Bucyrus High School - Bucyrian Yearbook (Bucyrus, OH)

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The Bucyrian '34 Prophecy ...Senior Class Prophecy... Flash! Bucyrus Rates First Industrially! Flash!! Ilucyrus' Products Shipped Over World!! Flash!!! Bucyrus Municipally Owned!!! Flash! ! !! Bucyrus Managed By Class of 1934! ! !! And so the news went throughout the country. On every front page of newspaper syndicates. Radios broadcast it on international hookups. The class of '34 in the lime light, conquered the depression, and was the talk of nations. How I bragged, how I boasted, but no I had never been back, so putting my puppets to bed, cancelling my bookage on the S. S. Americano I locked my trunk and was on my way to Floyd Bennett Air- port. A short ride, I would be at home again. I hopped into my tri-motor and nosed toward the west. On through the night, fog and rain, then out of the darkness and into the light. And there below that great municipal airport, Port Bucyrus . Its location had changed, it was now where the Old Aumiller Park had been. How different, a long green run-way, club houses, tennis courts, and swim- ming pools. A smooth landing and what ho! Rushing toward me was George Black smart in his aviator's togs. Same old George blushing as usual but bidding me welcome. I went into the Avi- ator's Club gazed around and to my surprise found nurses Rinehart and LaRue taking care of fa- tigued passengers. ' When ready to motor into the city I hailed a cab, and up came three, what service! Out jumped Green, Gray and Brown standing at the doors eager for patronage. Throwing away formalities I greeted my old friends and gave them each a bag to take to the hotel and seated myself with Jack. Driving into town a large procession was coming toward us, I questioned Jack and learned it was the city officials and the entire class, 'coming to give me a pass to all the nite clubs. We stopped and there was City Manager, the Hon. Crosby F. Jamison, in a white frock coat and silk hatg while by his side was his demur wife, the former Lucille Winters. The High School band, which in the meantime had procurred new uniforms, burst forth into Semper Fidelis with the baton in the hands of Jackie Hazen. Out of the crowd came Courtney Stevens, first I had seen her since we were given our diplomas. After a few gushing embraces, I learned the happy news that she and dear Iven had been married for three years and that he still giggled as cute as ever but had sworn off blondes. Together we piled into her shining roadster and there I met Iven Jr. sound asleep in the rumble seat. Going cityward we passed many places all strange and different. The streets were painted white and on one corner I saw Kirk, Guthman and Mawer in white uniforms leaning on their brooms and holding a three point discussion concerning the weather. We drove up in front of a smart hotel. Two brass buttoned, solemn faced porters stepped up for luggage, and lo, they were John Galitza and Robert Koch, wno, managed a smile on seeing two SCIIOOI mates. Leaving Courtney, and promising to see her soon I was ushered in, where I came face to face with none other than the influential millionaire, Mr. James Foreman, the Manager. Going down to dinner that night in their lovely Spanish room, I met Ruth Conklin, the dietician for the municipal kitchens, where all the food is cooked and delivered to the citizens of the town. The dinner was made lively by Reber's Rippers who played for dancing while Jim Robinson did the vocals. Their guest artist was none other than Eloise Corwin singing that ever popular Minnie the Moocher and doing her famous Smokey Joe dance. Dolores I-loelzel and Charlotte Tompkins were the vampirish cigarette girls who winked at all the eligible cash customers. At one table in an alcove sat Mary Cramer and Edith Walters reading Bach's Daily Reflector. Going up on the mezzanine a cute young bell hop was crying Call for Mr. Truax , Call for Mr. Truax . The same old John who had followed in his father's footsteps and was an eminent politician. Down the lobby went he with a cute little blonde on his arm. I had heard so much about Bucyrus, Famous radio station and as the evening was young I decided to investigate. I zipped up to the fifthieth story of the Young Building in a free wheeling elevator operated by Muriel Fritzinger and Anna Gingery and I learned from them that John was a big political boss scheduled to talk that evening on How I Became A Success . I went into the ofiice where I en- countered Genny Hieby who assured me it was quite all right to look around. I entered the reception room and the program was coming in grand. Virginia Steger had ac- complished her aim in life and was imitating Fannie Brice's Dance of Spring . Then a snappy tune a sweet voice Hello folks, this is your Aunt Bettie -Aunt Bettie Johnson still giving and taking ad- vice about love. Going back into the control room 1 found, as I had anticipated, Robert 0'D0nne11 and Myron Riddlebaugh drawing funny pictures while Harry Steiger looked over their shoulders and tried to laugh. Later, tired but weary, Bettie and I trudged back to the hotel for a long quiet gossip The next morning in dire need of funds I walked down to the bank and saw Donald Hagaman seated behind a marble topped desk with a long black cigar 'in his mouth while Clarence Topper kept the books for Don, who was always a little short. In rushed Helen Schell- Oh Don, dear, there ig the darlingest hat across the street in the window and it's only 352500, and I need one so badly. Yes, dear , and Don borrowed the money from his stenographer Virginia Iletersilege, who was still being taken in. Following Helen across the street I went into the municipal dress shop which was managed by the Assenheimer Twins, and they were showing the latest in hostess gowns designed bv Catherine Beal and modeled by M. Remmen, M, Klein and Geraldine Maison. ' Getting awfully tired of walking, I sauntered down the main street till I came to the Cadillac Dealereno, they don't make Fords any more. There was Curly Kisor using his supel. Salesmauship and guaranteeing that Miss Seitter would teach him to drive if he would only purchase his model. Sold! Who wouldn't buy a car, if they could get lessons by Maybelle thrown in. In the afternoon I decided to visit my Alma Mater and hurried drvvu the Stl-get and thai-Q on the . Twenty Four . . .

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The Bucyriani'34 Seniors , CHARLES BERAN What'er there be of sorrow I'll put off till tomorrow. General Band 2, 3, 4 Glee Club 4 CLARENCE TOPPER Topper is a member of the ancient super six. Just about the height of two yard sticks. General CHARLOTTE TOMPKINS lf there is anything better than to be loved, It is loving. General Archery 4 Blue Triangle 1 G. A. A. 4 Girl Reserve 2, 3, 4 Glee Club 4 French Club 4 He looks as sign board lions da JOHN TRUAX As fierce, and just as harmless too. General Redman Booster Club 4 Thinks all she speaks, but speaks not EDITH TRAUB all she thinks. Commercial Class Basketball 3, 4 Blue Triangle 1 Archery 4 Girl Reserve 2, 3, 4 G. A. A. 4 'tLove of truth will bless this lover all ELSIE TAYLOR her daysln Commercial Girl Reserve 1, 2, 3, 4 JOHN UHL gigence is one great art of conversa- Vocational She that was fair and never proud LOIS ELLEN VIRTUE Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud. Commercial Band 3, 4 Blue Triangle 1 Glee Club 2, 3 Girl Reserve 2, 4 Welfare Society 1, 2, 3, 4 To sum up all, be merry, I advise, WILMA RUTH VIRTUE And as we are merry, may we still be wise. College Booster Club 3, Pres. 4 Blue Triangle, Treas. 1 Glee Club 2, 3, 4 Girl Reserve 2, Treas. 3, 4 French Club 4 LUCILLE WINTER iigutgiisyand refinement, most charm- College Bucyrian Staff 3, 4 Blue Triangle 1 Glee Club 4 Girl Reserve 2, 3, 4 French Club 4 EDITH WALTER gggirzcgirtlie final and perfect flower of General Girl Reserve 2, 3 Blue Triangle 1 Kind like,a man is he and like a man, RALPH YOST too, he would have his way. Technical Football 3 Jr. Hi-Y 1, Pres. 2 Baseball 2 Sr. Hi-Y 3, Treas. 4 Redman Booster Club Sec. 4 German Club, Vice Pres. 4 Let not your thoughts he too deep GRANT ZEIGLER lest you drown in them. College Glee Club 3, 4 ' Redman Booster Club 4 French Club 4 KENNETH REBER In the army we do it this way. . .' General Orchestra 1, 2, 3 Band 1, 2, 3 Redman Booster Club 4 Glee Club 4 Class Basketball 2 Pep Band 2, 3 'tNature made her what she is, Lois ROBINSON And never mad either. General Girl Reserve 3, 4 Blue Triangle G. A. A. 4 French 4 Twenty Three

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The Bucyrian '34 Prophecy entire block was a low Spanish building, The Bucyrus Municipal High School. I entered and George was still standing in the entrance welcoming all comers. A neon sign iiashed Supt's Office . I en- tered, sat down in a big comfy chair and waited. I could just see Mr. Dietrich's office with those hard Wooden chairs, where many sat in anxiety in the old days. In came Elsie Taylor, and I ixi- quired if I could see the Superintendent. She ushered me into another oince where l heard Just a minute, I'll see'fthat voice! Yes, it was Lois Cliff. Soon I was face to face with an Abraham Lincolnish figure and my hand met Prof. Robt. Hall's. Will wonders never cease? Together we made a tour of the building. A swimming pool, six flashy swimmers dove into its depths while M. Barlow coached from the side. Going up on the gymnasium Kline was teaching his youngsters how to avoid breaking their ribs in football games. Down the hall I could hear Jim Korner drawling a squared plus b squared equals x plus y. Bob then told me a big surprise was in waiting and we entered the oflice of the dean of Women. There was Miss Scroggs priiu in a black dress and oxford glasses, but whose dignity was gone the minute the Supt. had left. Talking with Betty I learned that Wilma Virtue and Donna Freriks were teaching A. B. C's to first graders, Lois Schnabel was head of the Art Dept. and J. Oberlander was a competent successor to Mr. McAdams. t'But what of June Baker, isn't she teaching? I inquired. No, she mar1'ied Bobby and they are living on a farm near Spore and peacefully raising chick- ens. You might be interested in knowing that Mr. Havron is in the hospital suffering from a nervous breakdowng it seems that the students took the answers to the history tests. answered the Dean. Immediately I set out for the hospital. On leaving the building I niet Frank Armstrong and Joe Moes, two janitors in white, I suppose they are being called Grandpa now. Going down the street I met an awfully tall couple strolling along and there was Theressa with her six-footer still discussing the possibilities of marriagel I entered the hospital where the young inter ne, Fred Hamilton, kept the hearts of all the nurses beating. Seated at the switch board was J. Breymaier. Going up to Havron's room I saw Carle, En- sminger and Rosencrans stiff in white starch and of course l learned all about Billy Merkel who is now a colonel in the army and now bossing all the young O. N. G's. I went into the ward and there sat G. Light feeling the History Prof's pulse. I hurriedly made an exit. Later I dashed into the corner d1'ug store for a coke which was jerked by Christ Pope and delivered by K. Rossman. I purchased an evening paper and proceeded to enjoy myself till I turn- ed to the editorial page and looked to the staff. Editor in ChieffD. Bowen. I dropped my straw and went in search of God's gift to women. While I was waiting for a traffic light, a big red truck pulled up beside me. Lakeside Biscuits was spread over its sides. I peered in and there was charming Billy Geiger, following his natural bend selling cookies. I stopped into the post office for my mail which was handed to 111e by post master R. Hardy and trailing along behind him were Zeigler, Mclleak, and Yost, three tired carriers. My gasoline gauge registered empty. I drove into a large Sohio Station and out jumped Charles Light ready to fill it up while D. Ghist checked my oil. Mistress Mary Rutter a partner in the busi- ness came to ask me to visit her cozy little tea roorm. That evening some of us got together and decided to go to the Beran Bros. Nite Club on my pass. Along the road my lights focused on something crawling on the ground holding a flashlight and a magnifying glass. Casually I learned it was only Betty Myers taking the bugs to heart. Arriving, we found the place gay with excitement. Lois Robinson and Lucille Faust were the petite waitresses. Hazel Nibert performed her internattionally known Snake Dance with a cobra wrapped around her neck. Later we were entertained with an Apache Dance by Thelma Martin and Bud Smith, now a second Valentino. James Blair in a moment of merriment invited us out to his manufacturing plant. We drove home in the wee hours of the morning juSt 35 Cleo Millial' Hlld HHFVPY Bflehr Were putting milk on the door steps. We went out to see Jim at noon the next day. In his Office We found Bendock Complainins about his job, Jacobs about his sala1'y and CharlesiO11 threatening' to sue the company for he had just cut gff another finger, After the difficulties were settled we learned all about engines from Jim. When we were leaving, up rushed Beall and Eich Dl6HdiHg f01' the afternoon off so they could see Jim Truka's midget football players in action. Later we di'ove out to see the new observattory which was being constructed. Bossing the job was Donald Heiby while high in the air Lestel' Arlidt WHS Waving his arms and Jonny Uhl faith- fully driving rivets. On the way down town I left some dresses at Thomas' Efficient Dry Cleaning Establishment, Stopping into Heinlen's bakery I grabbed a roll from Stiefel while Foulke filled my pockets with salted peanuts. Seeing a fu1'niture store I went in and charged a kiddy car for young Clady, and taking life easy on one of their davenports were the Edsinger brothers. I dashed into the beauty Salon only a half hour late for my appointment. Evelyn Krumbach, the vivacious proprietor, did the curls and swirlsg while E. Miller tried her best to make my face beautiful. From the advertisement of the shop I learned that Ruth Sharrock, was in the Bathing Parlours giving Turkish Baths. Evelyn then told 1119 of a large apartment house run by Forest Slane where Fidler, Heller, and Strub were in the business of making hooked rugs, and that Forest was contemplating marriage with his secretary, Edith Traub. ' When I was almost ready to leave Gladys Lybarger came in asking for pledges toward the Community Fund so they would be able to pay Lois Virtue for her welfare work through and out the city. Rather tired I went to my hotel for a rest. The next morning I went to church where the Reverend Harvey Hildebrand and his wife, Doris Ash, missionaries just back from India, were delivering the message. At the end W. Kibler played Time To Go as a postlude on the organ. A few hours later I climbed into my automobile to take one last look over this ever changing city with its white paved streets along which ran green lawns and low shrubs with long blocks of low swung buildings. As the ticker tape reached a new high on municipal stock I understood the reason for the news that ran throughout the country. -Beth Oberlander . . . Twenty Five.