Glenville High School - Olympiad Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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THE REELECTOR REMINISCENCE 1AM about to graduate. Oh this long-looked-forward to time! At last my dreams of the last four years arc about to be fulfilled, and here I stand on the threshold—of the world. But now as I am within a few days, even as it were on the eve of graduation, my anticipation of the joys that were to be mine at this time are as yet unfulfilled. I find myself feeling rather sad and I find that I have a little achey feeling where my heart ought to be. I o think that I am leaving dear old Glcn-ville never to return again—as an inmate. Naturally we will all drift back at one time or an other, but it won’t be the same. Never again will we write “Km. 10 after our names, never again will we be requested to report at three-thirty for overlooking the all-significant fact that school begins at eight-thirty and not eight-forty-five. But then too, never again will we have to survive Mr. Townc’s Civic tests or Mr. Biddle’s Chem third degrees.” Not all of us will go to college, so for some school days arc forever over and for those there is a feeling of being suddenly thrust out into the world without any props or leaning posts. Our dear old Alma Mater will always hold a place of endearment in our hearts. It seems like an old friend from whom it is hard to part. How different arc these thoughts from those I had only a few months ago. Now as I reach the time I had thought would be so happy and joyous, when I would be free, the joys of having no French lesson to prepare, and no yellow card to take home, surely do not outweigh the sorrow of leaving for— There arc joys that will long be remembered. And friendships that never can die; So three cheers to our Alma Mater— Long Life to Glenville High!” E. Duer. FOREWORD. Dear pals, don’t be angry. If slams in here you find, We mean no harm whatever, So please keep that in mind. Another thing we ask you— To overlook mistakes, We’re not experienced editors, W’e re really only fakes. The Senior Board.” SOME SENIORS Baehr—A four-footed or irrational animal. Bel-ford—New name for the “Henry”. Bell—A hollow metallic apparatus. Booth—Space for temporary occupancy. Broth—Thin soup. Buss—A small vessel used in fishery. Cole—A plant of the cabbage genus. Corcoran—A biblical name. Gage—Something given as security. Mills—I’roduces finished products, Smith—A worker in metals. 21 Stumpf—A fixed or rooted remnant. Stevenson—A great writer. OTHERS Ted Force— Tall and thin V anity personified Neat as a pin. Irma Melstrom— Never unite Mushing cheeks “Is he cuter Eddie Comyns— Those linger-longer looks An athletic star Not fond of his books. Edythe Dalev— Out for fun Even tho Her math's not done.

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THE REELECTOR Finally arriving at the door of the farmhouse, they are met by a picturesque farmer clad in overalls and knee hoots, whom they recognize as Nelson Callahan. He is closely followed by Ruth Lichtenstein, who is going out to feed the pigs, and Lillian Whitelaw, who is carrying a milk pail preparatory to milking the retinue of cows. I.ester Kline appears in the barn door carrying a hoc and a spraying machine. After their various tasks arc completed, they sit down to a dinner prepared by Sadie Broth and Edith McLean. Looking out the window they discover coining down the dusty road a solitary figure driving a gaunt, hungrv-eycd quadruped, and down the lane comes Albert Feeler-man, the dignified mailman. He hands a large envelope to Nelson. It is from Senator Gage and Representative Wilnier Sims, telling of a raid made on the capitol by suffragettes led by Ethel Levine, Daisy Mellman and Esther Rothenberg. As a result Gage and Tims are in the Kirtz hospital attended by nurses, Inez Cole and Lu-cile Centner. The letter also tells about the wonderful deeds of the quick-witted Alva Mills, who also showed his developing presence of mind by his alert actions at high school. Down the lane and across the porch clangs William Bell delivering rose pink circulars announcing the opening of the “Kloepfer French Beauty Parlors. Just then a crash sounds across the sunlit meadows announcing a dire catastrophe. The one and only daily train has collided with the private car of the second Pavlowa —Ethel Duer. Albert Fedcrman is seen coming across the fields and fences carrying the slender, willowy figure of said lady. Closelv following her and staggering under “multitudinous” baggage comes Patrice Canfield. Behind them comes a straggling company composed of Rita Mihalovitch, her horror-stricken face bespeaking the calamity of swallowing her gum, with no possible way of replacing it. as there is no store within six miles. With her comes Katherine Lymon reading a dime novel between offers of “Life Savers” as a substitute for the irrevocably lost treasure—the gum. Next comes the famous dancing teachers, Monsieur Bartel and Madamoisclle Porter. What is this army coming? We can discern matronly forms of Mildred Mathias, Irma Melstrom, Ruth McGuire, Edith Daley followed by what appears to be a small kindergarten, but which proves to be their numerous sons and daughters. Bv this time most of the people from the farmhouse have reached the scene of action, just in time to sec Mildred MacCorkle frantically pulling from under the debris, her beloved cat and all-wise parrot, having thus far escaped the stormy shores of matrimony. Her shrieks and lamentations are unheeded bv the frivolous Audrey Dodd, who is seated on the one remaining step of the baggage car desperately flirting with the portly baggage master. The onlookers’ attention is now attracted by a motley company of barn-stormers coming down the track. As they draw near they prove to be Ethel Starling, Margaret Buss, Irene Belford. Marion Sellberg, Esther Baehr, Margaret Stewart, Mary Booth and Mildred Witham. There is a whizzing in the air and soon an aeroplane with representatives from Red Cross headquarters lands. They are Agnes Stevenson and Eunice Starbuch bringing relief to the victims of the wreck. A little later Irma Stumpf and Sam Rose arrive in a “Tin Lizzie to report the affair for the Daily Times. The End llllllllllllllllllllllll 20

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THE REFLECTOR Lucille Gentner— Hazel-brown eyes If she ever looked angry ’Twould be a surprise. Mildred Witham— She's always out With somebody’s son. Iceland Smith— A dandy sport A popular fellow And ready to court. Marion Selberg— Curly head Actress’ talent “Is his name Ed?” Lester Klein— For our sex fair Has that spirit of “I don’t care.” Mildred McCorkle— She’s witty ’tis true Hut the hearts she breaks Are more than a few. I REMEMBER— When Mr. Towtie assigned a short lesson. When Mr. Hazel didn’t mark cards. When Leland Smith was impolite. When Ruth McGuire wasn’t tardy. When Albert Federman didn’t have his lessons. When Lillian Whitelaw didn’t bluff. When Ted Force wasn’t at a dance. When Esther Baehr wasn’t an actress. When “Chunk” Gage didn’t have a mustache. When Wilbur Tims had his geometry. When Edythe Daley didn’t grin. When Mary Booth wasn’t a suffragette. When Harry Corcoran didn’t play football. When Lester Klein didn’t part his hair on the side. A TOAST. Here’s to our class, the II-A class, May their memory still remain. We leave the halls of Glenvillc High, But we’ll ne’er forget her name. From Freshmen we have struggled here. Thru laughter and thru tears. As Seniors now, we truly say, “We’ve enjoyed four solid years.” So here's to all the students That inhabit this old place, To each, to all. to everyone, That still must run the race. I. S. ADJECTIVES Audrey Dodd . . the strenuous girl Marion Scllberg . . . .the cute girl Ruth Lichtenstein . . . the coy girl “Teddy” Bel ford . . . the fair girl Ruth McGuire . . . the artistic girl Eunice Starbuck . . . the steady girl Esther Baehr . . . the classical girl Ethel Duer . . . the enterprising girl Agnes Stevenson . . the dignified girl Rita Mihalovitch . . . the smiling girl Mary Booth . . . the ambitious girl Mildred Witham . . . the fickle girl Katherine Lymon . . the studious girl Mildred McCorkle . . the society girl Helen Porter .... the shy girl Margaret Buss .... the tardy girl FAREWELL The sun goes down in the west, The day begins to die But through the twilight—a vision— Our dear old Glenvillc High. We see it in all its splendor In the days that used to be ours. The same dear Alma Mater, Above all else it towers. Once more we see your inmates, Once more we hear your bell, Alas—school days are over. We bid thee a sad farewell. 22 I. S.