Arlington High School - Excelsior Yearbook (Arlington, OH)

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CLASS PROPHECT fcontinuedl Esther Wolfbrd was secretary to the Bresident of the United States. Rose Ellen Rinehart was incrersing in popularity, and had just signed a contract for seven years with Metto-Gcldwyn-Mayer. What's that noise I hear every night? Nothing but Punk Schaaf' sweeping the streetsg his father has retired. At the age of fifty-five Paul Jean will retire to his little cottage on the hill with a very large pension supporting him. Marl Clevenger was Fire Chief in a Fire House in Detroit, and he had just received a large medal for rescuing a beautiful maiden from the twentyyfifth floor. Is that Music I hear? Yes, it's Dick Bame and his orchestra playing at the Glenn Island Casino in Long Island Sound, where Joe Knight owns the biggest Dance Hall in the U.S., featuring Norma Gatchell as the Ballet Dancer. Norma, having studied for years in Europe, was voted the No.1 dancer of the year. There's Marcia Bailey as a Dietician in one of the largest hospitals in New York City and Earl Anderson, with Ruth Newman as nurse, is recovering frem injuries received in a wreck when trying his new-designed racer. He was to have driven in the five hundred mile Indianapolis Classic. Why, there's Thelma Van Atta married and living on a farm near Jenora. She spends much of hor spare time running a cooking demonstration school in Findlay. Golda Oman was the captain of a girls' professional basketball team in New York City. Sho was just completing a very successful year of play. Richard Nesler was running the largest night club in New York, CP.S. H was married and blessed with twin sons.D Carl Smith was running the largest poultry farm in existence in Mortimer, Mortimer had grown to be one of the largest cities in Hancock County. It was the home of Mortimer Tech. Having once again viewed my former classmates, I removed the machine from my head and continued my tour of the'West.

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. -as-,. CLASS PiIC'PliECY By Richard S. Bame Upon entering the world's largest observatory in California, I saw 8. queer looking machine that you put on your heads This would catch your thoughts, ilmedietely open the dome, and the telescope would focus on a star for you to look at. 'It would shew what anyone that you thought about was doing, using stars as their own little world to work in. I started to think about my old classmates and the first one was Wayne Conine. He was a History Professor in the University of Southern California. In the same unversity Duane Traucht was football coach and J. T, Malone was presidents Vera Rossman was just entering one of New Yo:rk's largest high schools as teacher of' languagesa She was wearing a diamond ring,' but ' even as wonderful as the machine was it would not tell me the name of' the lucky man. c As I thought of Don Steinman, I heard a loud noise, and therehe was, sawing some large Sequoia trees in a lumber mill in California. I thought of the two love birds in our class, Dana Mcliillen and Mary Lou Fox. They were married and living in Fostoria, whore Dana worked in the New National Defense factory. Mary Leu was busy cleanirg their little love nest. ' I happened to think of Loren Boas? , who always wanted to be a lawyer. Well, there he was at four A.lai. buried up to his neck in books. fmust have been 0. tough case to win.J Good luck, Beach! What, no farmers in our class! Oh yes, there's Raymond Reynolds running a large farm in HCLIlCOOk'C0'l1IlJGZ.'e V-'illard Rottig was teaching ' Agriculture at Arlington School , and Harley I-iartman was the new Agricultural Agent of Hancock County. Wa:-:n't there any religion in that class of 'ill ? Just look awhile' longer---Otis Musgrave was preaching at a large church in Uetroitg Kenneth Suter was a missionary in Indiafwondcr whore he got his schoolingl and Violet Essingor was in Africa as missionary. Howard Miller wasrunning a large Mortuary in Akron. His business' seemed to be very good., Yes, Yes, people just die to go to a Mortuary , g Where's Betty Grubb? Oh 5 there she is, the manager of a large green- house thatspecializes in growing orchids for the Hollywood Stars, and by the way, Dewey Handly was Miss Grubb's first-hand man at making corsages.

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F V N 5 l V ? 5-l....,,..l,, ,,- VALEDICTORY SUCCESS OR EAILURE W' --by Vera Rossman Parents, Teachers, Friends and Classmates: Tonight, we as Seniors, have completed our high school career and are ready to start our journey on this Highway called Life. Let me paint a picture for you of this Highway and its Byroads known to us as Failure and Success. Are we ready to make our choice? lt must be made by each of us, as individuals because no one can make this decision for us. Two roads are open to each of us. The one, labeled Failure, is wide and easy to travel because it leads downward. To the follower of this road there is no such thing as a goal or aim. Life is easy and full of fun. But in later life let us look again at this individual. He is now'middl2-aged, but he is emptyhanded. He has nothing to show for his life's activities. Is this the kind of a life our forefathers struggled and fought for years ago. - Now, let us take a lock at this other road which is called Success. This road is narrow and hard to travel. The one who follows this read must work for everything he gets. Of course, he has his enjoyment, too, but it has its proper place. In later years we find he is weary from j his work and the barriers he has struggled to overcome. His way has been hard. There wore times when things seemed to go from bad to worse, and he perhaps wished that he, too, would have taken that other road. lt is always darkest before the dawn and something seemed to keep him going forward. Now later yet, we sec this person nearing his goal. He has gained success because he has taken advantage of every opportun- ity. This is not an accurate description of Failure and Success. It is different in the case of each of us. Yet, it gives an idea of what faces us as we start upon our Journey on this Highway of Life. Let us keep these things in mind so as we reflect we may not need to say as the poet, nwhittiern, has said: Hfor of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest of these: It might have been. HFinished yet beginning.H Is this really going to be our motto? Tonight is the close of formal education for some of us. Fbr others it is just a beginning. But all of us will have the same great teacher Experience. If possible let us learn by the experience of others. We wish to thank our parents for all the things they have sacri- ficed that we could go to school, to the teachers for all the advicG and help they have given us, and to our friends for the ways that have aided us. The time has come, dear classmates, for us to bid each other fare- well. Tonight we separate and each will follow a different path that may lead to different parts of the world. But we will remember the joys and sorrows wo shared during our high school days. Yes, the time has come, too, for us,.thci Class of l9hl, to bid you our parents, teachers, friends, undorclassmen and school a most affectionate farewell. ' . ,.......4.l....a-,..,....A-l.n...... --... l . .