Kibler High School - Scholastics Yearbook (Tonawanda, NY)

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,-f f- i -fu law' '55 l 7 ' 7 - The History of the Clam' of IQ29 Wa pause long enough in our little ship of time to look backward as the four years of our high school life fade away and become dim by the light of the future. How shad- owy and gray is the past when life now seems so bright. The first thing that we see happening to our class, was moving into out new school. We do still believe it was the brilliance and unusual intellectual qualities of our class that was rewarded by our being moved into more suitable quarters. And what fun it was those first years! Parties in the gym were entirely new, and did we have a good time! The junior year of our high school career was more or less a grind to stay juniors and a grind to become seniors. Our senior year was, in most respects, an ideal closing to a studious high school life. I say in most respects ideal, for we cannot forget our Thanksgiving Day defeat. But we cannot let that mar our closing year-on, no, we are proud, and no one will know it if we do not forget. Our after-school gym dances and the Halloween Masquerade were the big times this year-at home. What we did in Washington is nobody's business. What a great time we had on our Washington trip. It was a big get-together and we made the most of it. We hope there will never be a year when tear-dimmed eyes will read of the death of the Washington trip. And now, Commencement. How clear we see it, and how clear it makes the realization that it is our last aim as a class. Now we are off alone. Our paths have separated. But then, perhaps when stars are lighting life's twilight hour, we shall again be able to look back and see how our paths have crossed and how We have captained our souls. WVINNIFRED LUTHER My P , 7-5

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MP!-, ' EA k 5 I A Q A : r M i N I '! W '53 The Good Ship '2 9 0, the .rea is fair and hlue todayj our ship ix in the hay. Farewell, dear Jehool, and old friendx all,' Life'.r voyage we've hegun. On Jiluer wingx of gladneu, we Jail out to meet her frown, Or .rmile of promife ax .rhe throw: to uJ- Her challenge O, the .rea ix blue and bright today: the gull: come Jweeping in From promixed land: and golden rand: of which we only dream. Farewell, old Jcenes, we go to greet the newer Life'.r deri gn. To hope and work to meet with Lifefr Jucceu- Her triumph. LILLIAN DEEMER WW' -11 111211: R 41375 ' J ' 14

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I I I ,rf- I . x I -Q I dl! Wulf! I I I I I I- I I Sa War It Writ In The Starry I Clary Prophecy I I HAD been called from Boston to San Francisco to clear up a law suit, for I am a famous I lawyer now, ten years after graduation from T. H. S. Imagine my surprise when I found that the case was a bad mix-up my old friend, Straw Struebing, had got into. , It was not financial, as he was a successful sanitary engineer, but his weakness was , always the women and this was another breach-of-promise suit. I got him out of it, though, with a little settlement of a hundred thousand dollars. I always win my cases. As a reward Straw took me with him on a trip around the world in his yacht. I Half way across the ocean, we spied a sea plane evidently in distress, riding the waves. It was the plane which had set out from Japan for the first non-stop flight across the Pacific, Mr. Albert Hawthorne, Aviator. We exchanged reminiscences, and Abc borrowed a huge amount of gasoline and food and cigarettes, and continued , on his way. Later we learned that he was credited with a non stop flight, his excuse for the delay being that he missed the contient and had to fly back. I In the Phillipines, we met Roger Homeyer who was superintending the con- E 'struction of a huge electrical plant. His wife was with him. No need to say who. In Japan, we visited the American ambassador, the Honorable Edward Dierdorf. Ed I had crashed the gate of politics, and won for himself an enviable position. In Egypt, l . whom should we find but Alex Friebold, a noted engineer, who was involved in the , process of making grass grow on the Sahara Desert. ' I We went across the continent to South Africa to visit a diamond mine. The ro- I prietor, clad in white, was reclining in an easy chair, but, boy, was he making tlliiose I niggers workl- On closer inspection we saw it was no other than Eugene Hartman. , In Rome, whom should we find but Caroline Hatfield and Gladys Elson, two famous I poets who were in Italy for inspiration. At Monte Carlo, we were accosted by, Messrs. Bernard and James O'Connor, both wealthy sportsmen. Hmm. Arriving at I Bordeaux, we decided to go to the horse races. There we discovered our old friend, I Lyell Hauger, riding an American horse, owned by Dick Britt. Lyell had become' America's premier jockey, succeeding the late Earle Sand. - I The Olympic Games were being held in France that year, and to our great surprise and pride, we witnessed Lil Wilcox and Ann Gromlovits win the swimming race andl the shot-put titles. In Paris we got a great kick out of meeting Emmet Kenney, who. was a professor in a famous French school of dancing. He said that Edward Raps was one of his assistants. We had had enough of Europe, so we returned to America via the Atlantic. Im New York, we ran into Honey Ott who is now proprietor of a chain of drug stores, and a multi-millionaire. We met his wife, our former classmate, Margaret Phillips., We decided to see a baseball game and found Joe Dreyer manager of the Giants, with Allan Oswald for his famous second baseman. Of course the Giants won. That night we went to Grand Opera to hear Vera Robearge, one of the world's greaq prima donnas, sing. Vera told us that Ruth Loeswick is running opposition to the amous Dew stands with her famous Ruby for Red-Hors places, which were stationed all over the largest cities. She also told us that Grace Meyer was a famous I author. I I :IKKAHJ W I gr :lil . I I 16 I I I I I