Clay High School - Crystal Yearbook (Oregon, OH)

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QI IES On November 22, 1929, the juniors presented a three-act comedy en- titled 'Professor Peppf The auditorium was filled to capacity. This year the Cheerleader, first published by the class of 1930 as a class project, be- came a newspaper published every six weeks. One could find juniors in literary societies, orchestra, on basketball and baseball teams, on Student Council, Cheerleader staff, Crystal staff, and in the Octet. An Honor Society was organized of which only juniors and Seniors with exceptional grades were members. Five Juniors were en- rolled as members of this club. Our first social event was the Junior party. What a characteristic set- ting! All red and gold, the color of the autumn wood. We also enjoyed a pot-luck supper later in the year. On May 10, the Class of '31 had the honor of entertaining the first graduating class at a junior-Senior banquet in the Woman's Building. Somehow we realized more deeply how we would miss the departing Seniors, their work and kindly guidance. In September of 1930 we returned, a little wiser, and more eager to capably fill the place vacated by the Seniors of 1930. We chose as our ad- visor, Mr. Franklin Black. Each year saw a new development at Clay High. This year it was the establishment of clubs in various fields. These clubs made our school life more interesting. Seniors took the more responsible positions on the Crystal and Cheer- leader staffs. The orchestra this year was better than ever. More members were added, and rehearsals were held twice a week. Frequent appearances were made in public by the orchestra. Our first social event of the year was a wiener roast at Reno Beach. What a beautiful scene! Two parties were held at the homes of our class- mates. On May 9, 1931, the Seniors were entertained by the Juniors at a junior-Senior banquet. The baccalaureate services, held on May 24, were conducted by Rev. C. A. Wiederanders, at the St. john's Lutheran Church. The commencement exercises were held in the school auditorium, May 27. Twenty-seven Seniors, clad in caps and gowns, received their diplomas. What a happy feeling, accompanied by sadness, was felt by these Seniors. How we dreaded to leave our school! On May 30, our Senior Class Day, we were together once more-for perhaps the last time. At the end of this wonderful day we parted, bear- ing in our hearts our motto: 'Wor-k! Wait! Winl'-the motto we had used during our high school days, and the one we vowed we would always strive to use. .aLaaa4glLa1:.:. qagmalafalleaaig -:-ia-swf-.'.q.'w:-:wins-:soc-E+' AZ 9 3 1 is-f.'-:-z-+233-:-S-z-Ma-mhz.-T2 l'u,4'f Yiriwzfj

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S! IEE History of the Class of '31 In the year 1932 the last tribe of Indians in America was still existing. In this tribe were twenty-six members. These Indians loved and were loved by the white people. Each year this tribe elected four honorary white members to its tribe. This year I was one of the four fortunate people. What a gay affair it was when we held our monthly meetings. A war dance! A snake dance! Colorful decorations! and lo!-we were intox- icated with Indian life. Another gathering-but this time we were to have a speaker. Each one of the honorary members was required to relate something pertaining to his own life, at one of the meetings. On a wonderful moonlit night, seated about a campfire, I decided I would tell them about my four years in high school. This was my story: 'Twas early in the morning, one beautiful September day in 1927, when fifty-nine small children entered Clay High School as Freshmen. We climbed the stairway to the Freshman study room, number 205. When we were finally gathered in 205, a set of puzzles was given us to solve-a schedule of courses and classes-and we were to write our solu- tions on two white cards. Miss Fassett, our superintendent, explained the puzzles carefully. We wrinkled our foreheads earnestly, and when we had found the correct solutions, were permitted to depart to find our class- rooms. The cruel Sophomores, who were the only other students in the school besides the Freshmen, informed us, each time we looked into their classrooms, that we were Freshmen, but we resumed our search until we found rooms that were well supplied with minds as great and countenances as 'green' and fresh as ours. We soon learned the value of D's, Cs, B's and A's-letters that meant so little to us in algebra, but were of the utmost importance ,when they ap- peared on certain white cards every six weeks. .jf We organized our class rather late that year because were strang- ers at the first of the year. We chose as our advisor, Mr. Ralph Engel. This class participated in basketball, glee club, dramatic club, base- ball and track. The following year, 1928, forty-five of last year's Freshmen class en- tered the portals of Clay High as Sophomores. We organized and chose as our advisor, Mr. Harold Potter. Active parts were taken by the Sophomores in literary societies, or- chestra, glee cl,ub, student council, basketball, baseball and track. A delightful party was enjoyed in the school gymnasium on Novem- ber 23. We all had a good time. The year 1929 brought back twenty-eight juniors. We now assumed our duties as upper classmen. We chose as our class adviser, Mrs. Packer. She surely served her purpose. ,ti'iiii1L1i1i ,-iz'i'ii.iiziaa I 7 wuuly-viyhl HM 'Q-

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V1 V1 Al IA Class Prophecy The linancial conditions, when the innocent Class of '51 was turned into the cold world, had nothing on the depression of 1941. I had tramped the streets of Toledo for days trying to get a job, but with no success. I was thoroughly discouraged. I entered the Ohio Building, stepped into the elevator, and asked for the tenth floor. When the operator looked up I recognized him to be no other than James Crandall. But who would have known it? james had grown tall and thin. I was interested to hear all about him. I landed safely on the tenth floor. Directly opposite the elevator I read a sign on the door: Myers and Dreier, Attorneys-at-Law. I rang the bell and was admitted into the office by Verna Koch, who glared at me through horn-rimmed spectacles. She ushered me into the main office. Alden Dreier, with his feet on his desk, was very busy chewing gum and looking through the latest edition of the Sears, Roebuck catalogue. I asked him whether he had a position open at this time. Without removing his feet from the desk he mumbled, Come again in about two years and I'll see what I can do for you. I sent him a withering look and swept out of the office. What was I to do? I had twenty-live cents left in the world and the landlady, Sarah Schnabel, was threatening to throw me out if I didn't pay last week's room rent. As I stepped out into the windy street I again felt the gnawing pangs of hunger, and realized that I had not eaten for two days. I gazed lovingly for a time at my last quarter, but I was desperate. I decided I must eat. I made my way to Barbara and Eleanor's lunch room and ordered a ham sandwich. At the next table Mary Toth and Ward Corson were hold- ing a heated argument in French Qbut as I did not remember much of my French I could not get the drift of the conversation., I sighed as I silently compared their position with my own. How much more fortunate they had been. Mary had become a famous saxophonist and played in Paul Whiteman's orchestra. Ward had gained prominence as a newspaper editor. i I paid my check to Ruth Moritz, the cashier, and went on my way. At the street corner I came upon Walter Ferrenberg, singing Oh, Gee! There ain't no justice, accompanied by Robert Stroshine on the piccolo. Funny that Robert had given up farming. , just a few steps further down the street Carol Green was selling red chiffon handkerchiefs. She offered to sell me one for five cents. Talk about your sales talk, I had never heard a better one. P:Y-a-aaaaa-ala 2,-.-.Aga-,aa-,aaaj , .. Y -- - aug 1 9 1 '?W9 7.hi?'fj' D