Waynesfield Goshen High School - Reflections Yearbook (Waynesfield, OH)

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S e n i 0 r C 1 a 5 3 W i 1 1 By Byron Butcher and Harry Dawson will sweeten him up a little. We think this will be a blessing to the future generations of seniors, juniors and sophomores. XXI. To our former classmates Who fell by Wayside since our freshmen year We bequeath our sincerest sympathies for the joys they have missed. XXII. Not to be outdone but to begin, We will to Prof. Lehr, the forty cents which has been in our treasury for so long, on condition that he will not foolishly squander the said amount. We suggest that he buy a Ford for his road trips. XXIII. To Miss Leydorf we will Wardner's meekness, Mabel's sternness and Marie's giddiness, hoping that these three characteristics combined will give her a sweet sense of humor. XXIV. Before we close our eyes for a much need ed sleep, We are going to will to the juniors our famous key of harmony. We hear that they are sadly in need of this and We hope they Will wind themselves up to the limit for 1916. We hereby nominate and appoint Edgar Fasig executor of our last will and testament. In Witness whereof We have hereunto affixed our signature this 4th day of June, in the year of our Lord, one thousand, nine hundred and fifteen. THE SENIOR CLASS The foregoing instrument was subscribed by the senior class, the testator, in our presence and was at the same time declared by them to be their last will and testament, and we, at their request, affix our signatures, at Waynesfield, Auglaize County, Ohio. CLAYTON WOODW ARD LEONARD McADAMS page twenty-on

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S e n i 0 1' C 1 3 5 3 W i I l By Byron Butcher and Harry Dawson XI. We don't mean to sleight the republican party but we desire that Bloom Focht inherit Irma Douglas' democratic political ideas. With Irma's political beliefs and his own oratorical abilities, at some near future time Bloom may come to be known as the Hon, B. H. Focht, P. B. XI. Wardner Swartz's artistic abilities are hereby conferred upon Mildred Horn, the freshman cartoon- istg but his prejudices against the Ford are to be left with Mr. Wilkerson. We hope to see the day when Mr. Wilkerson will be driving an 8-cylinder Cadillac or at least one of Wardner's Crows. XIII. Lurene Horn's appetite for popular fiction is transferred to Dale Douglas, her serious attitude to- ward human life is bestowed upon Thelma Burke and Helen Gray. XIV. As there will be no one left in High School, after Mike leaves, who is likely to turn his attention to electricity we are going to place all Mike's electrical abilities in a storage battery and leave said battery in the labratory, hoping that Earnest McGinnis may get connected with it next year and become a real live wire. XV. We desire that Dewey Shaner and Chalmer Winegardner share and share alike in that priceless virtue of Edna Rapp's, namely, of attending strictly to her own business. XVI. Beryl Swartz's knowledge of Virgil, along with her familiarity of the pathetic love story of Dido is to be instilled into the minds of all the Cicero students in general and Helen Geddes and Mabel Rogers in particular. Don't take the lone story too serious, girls. XVII. Erma Horn's cheerful disposition, sunny smile and hearty laugh we wish Mae Landis to assume for life. Take these Mae, and you will win the world to you. XVIII. To Wilbur Games we silently and reluctantly hand Heck's most valued companion-his pipe. As Heck is the only Senior that is afflicted with the habit, we sincerely hope that Preacher will keep it in Wayne High through his four years of school, not only as a Senior relic, but as a memorial to our dear old Heck. XIX. Between sobs and with tears in our eyes we bequeath to Miss Hick, Hover's German pony. We understand that there was partiality shown in the German class and it nearly breaks our hearts to expose the poor boy. XX. To Mr. Fasig we leave the smiles and sunny dispositions of the entire class, hoping to goodness it page twenty

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Senior Class Poem By Edna Rapp When Wayne High School was dedicated In nineteen hundred '1even, That bright and brilliant freshman class, Numbered fifteen and seven. As sophomores we then arrived, In Caesar shone out bright as gold, Andawon our fame in English too By stories that we told. In the hardest of all, general history Our knowledge shone out as bright, How we got it seemed to all quite a mistery, For the lessons were a fright. And our geometry gave us pains, As we studied late at night, Learning theorems of the planes, But to originals, good-night. Then came our happy junior year, In which we took our ease, Although thirteen we did not fear, Our number for our glees. Then we were juniors, every one, But in one thing we did part, Some took German for the fun, Some, Cicero for his noble heart. Our junior class was elated, As we made our English outline, While the tales that our teacher related, Took up the most of our time. Our chemistry text was hard as steel, Our problems were diflicult too, But labratory, of course we all feel, A displeasure for very few. Then twelve of us as seniors rose, And added two more to our class. Our happy bunch is now fourteen, But smarter ones you never pass. In our last year we worked quite hard, On literature, Virgil and civics, And had quite a difficult task In agriculture, German and physics. page twenty- two