Chaney High School - Lariat Yearbook (Youngstown, OH)

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f , ,,.. . .. , .,,. ,,-,r . ...,.- .... . .r. . . .,..- ...... . ..,,-..., l we - rrigtgttgirftitaw Vps.: in------F THE FLIGHT OF THE CLASS OF JUNE '33 B y julia Ward T VVAS from the eighth grade below us, from the schools about the district, and from far and varied places, that a group of students gathered at the Hying-held of Chaney High School in the fall of 1928. There, one huge especially built plane was waiting for liight. It was a monoplane-- Freshman,'. At the wings of the plane stood our noble pilots, sending their messages of welcome to us, and as we rushed into our seats, green as Freshmen have ever been since the Hrst high school sprang up, we bashfully eyed each other, our hearts trembling withifear. Off we went at 8:30 of a fine September morning, and, as we continued to circle over th: town and the ruins of the elementary school, we grew anxious lest, for scme reason, we might descend. We were deeply concerned about being on our way, and it was a great relief when we pointed directly toward Planet Sophomore. We had been climbing steadily, being now six thousand meters high, when the dank coolness of a cloud bank enfolded us. We were blind and lost unless some unseen hand would be stretched forth to guide us! And lo, the teachers in the plane, knowing that we were but young and ignorant children, spoke words cf comfort and wisdom to us, and like brothers we lived henceforward. Swiftly the months went by, and valiantly we strove to- gether, wrestling with all problems set before us, and as the year was drawing to an end, we could see countless figures swarming on the surface of the planet looming before us. Vkfe could see them turning their faces toward us, and many of those old beards were no doubt muttering contempt for our flying miracle. So it was only a matter of a few more days until we landed. We lingered several months on this heavenly body, waiting for the new plane, although our only thought was to start again. In the third month of our vacation came the plane, and in high spirits we piled into it. The day was hot with the dry sun whose rays penetrated to the very marrow of our bones. We, in the new dignity of our promotion, remembered the days when the Sopho- mores had no mercy upon the sufferings of others, and even so did we wish to do unto the new Freshmen. But we flew on, and in six weeks we were sailing high over the last thin wall of mountains on Planet Sophomore. Page Twenty-Two

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x .....f,:-Q Y , ....- . We t t ,,,,,-!9,: t IQE.li!.C'.. VEDR' -.i1-.-..:5Q..-- .-.-....... VALEDICTORIA By Mary Wick OMMENCEMENT! It seems impossible that the magic day is at hand-that day so eagerly awaited throughout the years! We tremble as the wave of realization rushes upon us. ' At this momentous occasion our hearts are Filled with varying emotions. Exultant joy in the knowledge that our goal has been attained is tinged with a wistful longing for days gone by and with sadness at the thought of departure. Twelve long years have we spent in s g for this end. How slowly time crept by us laboring as underclass men! How we envied the seniors! Ah, but those joyous days were not appreciated then. One day we awoke to find ourselves in the seat of the mighty with responsibility as well as glory heaped upon us. We sprang to our task with zealous confidence, There was so much for us to do. Now we have come to the end. But lol it is not an end we End, but a beginning. Now do we realize the true significance of the term--Commencement. We look upon the life ahead of us. We see our path leading through a troubled world, one in need of strong and capable leadership. Regardless of whatever destiny awaits us there, we pledge ourselves to do our best to bring about a better order. Before we step forth, we pause to express our appreciation to those who have made our high school education possible and to those who have made it both a pleasant and a profitable experience. To you, Dear Parents, we can express but a portion of our love and gratitude. We hope that we may be worthy of you. To you, Om' Teachers, we oiifer our heartfelt thanks for your inspirational guidance and leadership. It has not been our privilege to know each of you as we would have liked, nevertheless, we have felt your infiuence. To you, Students of Chaney, friends and companions during these years, we leave our place in this school. May you carry on, being not too hasty in your eagerness, making fewer mistakes than we have made, and attaining a success beyond all former ones. May you not fail in fulfilling this desire. . . . A choking fills our throats as we utter this last . . . To you, O Chaney, beloved Alma Mater, the school where we have loved and laughed, lived and learned, we say-FAREWELLl Page Twenty-One

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------ I9 - THQ RIG VEDR - 33 gg The next year, also, we witnessed many hardships. Storm tossed, high above the dark earth, with a rolling sea of blinding vapor below us, where could we turn in the empty sky for help and guidance to clear flying and safe landing? The Planet Iunior at a great distance beyond was our only hope, so our deafening motors turned directly toward that body. The altitudes and distances combined to create bafliing illusions for us, the inexpe- rienced. Moreover, it still seemed to our eyes that we could crash against something in the blinding vapor and thus prove to be unsuccessful in our attempts to reach the end of our journey. Suddenly we realized that far above us, in one of the fairest planets, could be seen a great fretwork of walls and green orchards. With our deafening motor now roaring, and the nose of the plane turned directly toward Planet Iunior, we began an ascent more rapid than could be realized, so gentle was it. Never was there such blending of heaven and earth as in the blue. We could now see the bright and bonny natives, and soon we landed. Here we spent another several months, but the time flitted by so rapidly that we were really astonished to resume again our long journey. But lo, the number of us that set off at the beginning of the new year had decreased. Some had not beenahle to adapt themselves to such a rapid flight, and others had been so unfortunate as to be overtaken by sickness. This, of course, was beyond their control, and they could only bide their time until they would be able to resume the journey. But the rest of us happily journeyed through this year of promise and plenty. Our thoughts were racing impatiently toward our destination-Planet Senior. Soon we could see the distant green, a few months later came the sight of plateausg still later the mounains were rising to meet us as we hovered in our plane. Then appeared a sprinkling of buildings in their gardens, and Finally we were over the extensive flying-Field. We came to hard earth on the great yellow-gray field, and with a sudden roar from our motor we spun along in a graceful curve toward the waiting crowd of people, oflicials, and others. We were Seniors-yes, the grave reverend Seniors that everybody loves to honor! Here we learned many a lesson, worked many a problem, and became very well ac- quainted with our classmates. We had fought harder battles than any class had ever fought before us! We had learned fast, had seen far, had won many victories and had worked many a wonder. But now, as brave victors, we must pass from Chaney and take our place in the land of business and learning. Page Twenty-Three