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

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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:

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so - rYee K e' Class Will We the inmates of 1931, released on good behavior, after hardships and good times, and still having sound minds, at this time make our last will and testament:- To the dear teachers and supervisors, our wardens, we leave our respect and good wishes, hoping you will find them all as tough as we are. The Athletes of our class will all their high scores and good sportsmanship to their successors. To the' Freshmen we leave our sophisticated ways. Ahem! To the Sophomores we leave the right Io be Seniors in '33. To the Juniors we leave all our good reports-especially book reports. To Jess we leave the burden of keeping all our secrets. To Mr. Shenk we will the Lost Chord -by the way it was found. To Mr. Ford we leave our many smiles-to cheer him. To the Halls of Wayne the typing class leave their TIPS AND TAPS. To any one who needs it we leave Lena Focht's sweet, charming ways. l-IURRY! To Lyle Lhamon, Ralph Focht leaves his blond beauty. Doyle Good, gives to Earl Andrews the ability to be the best salesman nf the forth coming classes. Roy Davisson leaves his enornious vocabulary, alphabetically arranged-to Myron Andrews. Margaret Haggard wills her singing ability to Mary Simpson. Helen wills part of her acting ability and her temper to Beatrice Ritchie. Margaret Sproul wills her broken heart-at least part of it to Margaret Stocker. And her writing ability to any one that is ambitious. To Earl Winegardner we give Robert Douglas' wavy hair, which attracts so many women's ni- tention. Robert Wilcox bestows this advice to all greenies-get yourself a steady girl-and then you can get your studies, you can depend on that. Max Shaw leaves Charlton Howell his charm and personality-which we hope wil help him on new conquests of second hand love. . Ruth Wells leaves her pretty golden hair to Eleanor Webb. We leave to June Bush the right to be the Blond of the class. Richard Bowers leaves his foot-ball ability to Philip Hutchinson. Hilda Hutchinson wills her lip-stick to Louisa Blank. Margaret Andrews wills her Center position to Betty Howell, and also her baskets. To Don Blank we leave the chance to have more touch downs than ever we had in Wayne High. Carl Yale leaves his ability to be witty and also his school-girl complexion to Charley Graham. Thelma Horn wills her A's and B's to Harry Young. And I leave my excess weight to any thin person who Dewi! il- We name and appoint Mr. Wilbur Shenk as sole executor of timony thereof we have affixed our signatures thi l d f h thousand nine hundred and thirty-one. this last will and testament, in tes- s ast ay o, sc ool, in the year of who tied Nan., one -TWYLIA C. CONNOR ' 'I gill' ' ' '6'i i6'f'67:i