Madison High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Madison, OH)

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CLASS WILL The Can Id mil While examining the antiquated ribs of King Tut, the world famous ex- plorer, Charles Deadstone, found the following on a yellow piece of parchment: We, the members of the 1935 Senior Class of M. M. H. S., will and bequeath the following: Bob Adams His Adonis-like features to Ben Pizzino. Marie Bagguley—Her dimple to Ralph Prouty. Allan Brotzman—His investments in Jeanes to future suitors. Dallas Candy—His affinity for Barb -wire to anyone who wants to get caught. Florence Corle—Her dance hall interests to Milt Preotle. Alfred Czeszcziczki His name to a soap factory for a formula. (C3Z4) Virginia Dawson Her desire for deBates to John Hutchison. Willard Dodge—His paper route to Bill Diehl. Harold Dunn—His road map to Chester to Bill Eland. Bertha Erbacher—Her petiteness to Marjorie Spenser. Adam Febel- His plow to Mr. Warner. James Fidel—His gift of gab to Rudy Leimbach. Russ Ford—His masculine qualities to James Waterman. Ed Gola—His big bass voice to Otto Kurtzhals. Joseph Grgat—His de luxe Rolls Ruff to Earl Davidson. Phil Greene His curls to Floyd Austin. Ruth Gygli—Her Chevvie to Lynn Miller. Caroline Henninge—Her curly tresses to Ruth Smith. Wayne Herrick—His saunter to Delores Baxa. George Koren—His athletic ability to George Van Pelt. Rachel Krause Her quietness to Edith Toth. Esther Lash—Her interest in Jefferson to Doris Rhodes. Ralph Martin—His school-girl complexion to Art Howie. Betty Mitchell—Her escapades in Cleveland to Betty Feenstra. Loraine Nash—Her endless knowledge of things to do in S. P. to Miss Houck. Russell Neff—His barnyard interpretations to Merton Scott. Amelia Newby—Her domesticated life to Jean Anderson. Ruth Rhodes—Her secret heart to Dorothy Freshly. James Roddy —His affection for the opposite sex to Wayne McMackin. Elva Roth—Her make-up kit to June Strock. Edna Roth—Her Yachts to Florence Koren. Dot Schauer—Her giggles to Kenneth Whipple. Gladys Seifert—Her mush -melons to Junior Northcott. Adabelle Smith—Her crimson lacquered finger nails to Louise Perko. Mildred Strickler- -Her quietness to Bob Miller. Margaret Ward—Her noon-hour rides to Margaret Quirk. Edwin Waterman—His scientific logic to Mr. Tarr for future aid in his courses. Hudson Whipple—His unused razor to Louis Pitschman. Sylvia Wymor—Her crooning ability to Tib Beall. Fourteen

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■ CLASS HISTORY Say, you stop Vasin7 the eraser off my pencil—you!77 .... Well, you used mine clear down to the bottom yesterday, guess Til just get even with ya!77 Do you recognize that? Well, that was Shorty Erbacher and Edward Gola when we all were still wearing scratchy long-legged underwear and catching everything that was catchable, remember? Then do you remember those dreaded problems in the seventh grade, per- centage, graphs and what not! And, too, the last year we had to study— geography. How could we forget this last year in the little red school house, the one-horse basketball team and the P. T. A. socials,and, too, the boy-crazy stage we girls went through and vice versa. Ill never forget the time a certain girl gave Russ Whipple a cookie heart and blushed and in two seconds he threw it back at her. (Tsk, tsk—Puss, was that the gallant thing to do, I ask you?) Oh, yes- and this was when that Seifert-Stimpert affair started, too. That's stickin7, isn't it? Those trips we took, too, at the end of the year. Unionville to Washington, D. C., and Madison to their usual Niagara Palis. What a glorious time we had. But 1931 was nearly the best of all. We Freshmen crept meekly up the corridor looking and feeling like something the dog dragged in and looked out of the corners of our eyes at the tall, handsome, yet cold, criticizing Seniors. That first day was terrible —we popped into the wrong class at the right time, and the right class at the wrong time—only to receive that mocking-sneering laughter of the darned old stuck up Seniors. Well, I guess we were pretty green all right, but look at us now—refined, well educated, ambitious students, now called 7 Stuck-up Seniors77 by a new generation of Freshmen. How time does fly! Well, we finally struggled through Latin and the iron rule of Miss Corlett. (How we wish she were back! !) We fed peanuts to the monkeys at the circus, and sang to our hearts7 content in the operetta The Count and the Co-Ed.77 Then .Miss Adlard, petite, but hard and merciless, tried all in vain to pound that awful stuff called geometry into our heads. But she made things pretty cheerful at times, and our only hope is for her future, that she doesn't try to feed her unsuspecting 'husband to be77 triangle shaped carrots on an oval shaped plate. We were pretty hard up in 732. Miss Schafer left us and we eliminated music from the curriculum. Then in 733 Mr. Warner came to us to substitute for Miss Corlett in History and to teach us, if possible, to sing. But at last our sophistication has blossomed fully, and we (now Juniors) gave the unappreciating Seniors the best prom ever, with blue and white ice cream—the specialty of the evening. It is with a note of sadness that I pen these last words describing our last year at good old Alma Mater. But we did have a glorious time. Especially with Miss Houck who was heaven sent to brighten our spirits from a doom which l7m sure would have killed us—commonly called—AMERICAN HISTORY AND CIVICS ! ! ! We put on two grand Senior plays and a whale of an annual (compared to the two previous years)—won all sorts of contests and—well, all in all, I think we are the most promising, the most interesting and best graduating class ever. Thanks for listenin'. Loraine Nash, '35 Thirteen The (lauIdron

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CLASS PROPHECY June 7—Usual doctor's day—calls all inconvenient. Surprise of life- call from west side: Henninge. Hadn't heard that name since Commencement days. Wondered if it could be Caroline. Address was Orphan's Home. Met by director—and if it wasn't Caroline, still taller than I. Didn't know me at first, must have been my glasses. Attended child and we started reminiscing. Didn't seem possible we'd lived in Chicago 4 years and hadn't met. Talked of school days, classmates. Told her Marie Bagguley was a trained nurse and Gladys Seifert working in same hospital. Wouldn't believe Margaret Ward was dietitian. Told her Margaret hadn't killed anybody yet. Said she often heard from Betty Mitchell who is head of Vassar College. Thought of school studies—then history. Adam Febel and Edward Gola teaching in Allegheny College. Remembering History grades, I'd stake they were History profs. Years ago Caroline and I decided we'd take graduation trip. Never did, so we're taking it this summer. Think I can manage it. June 14 Plans coming along fine. Leaving for Washington, D. C, Monday. June 18 Was reading papers and saw result of Supreme Court Justices' confab about International Airlines. Judge Robert Adams held up voting Couldn't believe it. Decided to give him a ring. Had hard time getting him but he finally answered when he learned who it was. Luncheon engagement tomorrow. Imagine—a judge! June 19—Splendid time at lunch. Found lot of old classmates. Allan Brotzman admitted to bar here several years ago. Remember questions he was always popping. And Dorothy Schauer, secretary to President. Guess her attempts at making typing speed back at M. M. H. S. weren't for naught after all. June 20—Dot showed us through Capitol Building and White House Bob took us through Court Building. Leaving in morning by boat for New York. June 22- Strangest thing—met Phil Greene on boat yesterday Caroline not even fazed. He's ornithologist on Smithsonian Institute staff. He met James Fidel in South America last month. Jimmy's civil engineer—working on U. S. project down there. Wonder if he still goes to Roxy Theaters. Also, Esther Lash on boat. She's governess for New York family. Phil said Harold Dunn had his orchestra at Radio City. Going down tomorrow. Hope he remembers me. Russ Ford playing professional baseball here. Still has yearn- ing for parks. June 23—Saw Harold this P.M. Swell orchestra. Going over to Continent in two weeks. June 24—Went into beauty parlor this morning and who should pop up but Ruth Rhodes. Earning good living as beauty culturist. Said there's whole smear of Madison girls here. Adabelle Smith's making good as interior decorator. Mildred Strickler writing advice to lovelorn for Tribune and Ruth Gygli had exhibit in Art Museum last month. Wish had time to look them up but leaving by plane for Cleveland in morning. Way things are going should meet more of class. June 26—Will never forget this trip as long as I live. While waiting for plane yesterday at Roosevelt Field met Ralph Martin, all togged out as pilot. Said Wayne Herrick working there, too. Virginia Dawson working on same line with him as air stewardess. Driving out to Unionville in morning. June 27—Home! Seems so good. Willard Dodge editing Madison Free Press. Told us two Roth sisters were living in Madison. Had double wedding. At last two women found who aren't old maids like Caroline and I. June 28—Edwin Waterman owns garage in Madison. Went down to see if he knew where rest of class was. Hud Whipple, life guard at Euclid Beach. Amelia Newby's writing books for children. Always had way with the creatures. Alfred Czesczkski singing hill-billy songs over southern stations. (Continued on Page Thirty-Seven Fifteen The Can I (Iron