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

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,Ly ,+L ,. Senior Class History MOTTO To-night We Launch, Where Shall We Anchor. COLORS-Royal Purple and Gold. FLOWER-Pink Rose Bud OFFICERS Margaret Sproul ....... ......,..,............. ................,........ P I' 6Sid6I1f Maxwell Shaw ,,,,,,4 ,.,..,................. .,....l.. S e cretary-Treasurer In September, 1927, a wonderful thing occurred in Waynesfield. ll sometimes have doubts if people fully realize HOW wonderfull. Twenty-two Freshmen entered Wayne High. In outward appearance they closely resembled any other Freshman class. But O' the minds they possessed! There is no need to ask who they were.-The class of '31, of course! We got along very nicely in our Freshman year, but no one seemed to realize that we possessed marvelous abilities! We didn't ourselves. Why WE even idolized our upper classmenl Two of our boys, Robert Wilcox and Ralph Focht, received athletic honors. During our Sophomore year three of our members received letters: Margaret An- drews, Richard Bowers and Robert Wilcox. In our Junior year five: Maxwell Shaw, Robert Wilcox, Richard Bowers, Ralph Focht and Margaret Andrews. But that isn't all, Robert Wilcox was elected Honorary Captain of the Basketball team. Another very outstanding event during our Junior year was our Class Play, No- body But Nancy. It was successful, to say the least. We gave the Junior-Senior Reception in April. It took lots of hard work, but the occasion was worth the work. OUR year is here and almost gone. Does that sound sad? Well-it is sad!- But such is life and why take it so seriously? And again-Life is a serious matter! Get back to your subject, sez me. Five of our boys received letters in football: Robert Wilcox, Maxwell Shaw, Ralph Focht, Richard Bowers, and as manager, Carl Yale. Maxwell Shaw, Robert Wilcox and Margaret Andrews received letters in Basketball. This is about the last you will hear of us as a group, but as individuals!-Say- read our class prophecy! We, the Senior Class, wish to thank our teachers for the lessons they have taught us, and everything else that they have done for us during our High School life. I believe that we really do realize, in part, to what ends they have inspired us and made our lives-to-be, better. There is one lesson that I have learned that stands out in my mind. It is simply this: You can't get a blessed thing out of life if you don't put a blessed thing in. So-this History ends-but please remember, we are launched but not anchored. --LENA FOCHT 0130

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HILDA HUTCHINSON Shawnee Hi 1-2 Glee Club 3 Calendar Editor Commercial Club 4 Class Play 4 I'd rather have a fool to make me happy, than ex periencc to make me s:-ul. RICHARD BOWERS St. Marys Hi 1 Football 2-3-4 Glee Club 1-2-3 Baseball 2-3-4 Cheer Leader 4 All great men are dying and I don't feel so well thyself. THELMA HORN Thelm Statistician Editor Class Play 4 Glee Club 1-2-3-4 Operetta 3 Commercial Club 4 Virtue, modesty and truth are the guardian angels of a woman. DOYLE GOOD Good Advertising Manager Commercial Club 4 Glee Club 4 It is better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all. MARGARET HAGGARD llPegg,yH Advice to Juniors Class Play 3-4 Glee Club 1-2-3-4 Operetta 3-ll Commercial Club 4 Her single days are numbered. lw C 7i 32323211 -f2E:i1E1EiE5E1E1g2E2: - v 32525

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.a - ,L i-in Y S Q Y- ivijr' WT 1455, Y f, -1 A'Y + QF' g 1 Class Prophecy One day in .Iune I was sitting at my desk reading. The sun had long' cast :ts gold and purple over the sky. A mocking bird started its song in the dark woods ani an old negro was cooing a love song just outside his cabin door. It all made me very dreamy, and I started to think of the old days in Wayne Hi of ten years ago. What had become of all the class of H31 ? I closed my eyes and thought of all the kids, Before I knew it I was asleep. Who was that I saw at 0. S. U.? lt was a red-headed man slightly grey, from too much study. I thought. Surely I ought to know him. Was it Roy Davisson? But surely not. He would not be Pres- ident of 0. S. U. But yes it was. Roy was the distinguished Prexy. Next I saw a football game. That team surely has a great coach, I heard one fellow say. Why, sure it is Wilcox. Don't you remember him. He was a graduate of the class of Bl at Wayne Hi. Wil- cox! Could it be Bob Wilcox, coach of the Notre Dame Football team? Why sure, there he was. Bob was slightly larger than the last time I saw him. Next I found myself at a studio in Hollywood. That Director! He was enough to take anybody's eye. But I had seen him. Where? Oh! now I know. It was Max Shaw. He was dllrecting a new picture, and who should be the leading lady but-Twylia Connor. While I was in the studio I watched them make part of a scene. Twylia surely was good. As for the director-well he was too much for words. I went to an opera and who do you suppose I saw there? Ruth Wells and Margaret Andrews. They were great opera singers. Margaret had just announced her engagement to Doc. And Ruth! Well maybe it would be best not to say too much. Robrt Douglas and Richard Bowers were in the navy. Bob had command of a boat, and Dick was in command of the air squadron. Ralph Focht was a missionary doctor to Africa. The care-free careless boy of the class of 31 a missionary! I could hardly believe it. He had been doing a great work. But he was in need of more money. Margaret Haggard! I wondered what had become of her. When I was traveling in Ohio, I came to Waynesfield and stopped in at a restaurant. Who should I see but Margaret and her husband, Peanut They were the owners of the Wayne Lunch. Carl Yale was editor of The News Review, and Doyle Good was business manager. I remembered how well they liked to read the paper when we were in school, and I wondered at them for being so in- terested in th paper now. Hilda Hutchinson was traveling with the G-innevan Good Company. She was leading lady as well as toe dancer. She was a great success. I walked into a book store and asked the clerk for a book by the most popular author of the time. She brought me a book, I glanced at the author's name. What did I see? Were my eyes deceiving mc? I looked again. Yes, the name was Lena Focht. The title was The Artist's Model! Margaret Sproul was in Paris at this time. She was married but not to her school-day sweetheart. I-Ier husband was a Frenchman. She was a dress model in a very fashionable store. Finally I saw a very fine home and several little boys and girls running around. As I looked Thelma I-Iorn came out of the door. I stopped and went in. Thelma was a maiden lady just as she said she would be. She had a home for little boys and girls. She taught them to read and write. Thelma was the happiest spinster I have ever seen, with all those little boys and girls around her. I awoke with a start, it was very dark in the room. The negro had stopped singing but the mock- ing-bird had been joined by others. I arose and walked out to the river bank. The moon was just rising, casting dark shadows over the rippling water. I wondered if it was just a dream I had experienced. But no, it was true. I was glad to have found out about the old class of 3l. As the waters rippled by, I became absorbed in the thought of meeting again with my old class mates of 1931. How the years had made changes! But I could not feel sad for as the years have tiuwn swiftly by I have slowly learned that the best is yet to be. -HELEN HORN Eggrfiflgigliff3ElEfEf:f:f:f:3:3Ef?Ttf'f'iz'ik?I74:53:3:TZ:f:35:7:f:f:7:5:7:7:1:2:3:iii'3'3'3'f'3:3:3:3:3:3:3L3 :f:3: