Convoy Union High School - Bellerophon Yearbook (Convoy, OH)

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The Bellerophon Months of study, toil and struggle, In athletics and in classroomg Valiantly they strove together, Wrestling with the mighty problemis That their teachers set before them, Till the year had passed entirely, And as Sophomores they were greeted. Each year brought them added problems, Greater tasks to face and conquer, Each year brought them greater triumphs, And rewards of greater richnessg Till at last two years were ended, And as Juniors they were welcomed- Aye, as bright and happy Juniors, Watching with the eye of envy As the Senior class passed by them. And this year we too are Seniorsm Aye, the grave and reverend Seniors That the high school loves to honor! We have learned full many a lessong We have worked out many a problemg We have fought out harder battles Than a class has fought before us! None could learn as fast as we couldf None could see as far as we could, None have won so many victories, None ha.ve done so many wonders, As this marvelous and greatest Class of nineteen twenty-four. Now as brave and gallant victors We must pass from Convoy High School, To the land of greater promise, As full formed men and womeng Take our places with the people Who have learned the great worlds lessons, In that kingdom of perfection, Writing ever brighter legends, Adding ever new traditions To the records of the great ones, In the land of the hereafter. -LEWIS MCDANIEL

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The Bellerophon THE SENIOR LEGEND Should you ask me whence this story, Whence this legend and tradition, Echoing through all our speaking With its wild reverberations As of high school yells, and wonder, I should answer, I should tell you, From four years at Convoy High School From four long, hard years of study, From four years of firm endeavor, In athletics and in classroom, Have we gathered all this wisdom! , Should you ask whence Convoy High School Gathered such a band of students, For athletics and her classroom, I should answer, I should tell you, From the green lanes of the country, From the eighth grade just below us, From the schools about the district, ' From the far of Helds of learning, And from far and distant places. From the by-ways and the highways Came the students of all districts, Came the graduates of eighth grades, Came the farmer youths and maidens, Came the strange youths from a distanceg All the students drawn together By the fame of Convoy High School. And they met there in the school house, With report cards and their pencils, And new books of varied colors, Green as freshmen have been ever Since first high schools sprang to being, Bashfully they eyed each other, On their faces blush and simper In their hearts a fear and trembling. But the noble superintendent, And the teachers of the classes, Looked upon them with compassion, For they knew they were but children, Were but young and ignorant children, And they spake such words of wisdom That their fright was straightway melted, And they joined themselves together, And like brothers lived Rienceforthg Swift the happy months were oaer,

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The licllcropliun CLASS PRUPHECY Listen, O ye classmates, to the words of revelation fron your pro, het- css, who now writes unto yol what hath been revealed to her, even as it hath been decreed by the powers that be. For the veil of the future has been rent in twiii and the Spiril ol' Prophecy hath descended from the spheres to envelop my so il with her mystic power. It hath been given to me to see strange visions of the glor- ies of the years to come. Now it so happened when it was decreed that the fluture of the Class of 192-1 was to be given into the hands of me, your prophetess, to do with as it pleased her, that she cried out in a loud voice of la nentation, saying, Who am I that the future of this great and glorious class shoald be fore- told by me? But behold! even as my cry of weakness ascended unto the heavens, the Spirit of Prophecy drew back the curtain and pointed down the aven- ues of a strange land and opening her Lips spake unto me: Look! Listen! Prophecy unto these young men and young Wome-n of Tully-Convoy High School even these things which you herein behold. For as I looked into the land of the future I could discern, moving among the dim shadows. the familiar forms of those fair and radiant be- ings who were once my classmates, now changed and transformed into cit- izens of the outside world, even as they had so long hoped to be. And as it came to pass that the veil before my eyes grew yet more and more thin through the intensity of my vision, I could see them, even as if the intervening years were vanished. As I looked I beheld the sun shining down upon the large baseball training camp of the Cincinnati Reds at Fort Worth, Texas. where as t.he second Babe Ruth appeared our old athlete of C. H. S., Gilbert Mefferd. His devoted wife. Edna. stays at their hone in Dixon, caring for the family while he tours the Major League Circuit. And then as I looked into professional circles, in a large office, among many men of various minds sat a prosperous lawyer, Bob Jones, the boy who in our High School days had not yet learned to lie. Nay, no-t even on the right side would Bob say a word that could be wro-ngly interpreted. Thus are the mighty brought to lower planes! He and Mrs.. Jones, nee Rutl: Anderson. live in New York City. Mrs. Jones is said to be the inspiration for many of his successful swayings of the jury in various crowded court room sensations. I then happened to find myself on the inside of a large cathedral where a stately minister in his robes of dignity poured forth words of inspiration on the great and grave religious subjects of the day. Verily, it was Lester Gehres who had thus entered into the work of the church. Just recently Mrs. Genres sued for a divorce and restoration of her maiden name, Ruth Eddy. being discontented with the solemn life of a ministers wife and vearning for the notoriety of a stage career as a prima donna.