Lodi High School - Tiger Tales Yearbook (Lodi, OH)

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WICOP ECMOES Sentor Class Poem School, from you today our paths are turning. Life has blossomed in thy “Halls of Learning,” To us thy gracious task has been fulfilled, To thy benignant teaching minds have thrilled, Expanding with a larger consciousness. Of life—thy gates now open at the press Of those, whose dreams awakening in the soul, Compel them onward to a longed—for goal Which mirage like, still hears us to forsake, These ties of dear delight we dread to break. ’Tis thee we bless as now we quit thy walls And onward march to wider life which calls, With voice insistent—‘‘Come to Me, Oh Youth With starry eyes, and heart aflame for truth Come, for I promise all thy dreams shall live And to thee richest treasures will I give.” Dear Friend, dost hear the voice we must obey F’en tho’ our loving hearts—they fain would stay With in thy shelter; yet we needs must go, To bear the burdens—work—and live—and know, But in that hfe thy councils shall remain, And joyous memories shall lighten pain. We leave thee sadly—yet with tho’ts aglow We scarce know why—to join the rivers flow, To Life’s vast ocean with its surge sublime, To grasp and hold our heritage of Time; Some shall wax strong in joy of tasks well done. Thrice happy schoolmates! Prizes nobly won, Some on the Path of Sorrow set their feet, And taste the bitter waters of defeat. The portals open—now the partings near, Wild Turmoil of the World, we dimly hear, We know we’re but thy children yet untried Nursed to that great panoply of Pride. Tho’ hearts are brave—our eyes with tears are full We breath a tender whisper—Farewell School. 8 —Seymour Falconer. Page 28

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IMS WILYCOP ECHOES 1993 The Sentor’s History We, the Seniors of the Lodi High School, who have been working for recommends, have a checkered history. We are a great class even the Juniors will admit it. In nineteen hundred and thirteen we entered upon a year which will never be forgotten.. We were the largest Freshman class in the history of the school and we knewit. It took the faculty just one year to discover how reliable and influential we were. Our class elections have been models of harmony and free from discord. But this is easily explained. The girls out numbered the boys, and girls, dear reader never quarrel. ‘Their one rule is to vote solid against anything suggested by the boys. In the process of elimination through which we have passed, many of our number have fallen. Only the fittest survive. To be sure, we have been brought this year to look more than ever before on the serious side of life. Bereavements are bound to come, even in ones High School experience, and this year we have been sadly stricken by the loss of our former classmate tay House. As we approach the end of our High School days, we look back longingly to the bright days that are gone, the class parties, the receptions and the sleigh rides, which are now things of the past. Such is our history. We have been a distinguished class all through our course. But we have elected our last snaps and soon we will be ‘fooling down the aisles of time.’’ But as we leave the scenes of our many joys and sorrows, we will take with us that love and admiration for the High School days, which, growing and deepening through the years, will keep us ever members of one body.—Kenneth Garberich. Page 22

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M3 VAILITCOP ECHOES = 198 Senior Class CaAill Knowing that this is our last year in Lodi High, we the Senior Class after a long secret session, decided that it would only be fitting and proper that as we are to leave our places in the school to others next year, that we should leave each Junior, especially, and to others some memento of re- gard and affection that might prove helpful to them and inspire them in the future. And knowing that all persons of lawful age and of sound memory, freely excercising their own will and pleasure may dispose of their property by will; so we, the Senior Class of 1918, of Lodi High School, village of Lodi, county of Medina, state of Ohio, do make, publish and declaie, this instrument to be our last will and testament, and we do hereby and hereon give, devise and bequeath our effects as follows, to wit: ITEM I To the teachers who have aso faithfully and patiently worked to give us the best of instruction, we give our most heartfelt thanks and the privilege of teaching future classes which will without a doubt be much less brilliant and industrious than is the class of 718. We also will them our collection of demerit cards so that they will have a plenty to run the system next year. ITEM II We next bequeath to the small green Freshies time and time alone which is an important factor in their success in life and the acquirement of a good education, which some times looks doubtful. ITEM III We next give to the Sophomores our great original ideas, and especially, how to study. Thinking more of this class who have helped. us in a few of our battles, we wish to give them our “‘stand in’’ with the teachers and beg of the teachers to give all the attention to the Juniors next year, that they have given to the Senior Class of ’18. ITEM IV. We next bequeath to the Junior Class our seats in the Recitation room which have supported our bodies for the past year and we hope that they will not fail to appreciate the lovely collection of gum which will be found under the desks and the beautiful scenery which can be seen from this room. ITEM V Carl Franklin Jackson wants to leave-his interest and love for the teachers as a whole to Jay Shulenberger as he thinks he is probably the only one of the Junior boys deserving of this. ITEM VI Fred Wilbur Neisz next gives with much grief and mourning his nearest and dearest friend Corrine Fullerton to Frank Brogan and begs that we mention that he should treat her as best he knows how. ITEM VII . Arleen Smalley Fetzer wills to Irene House her interest in Basket Ball, also her position, and hopes she will make as good use of them next year as she did this year. Page 24