Classen High School - Orbit Yearbook (Oklahoma City, OK)

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IIUQI' ll aculty Front ir Presenting the Past and Present of Our Profs by Dick Breen ...Mi I WAITED three EN YCZITSQ twenty SCV- 5,4 en months, one hun- 11 dred and eight weeks, et five hundred and forty days, I waited -waited to crack the l I' ' , 1 f faculty case. Q 'T . Richard Harding Davis cracked the S p a n i sh American warg Charlie McAr- thur swung the Loeb- Leopold trial, Damon Runyon cracked the Hauptniann trial, but I cracked the faculty case. It is my assignment and I cover the faculty front. - Delving into the long-sought after subject, I find in- formation that would make William Ran- dolph Hearst blush. They all got off on the wrong foot in life. They went to col- lege. They represent the diversified Ubet- . ter halfu of thirty colleges in far flung corners of the globe: in Mexico, in Ger- many, and even in jolly old England. In my ever conscientious search for in- formation of an uncolored natural, I glanced ox er the Signing In sheet on the counter in the office. This sheet is put here for teachers who arrive at 8:15 to mark down 7:45 very coquettishly. A first year teacher was once known to have played cricket and marked down the correct time. She became a social outcast. That's the complete list there, do your derndestf' berserks Margot Gainor as I leave with the list in hand. I saved the faculty the ultimate in shame by rescuing Helen Nance, attendance clerk, from the hour slip tendencies of a proctor who thought he was really pouring it on the sophomores. It's the re- sult of that school girl complexion. Helen and her pencil are public enemies I to 40. Fern Hoover, music, via the mouth, instructor, was the first target of this news-hawking for posterityls sake. She has her trouble. John Caldwell is it. She spent the entire hour of our interview trying to keep lohn's mouth from looking like the Holland Tunnel on a rainy after- noon. Iohn believes that music is an expansive study. Then into the dramatic department to duck the di- rector-directed missiles. Here we find Mrs. Elaine Tucker, department head, practicing walk-outs before a full length mirror. Lined up against the wall are the trophies, plaques, NNN 65? li . ,gif 5 ' ali , g sw. C. K. Raff and certificates she and her proteges have won. Shels won more than any other teacher in the state, and as a mark of appreciation her students are buying her a new clear vision mirror. She's been falling down on her walkouts lately. Huser, assistant walker-outer, is coaching from the sidelines. It's a grand department of six-hour hectic re- hearsals, stage building and striking, walk-ons, walkouts, minute lunch snatches, personal triumphs, and Cavalcade of De Grushes, Traverses, Cvilleys, and Colemans march- ing on-to who knows where? Into the historical history department. Headed by Miss Clara Meyer, they all try to sour pan, but on the sly, they arenlt particularly outraged when someone can't re- member in what year the War of 1812 was fought. A gallant crew they: Nliss Blanche Holland, who flunked me in Psychology and hasn't worked up the humanitar- ianism to be sorry for me fshe always tested us on chap- ters I didn't knowwbut then, how could she be expected to guess one out of twenty?j, Miss Blanche Paul and Miss Gladys Shepard, the two good shephards of the Senior Classg Mrs. Marguerite Flood, authority of the Battle of Student Council, Miss Isabel Eastland, who is nearly as proud of Texas as she is of her sixth hour class, and Colonel C. E. 'lpopl' Grady, the nations No. I debate coach and grand guy. The English Department holds a marked fascination for meg and why shouldnlt it, after youlve flunked under everyone of the teachers, including the softies? Headed by Miss ,Florette McNeese, ' who is prejudiced and still thinks Ring l Lardner is a better writer than I am, the , English Department holds number one position for flunkers, consisting ofg Miss Iris Baughman, Miss Lucille Tandy, Miss Della Link, Miss Helen Norris, Miss Saidee Hazelwood, Miss Louise Lang, Miss Mary Lawson, Miss Margaret Lindsay, Miss Anne Pearson, and Miss Katherine Brous, who is just embarking on a long and honorable career of flunking. The Mathematics department, great haven of the snap course Qsolid geometry, trigonometry, and college algebraj was the next victim of the microscopic eye. A departmental meeting is in session when we go into the stronghold. What's the matter? You haven't flunked anybody in ages. It's getting so people occasionally get l'D,s and L'C's'I out of this department. You know that's against the rules. Now let's get some hustle! Get in there and fightl Elunkl Elunkl Elunkll' pep talks Martha Denny, C83

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who delights in handling a crowd and working up their reserve enthusiasni. The master this year was that loyal Blue lacket, Bill Breeding. VVith all the finesse and skill of one born to the game, Bill has followed the old custom and led us on to a rousing QnWard Classenf' An earlv tradition, indeed earliest of them all, is a custom of Miss Nlary Lawsonls, who tries to instill into the heads of the uneducated an occasional bit of English. Every morning, for years and years and years, Miss Law- son has briskly marched in our Portals Proniptly at 6:45 a. ni., rain or shine, wind or snow. For nianv years, each senior class, has, before passing on, presented to the school some gift or monument de! C75 signed to beautify or enrich the school and its lite. This is just one of the ways in which seniors hope to keep their images bright in the nieniory of the undergrads and students yet to come. Not yet old enough to he called traditional, but rapidly on its way to that title, is the annual junior-senior prom, always a high-light of the spring social season. Until only three years ago, a strict board of education, some stricter parents, and re-stricted finances prevented the launching of this idea, but tinies finally changed. The first prom was held and declared a rousing success. The succeeding hops were on an equal plane, so 'tis plain that the old fogies were wrong and dancing's really at good clean sport. -

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.ental chief, known as M. Du the uDoe.U Nliss Bernice Gordon rises. L'Wcf deserve it coachl fre loafinl. I gave a guy a D the other day, but we're roundin' into mid-season form and I for one am go- ing to bar a thousand. VVe'll fight. XVe've got the red pencils. VVL-'ve got the mean scowls. Now come on! VVhat d'ya say, girls? I:lunlc'er down, boys! Iflunlc 'er down, boys! They go to Classen but they never make de lassenslw chortle But- ler, IWcCorlcle, Denny, Deupree, Stevens and Cunningham. as they race down the hall sharpening their red pencils. Off between war whoops to the foreign n language department, whose teaching, regard' less of nationality, is Greek to everybody. WCIl'C, by this time, authorities on Greek. Headed by M1's. Davida Richardson, this group of stalwart teachers includes, lVIr. Arthur Kin- caid, Miss Lucille VVilloughby, Henrietta Von Tungeln, Miss Bess Snell, Iyfiss I,elia Pickard, Miss Bessie I-Ierrin, and hfliss lVIarjorie Brainard. The commercial department is the uKey point of the school, as far as type-writers are concerned. It's a typical department. Upon our entrance into Miss Etha Townsend's typing class, Sadie Stutz is waving frantically. HTeach, this thing won't world Wlialt do I do next? Townsend speaks: Ulf that journalism department ing in another lemon on us, I am going to get citrous- .ruit conscious. XVhat's wrongP', The in is missingf' uIt's the journalism departznent, alright, they have great respect for the ui . All my teachers are very fond of the journalism department except Miss lVIary Cantrell. lX4rs. Marion Bordo Iarrell, Nliss Ethel Hasinger, lVIiss lXfIil- dred Holland, and IX'Iiss Ifmma Meneely. CHA1u.izs W. XMu.i.Ac:E Vice-Principal The science department is located on the third floor near the houses of Miss Geraldine Gabel, Miss Nell Guth- erie, lNIr. I-Iarold E. Brown, Mr. Iames I-Iarlow, IN4r. M. Paden, and Mr. Carl Shafer. A nice crowd, even though they do ruin the school two days a semester by making sulphur dioxide gas. Disguising myself with manliness, I ventured into the domestic science department. IX'Irs. Edna Hedges and Iyliss Veta Campbell were teaching the sweet young things the intricacies of water boiling. It's a good place for future wife-hunting. They all ducked when they saw me coming and sighed with relief when I left. In again, out again, to see Mr. liranlt Nic- Kee, industrial art head, and hilt. G. VV. Bruch- er, mechanical drawing prof. Left hurriedly when Brucher broaehed the subject of payment of activity tickets. It's a peaceful world'-f-the art department. Everyone wanders around, nobody says hello or goodby. Mrs. Edna B. Stevenson and daughter, Miss Dorothea Stevenson, both art instructors, painting a modernistic painting of a landscape. Later found out it was Venus Playing lvlarblesf' james Iimmie Neilson hurries out on an errand of mercy for his trombone player, who slipped and swallowed part of it. I-Ie's filling the spot left vacant by Ludwig W. I-Iebestreit, who told the piccolo player Hhe'd never get to first bass. I-Ie's filling the spot well. lyliss Charlotte Stringer, who i'uns the lost' and found department, Miss Miriam Moyer, superintendent of the shelves, and Mrs. Theodosia Gambrell, empress of the palace of gastronomical splendor, all came in for their share of 'Ipeeping Tommy. THE FACULTY C95