Madison High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Madison, OH)

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THE CALDRON .frxioit CLASS Front row left to right: Rose Kornitsky, Georgia Turner. Frieda Whipple, Bertha Emigh, Catherine Lang, Lois Avery, Betty Adlard, Mary Louise Raster. Katherine Forsch. Harriet Wellman, Helen Lossing . . . ,, Second row left to right: Vivien Corle, Alice Norton. Virginia Maurice, Catherine Thomson, Katherine Boiling. Ruth Seith, Gertrude Stearns. Winifred Thompson, Olive DUnThird row left to right: Oren Whipple, Rowland Walker, Russell Biddison, Elmer Bezdek, Arthur Hart, Clifford Tafel William Knittel Oliver Seifert. Fourth row, left to right: Richard howler. Robert MeOtine. Mr. Risley. The Junior Class President Vice Pres. Sec., Treas, Class Color Blue and Gold CLASS OFFICERS ................ Robert McCune .................Oren Whipple ............. Mary Louise Baster Class Flower Sweet Pea Class Motto Rowing: not Drifting Junior World Trotters LETTERS and telegrams flew back and forth from Hollywood to Los Angeles, but at last our plans were completed. As we had been on the stage for eight years and had not had any vacation to speak of, except occasional trips back home, we made our plans for a trip around the world. Before leaving California we stopped to say goodbye to our old friend Dock Turner, who was then a trained nurse in the City Hospital at Los Angeles. We took an airplane from California to Chicago and who do you sup- t wenty-one

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THE CAL I) RON door says Ruth Fisher, manager—dressmaking. As I look at her closely I see that it is indeed Ruth Fisher. Oh! what has happened? I see clouds of smoke clearing away. Emerging from beneath all this is a blackened face with singed eyebrows and eyelashes. I can barely recognize him, but it is Luther Rutter, renowned scientist, who is still looking for the ‘'definition of electricity.” I rise now for that is the last of the seance. Tomorrow I must start my new duties as a teacher in Arkansas public schools. —Virginia Lyons The Class Will THE Senior Class, sadly bemoaning their poor fate, must leave this world of care and trouble, joys and laughter, always with a plentiful splattering of tears and giggles, all known as Schooldays. As they “pass out” they leave their “last will and testament” to be wept and laughed over: The following leave as memories to their friends, each their dearest souvenirs and belongings: Del, that school-girl complexion to the Palmolive Advertising Co. Ruth F., my favorite book Gentlemen Prefer Blondes” to Winifred Thompson. Mary W., My pep, I got it, can’t keep it—doggone it! must give it” to Lucille Brotzman. Ben, my ardent Paulette to any one who has the patience to write to a sweet French girl. Anna, to the next B. B. Capt., this rule, Don’t EVER make eyes at blonde, curly- haired underclassmen.” Melvin, my burning blushes to Jake Lee. Luther, my old tin can to Cutie Bezdek. The last hundred miles are the roughest! Winifred Baumgarten, my almond green” flirting eyes to Peggy Hawkins. Mary D., a little beauty secret—a smile will make a Cinderella out of you. Alice, my motherly part in the Senior play to Jerry Wellman. Helen W., my beloved violin to Oren Whipple. Edna D., my great orating ability in English to Rennie Walker. Lucille F., my Tale of Two Cities” to the bookcase, forever and a day, till the pages shall fade and wither to dust, and crumble away.” Pat, sympathy to all the broken hearts that my tlirting blue eyes have caused. Lucille D., my perpetual tongue to Betty Adlard, so she won’t be so quiet. Mary A., to the Brunettes Gentlemen may prefer blondes” but They marry Bru- nettes!” Watch my dust!! Walt G., mah gold headed cane; mah derby hat; mah distaste of those beastly ath- letics, mah wooden leg, bah jove! to Abie Gelber. Billy Kosicek, my football suit, shoes, and sundry to Wesley Hunter. Dot F., my Geneva boy friend—to any one who can get him. Johnny, my “Grin, Grit and Glory” to Roland Miller. Eunice, my title “Class Beauty” to Holly. Winnie Babcock, my spikes to Bob McCune. Do they fit, Bob? Ray N., my curly locks to Fuzzy Biddison. Minnie, my “dancing dogs” to Docky Turner. James P., my golden Silence to Oliver Seifert. Dot A., my little verse call me when you’re feeling blue, And I’ll sympathize with you.” Genevieve M., My beloved Perrichon to the Juniors—Hope it chokes you, too. (Continued on Page 23) twenty

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THE CALDRON pose our pilot was? Dick Whipple! The world’s greatest “acrobat on wings.” Arriving in Chicago who should we meet at the station but Captain Maurice of the Salvation Army. After exchanging greetings with Ginnie and promising to send remembrances of our journey, we went down town. Over one of the large buildings we saw a sign which read: “The Land of Toys”—William Knittel, Manager. We left Chicago that night arriving in Painesville the next morning where our parents met us. We spent a couple of weeks in our “Old Home Town” among our friends. While in Madison we naturally visited our favorite spots among which was dear old “M. M. H. S.” A new and better equipped building stood in the place of the old one. Cutie Bezdek had stepped into Mr. Hibs- chman’s shoes as superintendent. Miss Shafer had been replaced by our old pal Jerry Wellman, who was not only a singing but also a dancing teacher. While in Madison we visited the largest poultry farm in the world, owned and managed by Art Hart, one of our former classmates. After arriving in New7 York we learned that the boat was not schedul- ed to sail until the next day so we decided to attend one of the world’s larg- est circuses—“The Barnum and Bailey.” We saw a sign on one of the tents which said “The Fattest and Skinniest Ladies in the World.” Of course we were interested; so we went in, and who do you suppose we saw? You’d never guess!! Tootie Stearns, the fat lady and Rose Kornitsky the skinny lady. Upon leaving the circus we noticed a great commotion out in the street. We ran with the crowd and arrived just in time to see the end of the great “Coast to Coast Walking Race.” As the crowd rushed forward we were astounded to find the winner, Rowland Walker, now the champion walker of the world. Upon arriving at the boat we met our old friend, Bert Emigh, whom we learned was a reporter for the New York Sun. After becoming acquainted with the boat, we went down to dinner. The captain of the boat was Oren Whipple. He asked us to sit at his table and we had a wonderful time recalling the good times of our “School Days.” Remarking on the excellent ser- vice we had, he informed us that the head waiter was one of our classmates, Joe Hejduk. The next afternoon while on deck we saw a number of children gathered about a nice looking young lady who was evidently telling them stories. As we passed by, she called to us, and we were pleased to find that it was Dotty Whipple, a governess to one of the wealthy families of Florida. Having docked at Liverpool we took a taxi to our hotel and were surprised to learn that our driver was Tump Orcutt. That evening we attended the opera with two of our intimate friends from Hollywood. We spent a very enjoyable evening listen- ing to Hattie Barton, a great opera singer, and one of the best jazz bands led by Oliver Seifert, with Lois Avery playing the drum and Catherine Thomson, the saxaphone. The next day we received an invitation to spend the week-end with one of our old class-mates, Katy Forsch, who had married Lord Arlington and owned one of the larg- est estates in London. While visiting them they took us to one of the famous Hunting Clubs of London. We were shown a very charming time by the hostess, Katy Borling. After spending a delightful time with our friends in London we bid them farewell and left for Paris. While shopping in Paris we entered a millinery shop and were greeted cordially by Katherine Lang and Ivy Heaton who were partners in ‘‘The Mod- est.” We asked them to recommend a beauty parlor to us and they informed us of twenty-two