Archbold High School - Blue Streak Yearbook (Archbold, OH)

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’Twas in the year 1927 when the valiant youths and maidens of ’31 with the blue and gold gaily fluttering upon their shields of conquest, started fifty-four strong, up the narrow and rocky way to the City of Knowledge. As we marched, upper classmen ordered us to garb ourselves as lowly beggars to be initiated. After their echoes died away, we were beggars no longer, so we joyfully labored on. As we toiled onward, we saw a high and somber gate called “Exams”. Guarding it were the mighty giants, Despair, Fear and Flunking; but with the aid of Perseverance and Midnight Oil, the pilgrims conquered and we marched gaily onward. After we had passed the bridge called Vacation, we started up the road named Sophomore. This road was less rocky, and seme of us become active members and officers of school organizations. Along the way were sunny rest- ing places called Good Times, and in them were Patties, Athletics, Bobsled Rides and Walks. After recrossing the bridge of Vacation we ascended the way called Junior. This road was very hilly, but Strong Heart and Mind guided us safely through. The Junior-Senior Banquet to which every one of us looked forward, was a great success. As we neared the end of the journey, we looked backward and said, “The journey has been difficult at many places, and yet it has been most delightful and happy.” At last—we were Seniors! What attainments we have made were achieved by dint of hard labor in the irksome school of experience. Lester Rich led the class through its hectic Freshman days, and under Ellyn Lauber’s leadership it toiled joyfully through the Sophomore year. She again carried the colors through when we were Jolly Juniors. Elizabeth Rupp has successfully led the class in its Senior year. These years have been crowded full of activities, pleasures, disappointments, ar.d friendships. We, as a class, have been most excellently fitted by our instructors for the spirit of the times. The lesson of service has been ours. It is with feelings of regret that we must part from our Alma Mater and the friends that have become so dear, but may it be with feelings of joy that we can look back on the days that were, with ever endearing memories. Gertrude Buehrer

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VIVE C ARCHBDLD FLORENCE L. SHORT Simplicity in ail things is hardest to be copied.” Third Place in State Bookkeeping Contest 3; Senior Scholarship Contest; Typing Contest 4. LEO M. RUFFER Sep” “To take things as they be, That’s my phil- osophy ” Football 2-4; Class Play 3. GEORGIA H. LEININGER “Jo” “Let’s dance our cares away, then take a parachute jump.” Glee Club 1-4; Girl Reserve 2-4; Class Play 4. EDWIN P. VALITON “Pete” “The more we study, the more we discover our ignorance, so what's the use?” Glee Club 1-4; Class Play 3. PEARL E. DRUHOT “It’s a wise head that makes the tongue still.” Notre Dame Academy 1, 2; Girl Reserves 3; Typing Contest 3, 4; Class Play 4. —( 14 )—

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CLASS PROPHECY I quickly boarded the 1950 Limited, had my baggage checked, and, with a copy of the famous “Advocate”, settled down to enjoy some reading. My eyes wandered up and down the columns, seeking for something unusual, something interesting. Finally I came upon it. Hummmm it sounded good. “Famous Millionaire Dies, Leaves Nurse $2,000,000. This would stand reading. I shifted to a more comfortable position, and began reading the short, interesting article. “Mr. Biltomore, noted Wall Street business man, died in New York last Saturday. In his will be has bequeathed a vast fortune to Miss Elizabeth Rupp, head of the River Drive Hospital. It was her excellent care, love and kindness that melted his iron heart and caused his unexpected bequest. Miss Rupp, for- merly of Archbold, Ohio, has been employed by the River Drive Hospital for the last nine years. So excellent and careful has been her work, that the presi- dent, who is also the architect of the hospital, Mr. Thomas Mansfield, has seen fit to keep her constantly employed. Mr. Biltomore also expressed in his lengthy will his thanks to Miss Gertrude Buehrer, Miss Marion Heer, and Miss Alta Roth, all of Archbold, for cheering him through hours of painful suffering, by playing many exciting games of checkers by his bedside.” I laid down the paper, and as evening drew near, I lay in my berth thinking about everything that I had just read in the paper. So queer! The next morning I arose early, ar.d feeling the need of exercise, decided to walk the length of the train. In a short while I came to the dirty coal car. A man was busy shoveling coal, and I recognized him as no other than Felix Shibler. He had been employed by the railroad company, and was trying to work up to the head of the New York Central. I returned to my seat, and again looked into my newspaper. I decided to read the funnies. There was one that caught my attention immediately. It was a series of “Felix the Cat”. The original author had died, and Clare Bacon was now his famous successor. So successfully had he carried on the work, that most people did not even realize the change that had taken place. Dinner time came. I went to the dining car, and was instantly served by a waitress who spilled two glasses of water on me at once. I looked up and rec- ognized Willow Thourot. She said she was head waitress of the car, and that Christine Flory was the firstcook. That afternoon I saw an “ad” in th? paper that was headed by striking and attractive lines. “How to Become Beautiful in One Treatment.” One visit to the Ruby Shoppe would, it stated, make one look like an entirely different per- son. I read on. “Miss Spiess will put you through a complete beautifying treat- ment if you are willing to pay your own funeral expanses. First you are put into a vacuum, and a heat of 212 degrees F. is applied for two hours. Her assistants, Miss Ruth Winzeler, Miss Pearl Druhot, and Miss Geraldine Hollings- h2ad, then pick up your remains, and if you survive you will be surprised to discover that all warts, moles, corns, ar.d other protruding defects will have disappeared entirely.” That night I arrived at Oklahoma City. There was a famous Indian school there, and the next morning I decided to visit it. It was a long, low, creeping structure. I went in, and, undecided as to what class to visit, turned into the first door on the right. The murmur of voices came from the crowded room, and every now and then the angry teacher wcu'd quiet them. I found Ilva Roth was the instructor. She had seventy-five little Indians in the 3rd grade. At the end of a long hall was a solitary door. A white pasteboard sign above it read, “Observatory”. A clank, clank, of metal against metal issued from this room, but upon examination I found it was only Ellyn Lauber tapping on the heads of some little Indians, to see, from the sound, how many brains they had acquired during the day. Lester Rich was janitor of the building, but dur- ing the summer months he sold Fords and baby buggies. ( 1G ) —