Coplay High School - Coplayite Yearbook (Coplay, PA)

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Class Prophecy c'TWD My grandfather was a dear old man. I shall never forget the many happy days I spent as a child in the old homestead, where I was allowed to roam at will. One rainy day, grandpa was called away and I was left to amuse myself as best I could. I had never been in grandpa’s attic, but this day I conquered my fears of being alone in this great house, and made bold by curiosity, I climbed the attic stairs. I was a real explorer. What a wealth of dress-up material, books, and photographs I found! An attractive book with the numerals ’31 caught my eye, and, turning the pages, I found, beneath a portrait of a young man, the name of my grandfather. Could he have ever been so fine looking? But there it was, Anton Hirschman. Who were the others? I was so curious that I resolved to take the book with me and make grandpa tell me all about them, and himself. Grandpa came home soon after, sorry for having left me alone. But when I told him what a delightful day I had spent in the attic, he settled himself down before the fire. Here was my chance for the story, so I brought forth the book, seated myself on grandpa’s knee, and opened it at the page on which his picture appeared. “Well, well, how time does fly,” sighed grandpa, with a misty look in his eyes, and for a long time he did not speak, but paged thoughtfully from picture to picture. His shaky finger started at the beginning of the list, and one by one, he told me who they were, and what they meant to him. “This bright-eyed girl,” he said, “is Ruth Beidleman, one of our jolly, good-natured girls. After she left school, she became secretary to a struggling young doctor, and years later I met her with the doctor. They were married, and traveling in Europe, where the doctor was taking a special course. “Well, well, well. Here’s Merlin Fisher, a happy-go-lucky chap, full of the old nick, he was. I picked up an engineering magazine about a year ago and thought I had recognized the face of the man who had written the article. A little stouter and more mature, but it was he, my old pal, who had risen up in the world of science. “You can always tell the ‘school-marms’ can’t you? ’Tis Katherine Frickert. This intelligent little girl became a very fine teacher. Let me see, I think she is an old maid, for her lover died some years ago; and she refused to fall in love again.

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CLASS WILL We, the Class of 1931, knowing that all flesh is mortal, and realizing that the end of this, our scholastic life is fast approaching, do hereby solemnly, and in full possession of all our faculties make, declare, and publish this, our last will and testament, superseding, displacing, and making null and void any and all wills and testaments heretofore made. To our honored and esteemed Supervising Principal, Mr. Shetlock, we bequeath our love and our deepest admiration for his patience and ability in supervising this growing institution, and our sincere gratitude for the many words of encouragement he has given us in the past four years. To our noble faculty, we hereby bequeath all the astounding and surprising information that we have imparted to them in our various classes and examinations. We, the members of the Chemistry Class, do hereby bequeath to Mr. Struble all our broken test tubes and laboratory equipment together with all obnoxious and evil-smelling gases which we have made. We, the members of the Latin Class, do hereby bequeath to Mr. Gregory, all our ponies and crib sheets. We, the members of the Commercial Class, do hereby bequeath to Miss Heller, all our shorthand notebooks and false money used in Bookkeeping Class. And now we come to those nearest and dearest to us, our true heirs, our under-classmates, whom we leave behind, and from whom parting is so sorrowful a task. To the coming freshmen we hereby bequeath a path traveled by many and overlaid with pleasant memories in spite of its rough places. To the coming Seniors we hereby bequeath our treasured seats in assembly and classes, may they fill them with the dignity and faithfulness that we have in the past year. Also the right to be called Senior and right to carry on. And now we leave the following personal possessions to the new Seniors and do direct that they may be distributed as follows: I, Charlotte Balliett, do hereby bequeath my dramatic ability and achievements to Rita McGinley. I, Kathryn Frickert, do hereby bequeath my power to talk loud and distinctly to Helen Groller. I, Dorothy Miller, do hereby bequeath my phone calls and dates, also my Latin ponies, to Florence Windish. I, Ruth Beidleman, do hereby bequeath my curly hair and chewing ability to Erma Schaadt. I, Merlin Fisher, do hereby bequeath my jolly disposition to George Spaits. I, Alfred Gollatz, do hereby bequeath my gift of silence to Robert Masenheimer. I, Harry Hallman, do hereby bequeath my ability to dance, play the piano and typewrite to Alvin Morgan. I, Leonard Salter, do hereby bequeatn my ability to drive a car to Louis Battenfield. I, Leonard Miller, do hereby bequeath my shyness to George Trively. I, George Knerr, do hereby bequeath my bookkeeping ability to Louis Gaston. I, Anton Hirschman, do hereby bequeath my power over women to John Yeager. Signed this 29th day of May, 1931 The Class of 1931.

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“And here’s handsome Harry,—yes, he is now a famed movie actor,—a great social lion of Hollywood. I saw in the paper some time ago, that he played the leading role in ‘Once in a Lifetime.’ He always did enjoy acting.” Just then I saw a wistful smile on grandpa’s face as he gazed upon his own picture, but he didn’t tell me what he was thinking about. I knew grandpa had made quite a success of his life. Mother had often told me of his fame as quarterback at Notre Dame. He had made his mark as a landscape gardener, besides. “And here’s our business man, George Knerr,” continued grandpa. “He started in a small way but the last time I’ve heard of him, he was the owner of a great department store and was very wealthy. “Now this innocent looking blonde is Dorothy Miller. We all liked ‘Dook’. She never had very much to say, but nevertheless, she made her mark. I remember ‘Dook’ as star side-center of our basketball team. Later, I believe, she took a course at a Teacher’s College and became a noted Physical Ed. Directress. Yes, Dorothy married a professor and I hear she has quite a large family. “Let’s see, here’s Leonard Miller. Now Leonard was a bashful chap in school, scarcely uttered a word, but he proved to be a great scientific farmer. Seems to me he owns a farm of 250 acres and has been very successful. “Do you see that picture of a violinist on the mantel? That is Leonard Salter. While in New York on a business trip, I attended a great Symphony Concert, and found that the great violinist was my classmate, Leonard Salter. He gave me that photograph. “Well, well, here’s Alfred Gollatz. He is a great aviator. I read not so long ago of his second trans-continental fight. “That’s all there were of us. Many a good time we had,—yes, many,—I wonder if—” Grandpa’s eyes were drooping, so I softly slipped from his lap, leaving him to dream of those happy days.