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

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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.

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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 And it came to pass, while I pondered these things in my heart, the :loor of a home swung open before my vision, and I found therein a house- hold made happy by a wife and moaher who had found her greatest ambit- ion in the highest of all worldly vocationsfrthe A maker and keeper of a home. My soul rejoiced to see that it wa.s Marie, but the Spirit of Proph- ecy was leading me further on in my quest of the Things to Be. She led me on to Paris where in my vision I saw a private designing shop owned and managed by Mesdames Routon and Varnevali formerly Marguerite Gunsett. and Vesta Warner. It is from this shop that the very latest Parisian creations are obtained by stylish Americans. And lol then appeared our beloved president, Frank Giessler, yea, ev- en as today, I could see him in all his dignity and his words were heeded as we today of the Class of 1924 have heeded and attended unto them: for his ambition has led him ever upward and on pvard until he was even the Governor of this, his very own and native state, Ohio. Then across the years of the future I hear suneone call, Hellol Hellof Number? It is Ruth Potter, a chief operator, who is to connect the lines for communication day in and day out. The pleasure and satisfaction of looking into the future is always mixed with pain and sorrow. I feel like cryingel mist cryfthis wom- a.n's grief that I now see over.vhel.ns me. Sirely, it is sotne lonely widow mourning the loss of her husband. No, not sa. I see nothing like that. Tis only a fair bride weeping at the loss of her pet paodle. Who is the bride? Her name was once Eva Lare but now Mrs. Beatty. The latest newspapers report that the American forces were led to victory by her brave and gallant soldier, General Owen Beatty. But yet I looked again, and I could see among the society circles of that distant time. among those most fair to look upon, among those most bright and dazzling to the vision, a dainty lady of society, enviediand flat- tered by all, and the queen of every gathering-Edvthe Showalter. Her highest hopes for a life among the social elect have been realized., As I look once more I am led off the Pacific coast away out on the Ha- waiian Islands where Mr. and Mis. Fensler are found as joint governors of the Islands. She was formerly Grace Sheets. And now the Spirit led me over rocks, hills, crags and torrents through broad prairies and wide valleys where .she gives me a glimpse of a large sheep ranch in Montana. Here I find Mr. Ira Harker and his wife Thelma managing the ranch. They have established a bachelor hall where Bruce Mollenkopf and Lewis McDaniel are the chief bachelors. Ah! thirty, forty years hence I see a rich banker riding in his aero- plane, counting out his money and wearing his dia noiids. His name? Oh. yes, I see it now. It is Victor Greulach. And as the Spirit led me from the scene of the banker, there were sweet strains of music which held my soul entrauced by the beauty and perfection of their harmonies. As I looked about to know whence they came, behold I did find the same one who so often sang so enchantingly to