Ada High School - We Yearbook (Ada, OH)

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY—Continued I began to wonder if the class of ’25 had failed to turn out any teachers, but 1 soon found that Edith Yeagley and Pauline Reese were upholding that end of the class. Leland States was a great orator and had travelled all over the world delivering his inspiring messages. Robert Jameson was a member of the Supreme Court and had become well known and much admired for his just decisions. Byron Roman owned a summer resort and was making all kinds of money. Several society belles had set their caps for him but he seemed to be a confirmed “woman hater.” Eugene Scott was an elecrical engineer and seemd to be unusually interested in his landlady, Freda Dorman. She kept a very select rooming house in a good neighborhood. Virginia Earl was making a fortune as an interior decorator in Chicago. Her engagements were booked for two years ahead. Dorothy Detrick, I learned, was the dancing instructor in a girls’ boarding school, and seemed to be very much infatuated with the distinguished looking French teacher of the same school. Roeliff Eldridge was a rising young lawyer in the city of Chicago. I must confess that this was somewhat of a surprise to me since “Rollie” had never displayed his wares to any great extent in Mr. Kessler’s Civics Class. I really do believe, though, that my greatest surprise came when I examined the career of Arthur Cotner. I would not have been at all surprised to have found Arthur as a great engineer, inventor, mechanic, wireless operator or the like, but when I found that he was a real-for-sure-POET-well-words can’t express my surprise. I was becoming rather used to surprises by this time, however, so I took it as a matter of fact when I found that Florence Barnes and Helen Asire had started up a “Home for Elderly Maidens” or in plain English “Old Maids.” I decided that they must have both changed their ideas a lot since leaving A. H. S. Chester Baughman was selling books and a “right smart book agent he made, too. Ruth Church and Crystal Conley seemed to be just as inseparable as ever. They were running a drug store in a mining town in the West. The Western fellows had taken quite a fancy to these girls from Ohio and they were both very popular. Lucille Danner’s career portrays her as a dietitian in a fashionable tea room—one of the “400 kind, you know. Dorothy Morman had had many offers to join Operas and play companies but had refused all of them to marry the golf champion of the U. S. June Davis, it seemed was the society reporter on a large Eastern newspaper. I found that she later married the editor. Marjorie Detrick held a prominent place in New’ York society and was considered to be the leader of the “Smart Set” or better known as the “Four Hundred.” It seemed that she was very wealthy and had one of the most exclusive homes in the city. Beatrice I.antz was the principle of a high school somewhere in Ohio. Her pupils all liked her because she had such modern ideas and didn’t hesitate to put them into action. Lucy Hayden I found in the automobile business. She was not only selling cars but was selling “lots” of cars. I was just starting to look at the career of George Binkley when my little old friend spoke to me and said, “I’m sorry but you’ll have to hurry for your friends are looking for you anti 1 don’t want them to enter our home.” So intensely interested had I been in the careers of my classmates that I had almost forgotten that I was lost. I had also forgotten, for the time being, my little friend the dwarf. I hurried to see George’s career since it was the last of my classmates and found that George had taken up Forestry and had joined the mounted police. 1 thanked the old man for the opportunity of seeing the lives of my classmates and had barely reached the outsieje entrance of the cavern when I heard calls from the members of my party. 1 answered and they came running to the place where I had entered the cave. After much explaining about how I got lost I began to tell them of the marvelous experience I had in the mysterious “Cavern of Careers” but to this day they only laugh at me and claim that some strange dilemma must have affected me which caused me to dream of it due to being lost in the cave. I still know, however, that it was neither dream nor dilemma, but the most wonderful experience in my whole life. —Ruth Mustard ’25

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECX— Continued see your own for that cannot he granted.” I promised and the little man went on—“You see our careers are made in a very systematic order, and if you will name a certain group of people whose careers you are interested in, I will he glad to show them to you.” After a moment’s consideration I decided that it would he very interesting to see the careers of my classmates from old A. H. S. and 1 asked the old man if he could show them to me. “Oho,” so you are interested in Ada? exclaimed my friend. “Well, I'll he proud to show you that collection for it is among our best And with these words he led me to another part of the room, where I noticed for the first time a small sign which read “Ada Hi Careers.” The first career I saw was that of Elinore Campbell, and 1 was amazed at the size of it, for it was unusually large. Upon examining it closer, however, I found that two careers were blended together. Then, suddenly it came to me that the career of one of our last year’s alumni members was blended with Eleanor's since she and Ray were to he married soon. His future was to he that of athletic coach, and Elinore played the part of the wife of a prominent coach. They were to live in the East. The next was Mildred McGinnis’s. The first part of her career revealed her as a model in a large and exclusive Fifth Avenue shop. I was not at all surprised, for it seemed only natural for McGinnv” to he forever trying on new clothes. “Here is another similar to the one before you,” said my friend, as he placed another before me. It was labeled—“Flossie Cotner.” True, it was much like the one I had just looked at. It seemed that after Flossie had left A. H. S., she had gone to a near-by city and had become a professional model. I marvelled at the way in which the careers had been so ex-actingly made. Why, on this particular one I could even see the place (sad place, I might add) where Flossie had had the old fashioned measles. The next three were also much alike. They were those of Mabel Gallant, Iarie Estill and Beatrice Rockwell, who were trained nurses in a large hospital. In a few moments 1 saw that Clarence Gray was the head surgeon in the same hospital. He was married and his career was a very promising one. Under him as assistant physicians were Frank Risner and Fred Williams. The next one was marked “Alice Allen. Upon examination I found that she and Margaret Fry had joined a light opera company and were traveling all over Europe, increasing their fame with every performance. When I saw Walter Stemple’s career, I understood why Margaret had joined this particular company, for Walter was the orchestra leader. Imagine Walt” Stemple as an orchestra leader. Walter Ferrall had turned out to be an architect of great ability and seemed t: be in demand everywhere. As far as I could tell, he was still the same old “Fancy always ready for an argument. I later found that Jesse Welty and Joseph McCoppin were “Fancy’s assistants. Joseph was married and seemed as happy as a lark, but Jesse was still in search of a spouse. The next one was “Sid ’ Campbell’s. Here came another surprise for me. “Sid had become the swimming champion of the U. S., and had been asked to enter the Olympics, but her husband, Ray McCleary didn’t want her to leave him for so long, so she of course refused the offer. Ray was a writer of short stories. 11 is brother Ralph, was traveling as advance man for a chautauqua. This didn’t surprise me much for Ralph always did have the gift of “gab. Trola McCurdy’s and Aldisa Freeman’s careers were closely interwoven. I learned that they had rented a bachelor girls’ apartment in a large city and had both become writers of great renown. t „ Robert Wilson came next, and with his career came another jolt for me. “Willy had founded a charm school for young ladies in the state of Tennessee. Soon I found that Mildred Friedly had just offered her resignation as teacher in “parlor etiquette to marry a Wrall Street broker. I soon found that the broker was no other than our own Joseph Jacob Brech-eisen, of the class of ’25. 1 surely was becoming proud to ever have been a member of such a notorious class. 1 moved on and found the career of John T. Clayton to be a very interesting one. I had expected him to be a noted radio fan or something of the sort, but instead of that I found that he had become one of the World’s greatest inventors, and his wife, Dortha Wollam, (who had been a stenographer before her marriage) was just as proud of him as she could possibly be.

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CLASS GRUMBLE Well at last we are out of that good-for-nothing place called Ada High School. At times we feared for our very lives at the hands of our blood-thirsty faculty, and due to the terrible condition of our school building, which was faced with total demolishhment every time a little gust of wind came along. The idea that we are out at last and to think that we have escaped for four years with our lives, brings great relief—such a relief that cannot be equalled by that felt on the return of the Prodigal Son of Biblical times—even Bunyon's relief after twelve years of imprisonment, could not have equaled ours. How come all this relief: You would have thought we would be sorry to leave this First Class High School—cream of Ohio High Schools. Say, that high school makes me sick—there are enough things in A. H. S. to keep one grumbling forever. For example, the Senior Class, those would-be bright Juniors, those dumb Sophomores, and those tender-green Freshmen. Oh well, the whole blasted school is on the blink. That Senior Class always was a flat tire, continually quarreling among themselves, even in preference to quarreling with lower classmen. Then when their Senior year rolled around, and every Senior was all set to make it the best and biggest year of their school career—then that faculty or someone else divided us into two rooms. Think of it—put half of us in one room and half of us in another room. That terrible act drove the most peaceful of the Seniors into a frenzy, but little good it did. So after going thru three years of torture, success, and failure together, the Senior Class was doomed to spend their last year in separation. All hopes we had had at the beginning were blasted and we gave up the ship. However, the Seniors cannot be wholly blamed for the terrible conditions existing in A. 11. S. The Juniors ceme in on their share. Say, those silly Juniors remind you of overgrown Freshmen, in fact that is what they are. That class has been wanting, trying (but failing. thank goodness) to run the High School ever since they turned up as Freshmen on that u ducky Monday morning of 1922 Next year that bunch will be Seniors, and if there is anything left after that bunch gets thru with it—well William Jennings Bryan has a good chance o. being our next President. The many faults of A. H. S., cannot be blamed wholly to the Juniors. Look who they are compelled to associate with. Those dumb Sophomores are a fright, they don’t know why they go to school, unless it is to pass the time away—they think that A. 11. S. means “A Home for Sophomores. They are almost as bad as the Juniors about trying to run the High Schoo1. Just wait, in two years they will be Seniors, and if there is anything left after they get thru, the class of ’27 will sure finish the job of destruction. Who do the Sophomores associate with? You guessed it—why the Freshmen, of course. Both classes in the same room, and you can hardly blame the Sophomores for their action and contribution to the good of our High School. In fact, they must be given credit—for any class must be complimented that can even exist for one year in the same room that the Freshmen do. Just babies they are, most of them probably skipped all eight grades of elementary school. Their proper place at the present time is in the kindergarten. If the Freshmen ever live to be Seniors, there probably will not be anything left of Ada High School, and if there is, I sure pity what’s left. That faculty is all right. The only thing wrong with it is that every member seems to think that just because you go to High School you’re supposed to work and study, ami believe me, you do or flunk. If it hadn’t been for the good work of the faculty Ada High School could not have been pulled through with such rotten classes. Pep—say, I’m ashamed to associate that word with Ada High School. When connected with this institution it should be spelled p-e-e-p—that’s the way the yells sounded at the pep meetings—instead of yells, they were just mere peeps. Pep meetings were so rotten that the teams, no matter how confident of winning before they attended the meeting, were sure to go away in a downcast attitude and the belief in their hearts that they were due for a terrible walloping. I have dwelt on just a few of the faults of A. II. S., their whys and wherefores, and hope in the succeeding years that the grumblers who follow will take up this work to eventually make the students of Ada High wake up (they might sometime) and make their school a high school that is a high school. H'altrr Strmple ’25