives no one else their say. She doesn't like the other g.lsg It's the teachers who are her pals. And we have a bo-y named Jim, Who's very tall and rather slim. He doesn't do much work, mostly play But ficaw he takes the girls, in his Chev ro e Here's Pauline: McLean, fat and tall: You ought to see her play basket ball. She's been on our team four long years Here's hoping her a future career. In our cl we have Gus Brown Who str all 'round our town. Marga t thinks he's nice, you bet! But sl me thinks he's teacher's pet.