Sylvania Burnham High School - Burgoblac Yearbook (Sylvania, OH)

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,I audi. .,,, A . A Ulf 'uv' , ae 2 ifwiilllll' 9' s mm SENIOR CLASS PRoPHECY The clay ls colcl, ancl clark, and dreary ,' It rains, and the wlncl is never wearyg The vine still clings to the monlclering wall, Bat at every gust the cleacl leaves fall, And the clay is clark and dreary. g 'OW absolutely unpleasant was this day and how nervousit made .5115 me, seeing nothing, as I gazed out of the high arched window, but never-endingiields flooded with the rain. I loved this mediaeval castle that I had taken for the winter but today the castle, the rain and my loneliness oppressed me iqueerly. I was haunted by the feeling of invisible people moving around meg not the stately knigh'ts and ladies of long ago, but the friends I knew not so many years ago. My classmates of Burnham High. Swish! The window blew open with a bang, Along with the gushes of wind that chilled the old fashioned room, little pools of water began to gather on the Hoor. I closed the window breathlessly and look- ing down saw the water, which now had become one large pool, reflecting- What? Yes, it was my home school town, Sylvania! Greatly changed of course, but still the prettiest, and most charming town of all the many places that I had ever visited. Of the many notable places, Burnham High School was the most outstanding. Among the teachers busy at their ac- customed tasks I recognized Miss Bickelhaupt, relief still written across her face from the fact that the class of '28 had left her English room for- everg and Mr. Smith trying to impress on a student of Sociology the fact that evolution is a theory or a hypothesis to explain something which one discerns in the history or that branch of intellectual knowledge which deals with the happenings of the past, of all things a gradual intellectual progress from a rudimentary external circumstance taking place. To illustrate his point, Alvin Plickerd was doing a lovely demonstration and was really impressing the students to a great extent. At the end of the first floor corridor I noticed a gorgeous painting of Lyle Koester, football captain of '28. Alice Shull and Lenore Adams were being kept in glass cages in the 'Holt Beauty Shoppe' displaying to seekers of beauty that school girls complexion. Incidently this shop was runiby Elery Holt connoisseur in all beauty problems. ' ' Elaine Plikerd was conducting an editorial in the Sylvania Sentinel on Love Problems in General. Her sound and experienced advice was gaining world renown.

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1 . ' Ulwi 4 L. ...n. .,., 1 ac 3 I 1 1 'Vin . 7' 8 alllllq A rrlllQ'l.ull lr SENIOR CLASS .HISTORY N the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and twenty-four about kid' seventy students from different sections of Lucas county . . . . assembled in Sylvania High School determined to set the school aglow with their pep, enthusiasm and scholastic ability. With the aid of the faculty and the upper classmen we organized our group into what is commonly called the Freshman Class with Mrs. Bushnell as faculty advisor and Hazel Good as class president, Paul Day, vice-president, Dorothy Jacob, secretary, Elaine Plikerd, treasurer. Nothing unusually exciting happened that year which passed so slowly because we so eagerly anticipated attending the new high school. At last our Sophomore year has come and alas! gone. No group could have been more proud of our high school than we. Our advisor Miss Star- ner helped us over the rough places in our school life while we followed the lead ofrour president Lyle Koester. The other officers were Maurice Perkins, vice-president, Alberta Sullivan, secretary and treasurer. It was a busy year. The Sophomores held prominent parts in the cantata Queen Esther. The last of the County Rhetorical Contests was held that year. As Juniors we entered Burnham the following year hoping- against hope that we might keep our class unity for our biggest last two years. Not wishing to lose our previous advisor she was again chosen, her name now being Mrs. Hersh. This year our officers were Madelyn Koepfer, president, Maurice Perkins, vice-presidentg Alberta Sullivan, secretary and treasurer. With the co-operation of the student body as well as the cast the production of the play Adam and Eve was a glorious success. With as much pep the Juniors entertained at the annual Junior-Senior Banquet. Now we come to our last year, the saddest and the gladdest year of the four. We worked hard on our annual, class play and on the many other duties a busy Senior must perform. All along we have tried to be a model class but every one makes mistakes and we certainly were not excep- tions. When we think of leaving dear old Burnham and our high school days behind forever, a lump rises in our throats and it is hard to choke back the tears. However, realizing that new students shall come to take our places, we hope we shall not soon be forgotten. All is not saddness though for the heart of each graduate is joyously' crying, Afo0t and light-hearted I take to the open road, healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.

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I ll F234 .ff 4 'I val 6 .S ,,lA.,QI?l A gf ,J 1 WH, s ill' fill George Deppman and his wife Ruth Merickel were very busy on their farm west of Sylvania raising vegetables for Myron Sanderson's sanitar- ium. Yes, I saw Myron at the head of a large sanitarium industriously and tenderly caring for the sick. Somehow however, it didn't surprise me as I always thought his stature resembled that of a doctor. Next I saw reflected the gorgeous looking Sylvania Zoo built and plan- ned by Gordon LaPointe who received his inspiration from the girl he loved and married, Wilma Coutchure. In this Zoo Elmer Roby was care- taker of the apes, a very high position. I saw him gazing with eyes full of envy at a cage full of gorillas. It was extremely plain to see how much he admired them. They had been sent from Central Africa by Helen Evert who had charmed them into captivity. Now there flashed before me a crowded court room. There was a hushed silence over the whole place and all eyes were steadily fixed on a speaker who, with arms outstretched and head bent was sorrowfully, tear- fully pleading to a judge. I was surprised when I recognized Harvey Kell- er, evidently a renowned lawyer. It seems that his tearful and pleading ways has won every judge and jury to his side in every case that he has condescended to take. Today he was pleading for two women who, dressed in subdued cerise, sat opposite him. Gwendelyn Nhare and Josephine Wolfe had publically denounced such a thing as education. As a result, people feared them to be revolutionists when they were really only social work- ers. Fearfully they had called on Harvey who seemed to be clearing their case beautifully. Busily taking notes on this case was Opal Crots, editor, manager writer and publisher of the Crots Gossipy a prominent Turkey newspaper. Between sessions Opal eagerly read sketches from Gladys Atwell's new book, Nursery Rhimes Put into Prose and Odes. It re- minded me somewhat of George Washington or maybe it was Harry Laud- er. Poor boy, heroically he died for his school and his country. Plunging himself into the icy waters of the Ten Mile Creek he drowned after having successfully rescued the football that he dove after. Bessie Randall had spent years in producing this picture. In fact, it was the master piece of Bessie's art and she and her grandchildren were justly proud of it. Then the reflection in the pool of water changed and I saw a large crowd of people gathered on a busy street corner. Looking close I re- cognized Maurice Perkins singing and dancing the tango, and at the same time holding out his hat for coins. It was quite a feat and Dorothy Jacob, one of the onlookers, graciously put a penny in his outstretched hat. Dorothy was being extremely gracious at this particular time. I imagine it was due to her success on the stage impersonating Topsy. Beside her