Madison High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Madison, OH)

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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 Miss Shafer had been replaced by our old pal Jerry Wellman, who was not only a singing but also a dancing teacher.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

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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 CALDRON “The Shiek’s and Sheba’s Beauty Studio,” managed by Clifford Tafel. After leaving the beauty parlor we were shown dresses and hosiery at the “Fashion” by Frieda Whipple, the head saleslady. On our way back to the hotel we met Russell Biddison. who had just arrived in Paris with the U. S. mail. We purchased a “London Times” and on the front page was a picture of Babe Baster, who had just recently made a new record by swimming the English Channel in 10 hrs. 5 min. 25 sec. The following week we went to Switzerland to the Olympic games, and there we met Alice Norton who was then a tester of watches in one of the largest watch-making factories of Switzerland. The Olympic games proved to very exciting to us, as our old friend, Olive Dunlap, was entered in the tennis tournament. It was a great game but at last Olive was proclaimed the victor. While in Switzerland we took the opportunity to climb the mountains and were able to obtain the services of Laurence Beall who was recommended to us as a very reliable guide. While in Italy we visited one of the most alluring and fascinating sights in Europe, “The Wonder Charmer of Snakes,” Winifred Thompson. We visited one of the greatest art galleries in Rome where we were attracted by a number of paintings of Hazel Adams, one of the most noted artists of Italy. After leaving Europe we toured Asia; in India we visited our old friend, Ruth Seith, married to a professor from the U. S. doing research work in India. She had three of the most adorable little girls with whom we immediately fell in love. While touring Asia we visited Hongkong, China. The Chinese were all excited over the arrival of one of the best known and best liked missionaries from the U. S. We inquired about him and found his name to be Gordon Lyons, one of our former classmates. We decided we had seen enough of foreign countries; so we sailed for home. We landed at New' Orleans two weeks later. On our way to Hollywood we stopped at New Mexico where we stayed with friends who took us to visit one of the largest high schools in the West. We were greeted by Bob McCune, the professor, very much more serious and studious than in his high school days. We were taken to the largest ranch in New Mexico which was owned by Vivien Corle. One afternoon while we were seated on the veranda of the ranch-house, a cowboy came tearing up with a telegram for us. It was a message from our manager telling us to return to Hollywood immediately. After the excitement was over and we started to give orders for an immediate return, we recognized him as Lex Babcock, foreman of the “Bar O Ranch. CLASS WILL (Continued from Page 20) Mable A., “Everything seems all given and said I’ll only bequeath my little red head.” Ruth A., those excuses I have for bad behavior in class to Lewie Cone—such a nice boy won’t need them. Ed Keyse, my comb to the school—everybody’s used it anyway. Marie, “my gurgling giggles” to Miss Corlette. Charlie, my warbling voice, and my Perpetual Motion to the school to profit by. Virginia, my funny bone—that makes me laugh at the wrong time, to Charles Leet. Helen S., my “helping hand” that is always ready to do something for somebody else to Katherine Borling. Stub L, that doggone bandage of mine to the ashcan—no reward for its return. Cora, my “four leaf clover in my pocket, and the horse-shoe over my door” to Dorothy Gardner. Lucy, 1 want to leave to the school that brush of Minnie’s in the Type Room, that she so kindly brushes my hair with every day. Dorothy S., the Senior Class as a Whole, their Sanctimonious air, dignity and what- not, the vacant-chairs and please, please miss us! (you’re all supposed to sob over this—it’s so sad) the quietude and sweetness that they were noted for (don’t laugh— this is a funeral) and most especially their wonderful aptitude to absorb into their gray matter the serious part of school—their studies. Their athletic prowess, the foot- ball and basketball stars give to next year’s team, and their general wish that you will all enjoy your next years in high-school fully. twenty-th reo