Findlay High School - Trojan Yearbook (Findlay, OH)

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Page Eighteen THE BLUE AND GOLD Class of 1924 'Twas nineteen hundred and twenty-one. That a famous battle was begun. We Freshmen clad in uniforms green, Were shot and shelled with a hring machine. For one whole year, the battle waged, But never once was the little troop caged. Though the force was divided, they 'could always uphold, The cherished banner of the Blue and Gold. As the year rolled around, advancement came, And we were classed in the Sophomore fame Some of our number did illustuious seem, And proved their ability on the football team In Sophomore rhetoricals, programs and such We couldn't hope to show off much. Who dare against Juniors and Seniors compete. VVithout being forced to take a back seat? 1 With our banner before us, onward we trod, Till we planted our feet in the Junior sod. Here was our first real chalice to show. That you can reap just what you sow. We planted the seed when we met and selected, Commander in whom no fault was detected. Our play, The Charm Sehoolf' won for us fame, And our debates and music gave us a name. From all around you could hear fine words of praise, And to us, those were the happy days. Now we are Seniors, our services o'er, But we're struggling and striving as never before. Our goal has been set and we have maintained, The former standard by which we have gained This year as last. no talents we lack When we passed so ably The Third Floor Back. VVe had speakers and writers and artists galore, No better could be found from shore to shoreg So that is why we proudly bore, the name of the Famous At last we are veterans in our High School career. Liife's problems will be met without any fear. Though in future years, wc-'re scattered wide, Our services, this old world shall not be denied. And in remembranees, when we are wrinkled and old, XVe shall hail Captain lfinton and our Blue and Gold. -LOUISE ASKAM, '24

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THE BLUE AND GOLD

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THE BLUE AND GOLD President Senior Class Message Of all sad words of tongue or pen The saddest are these, 'It might have been'. As graduation draws near there comes to every senior a doubt as to whether he has made the most of his four years in high school. Although some have done a great deal, nevertheless nearly all can see where they might have done much better. lt is only after we have successfully passed through high school that we realize that those years were four of the greatest and most important years in our lives. There is a tide in every man's life which taken at its flood leads on to fortune. Certainly the advantage of a high school training is one of the greatest opportunities in our lives. Since Opportunity knocks but once, the problem confronting the under classmen is to take every advantage of this opportunity. One of the criticisms of the modern high school student is that he seems to be drift- ing along without an aim. Too many of us believe in waiting till graduation to think of our particular vocation. There is no better place than the high school to bring out the individuality and peculiar abilities of a person, if he enters whole-heartedly into every possible phase of school life and tries to perfect himself in those to which he seems adapted. Many a cornerstone bears the inscription Toi our youth, the hope- of our country. Boys will be boys, but boys also will be men. Our country's position in the world tomor- row .will depend on our preparation today. The world's progress is in the hands of its youth. There must lbe progress, there is no such thing as standing still. We must either move forward or backward. Fellow students, are you fitting yourself for the task that THOMAS CUNNINGHAM, President Class '24, lies before you? Senior Prophecy It is in the charming summertime within the lovely, attractive city of Findlay, on the banks of the mighty Blanchard. 'Tis afternoon and it is in a dignified, illustrious private office on the thirty-third floor of the new Crawford Building on the corner of Sandusky and Main Streets, the chief architect, engineer, director, boss, janitor was Don Craw- ford. ln said ofhce sits Frank Traucht, world renowned electrician, chemist, radio expert, physicist and inventor of the new electric patent dog-catcher designed for safety service director, Ralph Strauch, with his ruthless gang of appointed officers, Donneta Bird as Chief of Police, Mary Oswald as speed cop, with such assistant right hand deputies as Doris Stall and Mrs. Hattie Runyan Thomas. In the fire department any day may be seen Vance Kramer, john Hazel, and others participating in a hotly contested game of Mah jongg, or reading for enlightenment such literature as the Orthwein version of Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. As public health officer, Edward Bruck- lacher, assisted by Esta Orwig as campaign leader, is conducting his struggle against the hydrophobia germ or the path to Maple Grove with such mottoes as Let Bruck- lacher dispose of your garbage and Marguerite, go wash your feet, the Board of Health is across the street. As our city Mayoress we take great pleasure in announcing Evelyn Damon. Her slogan is Kale or Jail. ln the court room we have joe Ann Redfern as Prosecuting Attorney, and as Bailiff, Delbert Boren. The chief janitor and window washer at the Court House is Dwight McLaughlin. Now going clown the street in a 1938 model Fellers jazz-buggy we see at the right near Front Street, Marquet's Mecca for Chili Hounds. This establishment is the popular resort for Drayman Grove, Street-cleaner Simmons, Milkman ller, Stage Hand Jones, Ragman Ursehalitz, and Iceman Firestone. Here on Saturday night is a big attraction. On this night it is the privilege after their copper-boiler bath of the week for Farmers Gerald Line, Edgar Johnston, Harriet Thomas and Cecile Skidmore to see Jeannette Bonham, alias Tickling Tilly, star of the soulful musical comedy Vengeance ls Mine or Two Toothed Tilly by Pyorrhea with a charming. beautiful chorus, con- sisting of Elnora Spoon, Geneva VVyant, Doris Alexander, Ruth Cramer, Pauline Smith and Bernice Beeson. Opposite to the highly touted Miss Bonham plays the dashing young hero, jimmy Hammond. As chief soup-slinger and chief bouncer, the small but mighty Dick Hosler runs the place. Over the bridge and standing above the surrounding buildings is seen the WOIHCUYS Kindness to Dumb Animals Club, with Beryl Amsler as president and Ethel Honecker as keeper of the gold fish. Betty Harvitt is the campaign orator against the cruel en- snaring of rats, cats, dogs, birds or bugs, for any purposes other than foodstuffs for Clarence Myer's chop suey joint., Page Nineteen