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

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as , --- Ms--M-M-- Bellerophona the Mdiscovered overfnight artist, Francis Augenstein, and last, The Dancing Cavaliers. These were Herbert Stump and Walter Hartsock under the leadership of Leonard Schaffner, the noted dancing master. Could this be possible? The bigf gest hit of the season by members of our Class of '29! Seeing is believing, so that settled it. The next morning I left Columbus. When about two miles on the other side of the city, I saw a large car, driven by a very sedateflooking chauffeur, approaching me at a tremendous speed. On it came, and I, not being able to figure out what the driver was about to do, followed the line of least resistance and landed in the ditch. Vxfhen I regained consciousness in a sunny hospital room, a beautiful, brownfeyed nurse was bending over me, whom I recognized as Dorothy Pancake. She said she had just been out to ask Miss North what I should be given to eat. Fern, the dignif hed dietitian of the hospital, and Dorothy, the head nurse! As I was thinking this news over, a nurse came to the door and told Dorothy that the gentlemen with whom I had the accident wished to see me and have a settle' ment. Since my injuries amounted to nothing more serious than a few scratches and bruises, I was now quite able to talk either business or politics, if necessary. The door opened, and two men entered: one, a very tall, lightfhaired fellow, and the oth' er, dark, slightly bald, but very distinguishedflooking. The latter handed me his card, and I almost fainted again when I read on it, Vernie Densel, Senator from Oregon. Of course he recognized me, and a visit followed. I learned that he was to speak at a banquet that night and was on his way to Columbus with his boon companion and legal adviser, Chester Martin, when the accident occurred. They arranged to have me stay at the hospital and have a good visit with Fern and Doro' thy. Our visiting began at once. Of course, I asked where the rest of the class were. I was told that Ruth Horine was Girls' Athletic Director in a western college, that Hazel Smith had just left for Europe with a millionaire's family as tutor for their child, that Mary Louise Long was still successful ,as Home Economics teacher in Bowl' ing Green State Normal College even though she has had a rather hard life fif having had three husbands is called a hard lifej I remembered then what an efficient cook she was even in high school days. It surprised me to hear that Howard Giessler was the most outstanding physician and surgeon in Columbus and for miles around, and was at this time attending a convention in Chicago. Dorothy Lytle was astonishf ing her friends as a saleswoman, selling to the world a new tooth paste, guaranteed not to shrink, fade, scratch, or wither the teeth. Marie Greulach was the most popuf lar beauty specialist of the day and was contributing to the universe her new face beautilier, Marozello, discovered in 1930. Demands have been so great that her orders can hardly be filled. Berniece Denig is a huge success as a lecturer, her two favorite topics being, How and Why I am Still Single and 'LHow I Escaped the Wiles of Men. Last, but not least, Miss Willeke is the idol of all radio fans and is heard over station C. H. S., named in honor of the famous Convoy High School and the illusf trious class of 1929. Thus I found all my classmates and sponsor prospering in their chosen walks of life. May they always be so fortunate! -Jeanette Everett '29 at .... ., W- .... ...- . Page 23 I ,,,.m4f-.,,r i

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sm! aaaa -Bellerophonm - A44 CLASS PRoPHEoY Chug! Chug! Chug! I must be out of gasoline-I bet that if I ever take anf other auto trip, it'll be in something else besides a Elivver, or else I'1l carry a filling station and a garage with me! Seems a town is in the distance, I'11 get the road map and see where I am. Let's see, I'm on the Lincoln, and-Why, that's Convoy! That's the place where I used to live. I'll stop over a while and visit my old friends. !'Put in ten and fill the can, too. Why, Norman Etzler! I didn't know you! Are you working here, now? Fine! Glad to hear you own this garage. Used to be Bell's, didn't it? Suppose you see our old classmate ,quite often? Sure enough, fifteen years would make a difference in the lives of some of them. Who's the pret' ty, curlyfheaded girl on the other side of the street? Marilyn Lytle? Helen Backhus and Curly Lytle married? Well, it's no more than I expected. Do you mean to tell me that Curly is the richest man in Convoy? Can you feature that? Helen's dreams have come true at last. The new building next door, here-Who owns that? Frema Poling has her dress designing parlors there, and women from New York and Chicago come to her for special designing? Will wonders never cease? While waiting for my change, I picked up the Convoy Aggravator, published by Editor Schaadt, and beheld more surprises. One item said, Mr. and Mrs. Rus' sell jones have moved to Columbus, where Mr. Jones will assume his duties as profesf sor in the Art Department at the State University. Mrs. Jones was formerly Esther Schaffner of this city. Could you imagine it? I fully realized now that the sly, roguish glances that Esther used to cast in Russell's direction in the assembly of the C. H. S. did have a meaning after all. Bidding Norman goodbye, I resumed my journey to Columbus. I stepped on the gas and reached the outskirts of Columbus at dusk. As I was in a hurry to get to my hotel, I gave the accelerator another gentle push and was soon sailing along nicely when-Buzz! Buzz!-Who could be trying to race me but a bluefcoated speed cop? Of course I stopped, but the cop told me our little race would end at the courthouse before the judge. I thought he would be lenient with a woman, but he gruffly said, 'LAppear before judge Stemen at 7:15. I still had fifteen minutes to wait, which time I spent in figuring up how much money I'd have left if the old crab soaked me a fifty dollar fine. At the appointed time, my kind friend, the cop, waltzed me up before the judge. My heart was in my mouth, but it soon dropped to its original place when the judge looked at me. Gaylord Stemen! The wonder' ful basketball star of C. H. S. and, incidentally, of the class of 1929. With the same, old, sweet smile, he said, One dollar fine with a personal interview immedif ately following. I left the court room, and when I was in the open air, I pinched myself to see if I were fully awake. I knew I was when Gaylord joined me. While eating lunch, Gaylord told me all he knew of our former classmates. Still talking of old high school days, we left the restaurant and walked toward a large theatre where the World's Renowned Entertainers was the special attraction. Imagine my astonishf ment upon seeing the familiar names upon the program. First were several vocal selections by Meredith Springer, next, a piano solo by Mildred Imlerg then, the ac' complished dramatic reader, Louise Baxter, next, humorous sketches and drawings by 1929 at Page 22

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--Mfg-we Bellerophon as THE CLASS OF '29 CWith apologies to H. W. Longfellowj , On the street of Tully, Convoy, I Near the Pennsylvania Railroad, Stood the High School of our Convoy, Fairest of the rural cities, Which the Class of '29 had Graduated from with honors. , Leaders, followers, strong and noble, l Laughing, joyous, many serious, Pressing toward the goal before them, Thinking, planning, working for The advancement of our country, I Honoring all that's good and noble, ' Scorning all that's wrong and sinful. i These shall scatter far away from 5 Home and dear old High School friendships, I Some shall prosper, some shall marry, Some shall seek still more of knowledge, I Each press forward, upward, onward To the goal that's set before them.' . These shall part from, but remember ' All those High School days behind them, I Doors will open, close, and gather Them behind their golden panels. Pass'on the torch, then, noble pupils, Where you lead will others follow. -Mildred Imler '29 LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the Senior Class of 1929 of TullyfConvoy Centralized High School, city of Convoy, state of Ohio, knowing that our high school days are limited, and being of sound mind and memory, do therefore make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament: United as a class we do jointly give, devise, and bequeath to the eldest of our three sisters, the junior Class, our distinguished position, the privilege of using our name, our place in the High School Assembly, and our franchise for selling magaf zines in this territory. To the next in line, the Sophomores and Freshmen, we give our best wishes for their High School life. , All the rest, residue, and remainder of our estate, real, personal, or mixed, we do jointly give, devise, and bequeath to be divided justly and equally among our direct heirs, to wit: I, Helen Backhus, do will and bequeath my vocal talents to Maudie Bates. Try to avoid the flu in the spring. I, Corwin Lytle, do will and-bequeath my permanent wave to Wanda Springer, providing she takes care of it. I I, Mary Louise Long, do will and bequeath my leadership in music to Fern Bartz. I, Francis Augenstein, do will and bequeath my knowledge of Geometry to Floyd Showalter. May it help him in solving all his problems and equations. I, Hazel Smith, do will and bequeath my reftiring and modest disposition to Donald Lare. I, Esther Schaffner, do will and bequeath my endurance in chewing gum to Billy Long. Also, any gum he may find in the Senior section of the Assembly. 9 c1929 or a Page 24