Euclid High School - Euclidian Yearbook (Euclid, OH)

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THE BUZZER 1927 Junior Class History The largest Freshman class that ever came bounding through the doors of Euclid High School entered with its forty-six members in the year of 1924. We completely overflowed the room which had been set aside for all Freshmen in by- gone days, so after politely requesting the juniors to move, we held possession of two out of four of the home rooms in the High School. Almost all the boys in Richmond Heights seemed to be Freshmen that year and came down from their heights to join and enlarge the band. We Freshmen escaped with only a light case of initiation, being decked for only a couple of periods with slight tokens of green crepe paper. In a class of this size opinions, of course, would be wide and varied. This fact was brought to our notice when class colors had to be decided upon. After a long and memorable debate, scarlet and gray won out, in spite of the fact that most of the class wanted something else. The rest of the High School honored us by attending our Kid Party-the first that we ever attempted to give-and helped make it a success. As Sophomores we had our chance to initiate the Freshmen and to experience the feeling of being a part of the real upper classmen -that feeling of lord- ing over someone. e Sophomores always get their share of being called wise fools . We had the usual amount of this to make up for our abbreviation of an initiation. By the time we became juniors we had lost quite a number of students from the large class we started with. Even so, we now have one of the largest classes in school, the boys outnumbering the girls. The junior class play was the first chance for some of us to show what we could do on the stage before a large audience. Stop Thief will be cherished by its actors until the next opportunity comes along in dramatics. If we haven't lived up to the high standards that have been set for us, we will endeavor to make up all the lost time in our Senior year and leave a favorable last impression upon the students and our teachers. llll

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. v . THE BUZZER 1927 A Sophomore Class Prophecy Ten years have passed since we were Sophomores. Let us see what hand Fate has played in the lives of our classmates. To do this we shall have to do some traveling, so prepare for an aeroplane trip. B-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-! We're off! Having always had a soft spot in our hearts for our old Alma Mater, let us away to old Euclid. How everything has changed since the good old days of 1929. We are anxious to see if any of our old teachers are at Euclid. But no, who is this tall young man? Can it be? No! Yes, it is john Widmer, our old school mate. He is present principal at Euclid, a final successor of Mr. Sharrock. How every young truant shrinks at his withering glance of disapproval. Another surprise is due for here comes an important young woman whom Mr. Widmer introduces as, Euclid's most promising Geom. teacher . It is Gertrude Duber! Time goes quickly. We are now on our way to Hollywood. Entering one of the largest studios in the city we find to our surprise a person who from the distance looks strangely familiar. We go out onto the lot where the pictures are made. There is Elmer Springer fixing up the scenes, while William Pennington is yelling madly through a megaphone at the stars, Helen Lake and Lenard Sadosky. Helen has achieved wonderful success on the silver screen. We leave the studio, and as we walk out onto the street we just must have a newspaper. To our surprise we find in big headline letters across the page: WORLD'S CHAMPION GUM-CHEWER-CLAIR EMINGERY' We smile a dry little smile. Nothing less expected, for in the old days at Euclid Clair was continually practicing. We might have guessed his underlying ambition. The teachers might have been more lenient with him on that score, had they known his future. Cleveland seems to call us, so we start back to the home town. In a big office in the down town section we see the much renowned cartoonist, Kenneth Spuhler, and his assistant, Julius Krihwan. Now we come to the lecture hall, and whom should we see but a lady of medium stature, light hair, and blue eyes-no other than Frances Murphy. She had given such lengthy current events in History classes, and received so many nineties in English, that we can't dispute her right at the position she has achieved. For a bit of recreation we shall go to the theater. Here at the entrance we find the demure little girl who sells us our tickets, to be Margaret Helberg, another of our former schoolmates. A few minutes later Harry Giles takes our tickets and drops them into a big box. We are ushered to a seat by Dorothy jacquays. Silence -and then the curtain rises, revealing a chorus of singers. Reminds of the choruses in the operettas we used to give back at Euclid. But our attention is attracted and held by this great chorus. A close inspection shows us Roy, Richard, William, Louis and Steve. The women turn out to be Lilian Somnitz, Helen DeLaney, Dorothy Hat- tendorf, and then there are some that we do not recognize. They all have wonderful voices! ' Our time for looking up old schoolmates is almost over now. It is evening. We stop at a lovely duplex on the Heights where we find our Sophomore class presi- dent, Charles Wanstall, quietly living with that petite freshman Posie Fouts. We also find that Marcia has married Gorham Hester. These two almost drove us to distrac- tion. And now we think we have done enough traveling for one day. As we lie on our pillows we give a sigh of relief and hope that the next live or ten years will see our old Euclid friends prospering, and doing just as well, if not better, than they are now. Beware, Father Timeg don't turn the hands of Fate on the clock too fast. Ain't Life jest G-R-A-N-D! i131