Madison High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Madison, OH)

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THE CALDRON, 1932 Class Will One day I opened an old Civics book by mistake, and the following docu- ment fell out with the dust. “We, the class of ’32, leave with reluctance the following assets and capa- bilities, hoping that they will be received with as much joy as they are parted with: Wendell Atkins: bequeaths those sideburns to Karl Stegmuller. John Beall: my dramatic ability to Mary Louise Greenmail. Mary Davet: my interest in the Sophomore class to Rachel Krause. “Moon” Dawson: to Albert Forsch, my dexterity behind the wheel. Richard Dowler: those conversational abilities to Ed Ulle. Clyde Duesler: that Irish brogue to Albert Czeszeziczki. Gertrude Eland: grants those culinary abilities to those poor “Ag” students. Mona Emigh: those history reports to Elinor Johnson. Howard Fairchild: ray grin to Jimmy Fidel. Tony Fidel: those “lab” days to Chub Fergeson. Burton Fish: my dancing ability to Madge Whipple. Dorothy Gardner: my liking for half-backs to Marie Forney. Jane Goddard: my artistic knowledge to Hank Hammer. “Fi” Hall: my interest in South Madison to Florence Davet. Carl Hummel: This car of mine to the Madison Fire Department for hurry calls. Wesley Hunter: my “persistent” “stage fright” to Harold Walker. Anne Janezic: bequeaths that golden wig to Vic Lyons. Barbara Kingston: my favorite expression, “Gentlemen prefer blonds but they marry brunettes” to Jean McKeith. Robert Klasen: the memory of that picnic supper to Robert McKechnie. Eleanor Knittle: that spirit of inquisitiveness to Katherine Brotzman. “Butch” Knittle: my ability for giving orations to Gertrude Faust. Margaret Lang: leaves that ability for managing class suppers to Ada- belle Smith. Margaret Lezak: that Civics notebook to the school library. “Steve” Lyons: a bag of peanuts to Mr. Ross. Evelyn Manley: my conscience to Helen Leyde. Ruth Neff: that frivolous nature to Elsie Waters. Vernon McClish my dominating nature to Tib Beall. Robert McKim: a little height to Merton Brewster. Bruce Miller: my ambition to play in Paul Whiteman’s orchestra to Harold Dunn. Roland Miller: wills that athletic ability to Robert Zeman. Margie Peters: my raven hair to Bertha Leimback. Mildred Peterson: my executive ability to the next student council. Clarence Pettit : mv clogging shoes to Loraine Nash. Richard Quirk: my bicycle to the Mechanical Drawing class to transport them to Homer Kimball school. Continued on Vage 5J+ twenty-three

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THE CALDRON, 1932 Class Poem Our stunting days are ended, Now we must set a course; To higher altitudes ascended We’ll travel on with vim and force. Our senior flight is oven And solo flights must begin. There may be many a rover Pursuing the laurels to win. Your plane may not be of the best But skillful handling will keep it steady; Perseverence will do the rest, If the pilot is watchful and ready. hen the journey is finally completed, And your flight’s a big success. Tell your children you were undefeated Since you learned to fly at M. H. S. Robert McKim ’32 twenty-two

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THE CALDRON, 1932 Class Prophecy One day while sailing along in a passenger dirigible that I had taken from the Akron Airport, I met Carl Hummel, an old school friend. “Carl, what have you been doing in these ten years since I last saw you?” I asked. “I am in the New York Symphony Orchestra; I am the head Simp,” he replied. “And you, Bobbie?” “I am married now and live in Buffalo, although I still write for the news- papers. Do you know what the others of our class are doing?” “No, let’s take a trip and see if we can find out: We’ll tell the Pilot.” We looked through the vision plate and who should the pilot be but Wen- dell Atkin. Isn’t that a shock! We spoke to him and he was quite willing to help us find our classmates. He told us to look through the vision plate in the table and we could see the individuals of the earth very distinctly. This ship surely is modern; it even has an Automatic Informer which is a contribution of Robert Stubblefield. Having traveled for about a half hour, we arrived in Cleveland where we saw the Cleveland Institute of Arts which is headed by Jane E. Goddard. The remainder of our conversation was something like this: “Well, if it isn’t Margaret Lang! She is a famous dress designer. But look, isn’t that Steve Lyons? Just imagine, an owner of the Picaddily Night Club. He is giving the club a break by playing on that silver toned flute he owns. Why there is Clarence Petit, a gunmen known as Scare-face, with his body- guard. Russell Winchester in that cruising Armored car. Who’d have thought it! In that window is a familiar face. Ah, it is Eleanor Knit tel, now a well known hair dresser. Do you see Kenny Dawson? Oh, yes he owns a Taxi Cab Company to save, wear and tear on ladie’s roller skates. Aren’t those the most gorgeous roses you ever saw? And Lucille Vaux is selling them. Here we are at the M. M. H. S. Broadcasting station which is owned by Howard Fortney. He always thought broadcasting was quite the thing. As to the Station Announcer, you know it’s Wesley Hunter. It’s just a continuation of the Friday morning Chapel meetings. Talking of Radios, Richard Quirk is the one to whom everyone is obligated for the perfection of Television. The Radio is named, “Rickquick,” by name only as you certainly pay him enough for one. There’s Vernon McClish, better known as “Kid Clish,” battling for the heavy-weight championship. Isn’t that a cute house! Surely that’s Margaret Wetzel, and see what’s following in her footsteps. I knew she was interested in nurseries but I didn’t think it was her life work. Oh look at that sign board. Anne Janezic is playing at the Palace this week in “Sarah Gillman.” She has replaced Greta Garbo in the public eve. twenty-four