Central High School - Central Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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program Setting—New Opera House (by anticipation.) Time—Tonight. May 19, 1911. Performers — Class day committee and officers: Philip Darnell, George Baldwin, Grant Fewsmith, Marie Finley, Marcia Henry, Elizabeth Lyman, Bernice Hart, Miriam Culp, Marguerite Crighton. Enter Philip (left box, happy): ' Hello everybody. (He looks blank at discovering empty boxes.) “Oh, how nice of all the officers to come early! Enter Betty and Miriam and Martin Maurer (right). In establishing themselves in the box they place a box of candy on the box railing. They wave to Philip. Philip: “After Mr. Harris has gotten the opera house for us, we ought to be here on time. Miriam: Yon might collect some dues while you wait, for Denton ” Philip (he looks significantly at box of candy) : “The way to a man’s industry is through his sweet tooth.” (Reaches vainly for candy, as the girls offer it teasingly.) Enter Bernice (talking to someone outside. Left box. She bumps into Philip. Both exclaim, “Oh, excuse me. Bernice: “Oh, Philip, is that you? But you know one really couldn’t miss you.’’ (At the same time Philip speaks.) Philip: “Wonder you wouldn’t look where you were going! This isn’t the gymnasium.” Miriam (pounding edge of opposite box) : “Order, order over there!” Enter George and Marie (left box). They wave to the others, exchange greetings; at the same time Grant and Marguerite enter right box. George (surveys the class in the audience proudly) : “Not a bad looking class, is it ?” Grant: “No, since you’re not down there. All look down; point out people to each other. Betty: “There is the class athlete!” Girls (in excited chorus): “Where?” (They lift opera glasses and scan the audience eagerly. Boys exchange glances.) Philip: “And there’s the class beauty!” Boys (in excited chorus): “Where?” (Grant pulls out a huge telescope and gazes through it. The girls exchange glances this time.) Miriam: “What makes this box so empty ?” Marguerite: “Why, Marcia isn’t here yet!” Marie: “While we are waiting, let’s have a speech.” Chorus: “Let George do it!” (Applause, as George steps over the edge of the box and comes forward. He assumes a mock dignity and begins.) “This uncounted multitude before me and around me, proves .the feeling which the occasion has excited. These thousands of human faces, glowing with sympathy and joy, and from the impulses of a common gratitude, turned reverently to heaven, in this spacious temple of the firmament—firmament—’’ (Groans from boxes.) “But your agitated countenances and heaving breasts inform me that this is not an unmixed joy and. therefore, I turn from it.” Chorus: Please do.” He begins, seriously—a real address to the class. — 23 —

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Class of 'SI Class; of 1911 Class Officers George S. Baldwin..................President Miriam T. Culp................Vice President Elizabeth P. Lyman.................Secretary Denton K. Swartwout, Jr............Treasurer Bernice A. Hart..........Assistant Treasurer Martin S. Maurer............Sergeant-at-Arms Class jilotto: Cene bene et alta pete Class Colors: Itjrf)t JBlue anb £olb Class Jell Smash! Crash! Crickety-Crevin ! We’re the Class of Nineteen ’lcven, Breaking records is our theme, In scholarship and every team. The Class of 1911 had a big task before them when they attempted to outdo the preceding class. Whether they have succeeded or not we leave you to say. The Class Day speakers were: Grace Murray, Historian. Kathryn Abbott, Poetess. Arthur Bleich, Orator. William Scher, Humorist. Julia Fox, Pianist. Noble Sissle, Vocalist. Irwin Glueck, Violinist. The Class Day Committee was as follows: Marguerite Crighton, Marie Finley, Marcia Henry, George Baldwin, Grant Fewsmith, and Denton Swartwout. The following were Faculty choice for Commencement: George Baldwin, Mildred Kaufman, Paul Devor, Helen Ruggles, Denton Swartwout, Rivella Shapiro, Elizabeth Lyman. The class chose Miriam Culp and Daniel Ellinger. The class is much indebted to Mr. Sutton who has proved a good adviser to the class. 22 —

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Class History $reaibent’s: peecf) This is class night, and probably my last opportunity to address the Class of 1911. Commencement night, some dignified member of the Board of Education will preside. Then for once we must be serious. But tonight we can have a good time. Tonight we can lay aside care for the morrow and can recall the pleasant memories of yesterday. Four years ago we came to high school to become wise. Now we have succeeded. We are about to depart. How changed we are! Recall what you were four years ago—so young, so innocent of knowledge! We have learned much, too, from things not in books. The best thing that can come into our lives, at this time or hereafter is, I believe, the personal contact with those around us. In high school, more than anywhere alse, we form those lasting friendships which are so precious now and become more so as the years go by. We shall travel various paths in the world outside, yet we shall never forget the friends we have found here. There are other associations pleasant to recall. We shall never forget the kindly influence of one club or another in this great old school. Many a classmate has been coaxed from his shell of indifference into various other school activities which have developed in him the ability to cope with men and events. This ability may mean his future success in some position of honor in the world — as, possibly, Chief of Police, or a member of the Ohio State Legislature. But we have one friend whom we shall never forget. Who is the one who has in so many ways fostered our various friendships? It is Mr. Harris, who has kept the class together. He has, moreover, taken a personal interest in each one of us. For Mr. Harris, our principal, we have nothing but the sheerest gratitude, respect, and love for all that he has done for us. Whatever may befall us in life, we shall ever remember his guidance and his care. Enter Marcia (left box) breathless. “Oh! I’m late! What’s that about Mr. Harris? I missed it.” Chorus (all): “You missed it, all right; it was great!” All consult programmes. Philip: “Here comes the History.” (He tears his hair in mock alarm.) “I hope Grace will be discreet in relating it.” Class J storp N the high tower of Central High School sits the Belfry Owl brooding. He is puzzled, for it is eight o’clock, and he still does not hear that long bell ringing. There are no sounds of the boys, as they take three steps at a time in their frantic effort to reach the room door before its peal ceases, nor of the girls, as they rush breathlessly in, their hats awry, perhaps only to be greeted by Mr. Bath-rick, who is accustomed to hold receptions in the office for late comers. It is not Saturday nor Sunday, and so the owl is worried. With a sudden flapping of his wings, which sends a shower of dust through the darkness, he leaves his high abode and descends to discover the cause. At the third floor landing he pauses, and peeps into Room twenty. No.merry sound of laughter greets his ears, and once inside, the walls look bare and strange without the usual array of the latest spring fashions. Bewildered the owl flits down to the big hall, where silence reigns supreme. It is dark and dreary, and in the absence of the merry throng of students, all seems strange and unnatural. The office door is closed, and eagerly — 24 —