Cuyahoga Falls High School - Cuyahogan Yearbook (Cuyahoga Falls, OH)

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HITIMES 19 tv Probed into his brain, In his bold attempt to Make him well again. For it is admitted Willy’s not himself Since the final practice Put him on the shelf. First they smashed his sternum, Then they wrenched his knee. Gouged out both h.'s eye-balls So lie cannot see ; But his Adams’ Apple Tramped on by toes, Frescoed Willy’s features And flattened out his nose. Then to show his courage Willy let the bunch Hit him with a hammer Where he stowed his lunch. Willy wasn’t yellow When he hit the line— Willy didn’t bellow Tho’ they broke his spine. Said it didn’t matter Tho’ his teeth were out, And his tongue was swollen So he couldn’t shout. Willy did his duty, Tho’ he’s somewhat lame, Since his feeble efforts Won his team the game. —Esther Twiggs. TEAM WORK 2-8-TI 'I'he Quarterback’s quivering voice rang As it reverberated throughout the crowded stand. With eyes blazing, crouched low, with ex- tended hands, Received the ball, pivoted gracefully, and through the line he rammed. To meet him there a Stonewall? No! For his line had gallantly executed the signal call. Victory? Yes! For he and his line had stormed the enemy’s lair. Midst cheering and the band’s blare. Trooped they, the team, to their showers with Victory won sweet and fair. A Football Enthusiast. — Eddie” Nylander. THE MIDNIGHT WORKOUT Canto I. ’Twas midnight on the campus, Not a teacher was in sight; The trees swayed in the moonlight And the octette felt just right. Canto II. ’Twas moonlight on the gridiron When the charger changed its place, And the ticket booth went over As the charger moved o’er space. Canto III. The clouds obscured the moonlight, When the pump was putin place; Then the dilapidated shutters, Were placed to suit the octette’s taste. Canto IV. The clouds still obscured the moonlight. When the antiques were placed in sight. The wheelbarrow climbed the ladder, And the sleigh was rigged up right. Canto V. The moon was breaking through the clouds On the clock, showed a dreary time When that wonderful Overland wreck Went past the “drive slow” sign. Canto VI. 'The dawn broke o’er the campus And I he octette looked a sight For now the work was finished And day drove away the night. By O. Canu Guess. —George Kline. —Murk Hale. —Leonard Walker. FUTURE OF TENNIS Time was when tennis was regarded as something to be kept under cover by tbe thick neck gentry, and those who played it were considered “molly coddles.” The terms “deuce” and “love” never seemed to convince the red blooded he-man that the game was anything but an effeminate waste of time. But all that has gone out along with the back bar and brass rail. Today the male takes his tenuis straight along with his morning cof- fee and rolls, a clean shirt, or a fresh shave. As a matter of course, you know. Men like Mauric McLaughlin, “Bill” Tilden and “Bill” Johnson are the boys who turned the trick. Then along comes C. C. Pyle with an ef- fort to professionalize the sport. This may or may not do the game good. On the

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18 HI-TIMES c- THE BOYS OF ’26 With Apologies to Oliver Wendell Holmes AS SEEN IN 1956 We’ve a trick, we young fellows, you may have been told, Of talking (in public) as if we were old: Walker we call “Doctor”, and Jim we call “Judge”; It's a neat little fiction, of course it’s all fudge. Zimmerman’s the “Speaker”—the one on the right; “The Mayor”, excuse me, his right name is George. Mark’s our “Member of Congress” we say when we chaff; There’s the “Reverend,” Bob’s his name,— don’t make me laugh! “Curt’s” a boy, we pretend, with a three- decker brain, That could harness a team with a logical chain; When he spoke for our manhood in syllabled fire. We called him “The Justice”, but now he’s the “Squire”. And there's a nice youngster of excellent pith: Fate tried to conceal him by naming him Smith; But he shouted a song for the grave and the grand; He’s singing “Grand Opera” all over the land! Then here’s to our boyhood, its gold and its gray. The stars of its winter, the dews of its May! And when we have done with our lip-lasting toys, Dear Father, take care of thy children, The Boys! —Bert Ewart. “WHY?” (Speculations Coneerninij Some oj Our Family Men) For weeks, aye, for months, our minds and imaginations have been tormented as to the why and wherefore of many characteristics of our faculty men. Can anyone explain to us why Mr. Roberts always rubs one hand against the other while he speaks? We have pondered long and seri- ously on this but have never arrived at a defi- nite conclusion. Is it to stimulate the flow of thought or is it merely to stimulate the flow of blood so that his hands will become warm? We shrug our shoulders and shake our heads—the problem is too deep. And why, may we ask, does Mr. Smith always seem to hug himself when he talks? Is it habit ? Or is his favorite song “I Love Me?” We wonder! Ir. Yost’s blush is noted throughout the school. Indeed, we are quite sure that some day it will become a school tradition. What causes it? It is very becoming of course, but we wonder if it isn’t rather inconvenient at times. Another question we have wrestled with in vain is how Mr. Bopp acquired such dignity of manner. Did he really acquire it through zealous effort, or is it an inherent quality? We suspect that it has been acquired as an asset for his profession. In fact, we have every reason to believe that he has not always been so dignified. At college (so we have heard) his nickname was “Isaac”. Now the word “Isaac” means laughter, which doesn’t harmonize so well with dignity unless, of course, it was dignified laughter. Why is Mr. Preston perpetually optimistic? Doesn’t he ever have moments of depression? And why does Mr. Cruikshank always appear so calm and unruffled? Doesn't he ever get visibly excited? We sigh in despair, for, though we puzzle and rack our bewildered minds, these ques- t.'ons still remain unsolved riddles. —Lucy Brady. WILLY PLAYS FOOTBALL Sing a song of football, Carcass full of bumps, Willy’s jaw is swollen, No, it’s not the mumps. Willy is a half-back, It’s the pace that kills; Father’s at the office Counting doctor bills. Mother’s in convulsions, Worrying for fear That her darling Willy.’ll Lose his other ear. Sister’s making bandages, Aunty’s making splints, W.’Ily takes it bravely— Do-sn’t even wince When the grizzled surgeon

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HI -TIMES 159 20 surface, a cash carried championship would evidently stimulate the interest. On the other hand we were led to believe that tennis was an amateur sport. It is disclosed that the Tennis Federation of France was reaping a rich harvest from its tournaments. With a lot of fake publicity about Suzanne Lenglen’s temperament, (which doesn't exist) and col- orful stories of the Bounding Basque” or Jean Borota, they packed the arena. Only, the stars would receive no financial benefit, the club promoters would look out for that. I he I nited States Association operates at no loss either and you can depend on these organized bodies rising in the spring with a supreme effort to squelch professional tennis. Mr. Pyle can simplify this by withdrawing. I f that be the case, the tour of Suzanne. Rich- ards and Mary K. Browne will be their final gesture. But it is hoped that C. C. Pyle carries on. for it is certain to develop a lot of clever chaps, who, under existing circumstances, can ill af- ford the leisure of seeking a world’s champion- slr’p. Everything remains to be seen and that’s that. —Carl Bishop. The Harhelor's Soliloquy ( With . Ipologits to Shakespeare) 1 o wed. or not to wed? That is the question Whether ‘t is nobler in the mind to suffer 1 he pangs and arrows of outrageous love Or to take arms against the powerful flame And by oppressing quench it. To wed—to marry— And by a marriage say we end The heartache and the thousand painful shocks Love makes us heir to—’tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished! to wed—to marry— Perchance a scold! aye, there’s the rub! For in what wedded life what ills may come When we have shuffled off our single state Must give us serious pause. There’s the respect I hat makes us Bachelors a numerous race. For who would bear the dull unsocial hours Snent by unmarried men, cheered by no smile To sit like hermit at a lonely board In silence? Who would bear the cruel gibes With which the Bachelor is daily teased When he himself might end such heart-felt griefs By wedding some fair maid? Oh, who would live Yawning and staring sadly in the fire I ill celibacy becomes a weary life But that dread of something after wed-lock (That undiscovered state from whose strong chains No captive can get free) puzzles the will And makes us rather choose those ills we have Than flv to others which a wife may bring. 1 hus caut’on doth make Bachelors of us all, And thus our natural taste for matrimony Is sickbed o’er with the pale cast of thought. And love adventures of great pith and moment With this regard the’r currents turn away And lose the name of Wedlock. H I S T () R Y All students who graduate from Falls High are required to take the year’s course in what is called History 12B and 12A. What are some of the values of this and other history courses? Probably the historian was correct when he said that history has three values— disciplinary, cultural, and utility. From the disciplinary value, history teaches us to master definite facts in such a way that they may be put on the mental shelf, in an organized wav. for future reference. From the cultural value, history, which has been organized and placed on the mental shelf, may be taken and used in interpreting new facts. 'The writer is reminded of an experi- ence he had when a freshman in lr’gh school. At that time he saw a play entitled: All of a Sudden Zanthippe.” He probably gained the surface value of this play at that time, as most all others did who were present. Later in college he came across the life story of Socra- tes. Those who have studied that particular phase of history will remember that the wife of Socrates was Zanthippe, and that home conditions were none too pleasant for him. Th s idea was carried out in the play bv con- stant reference to the “rolling pin” but the true value underlying the play was not fully understood until several years later. It is so often that a good historical background will give one a fuller appreciation of things. F'rom the utility value, history, which is properly gathered and organized, may be used in solv’ng new problems. It was Pres’dent Hardiru, who but a few years before h:s death, that said: “If the people of the world, and especially the statesmen, had been better