Madison High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Madison, OH)

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JUNIOR CLASS 1st row—Left to right: Eleanore Woodworth, Charlotte Crum, Muriel Bates, Barbara Greene, Jeanne Rand, Jean Leyde, Gladys Olsen, Bertha Fell, Edith Toth, Flora Smith. 2nd row—Left to right: Miss Gladys Merchant, Margot Ann Easterbrook, Florence Koren, Marie Grabski, Dolores Baxa, Doris Beebe, Helen Bingham, Lucille Beebe, Sylvia Laurie, Donna McElwee, Sarah Fortney. 3rd row—Left to right: Dorothy Fields, June Ford, Milton Preotle, Leon Wilson, Harry Wilson. Ralph Buckles, Robert Ernst, Robert Miller, William Newby, Merton Scott, Dean Jones, Lucille Wymor, Hazel Seidel. 4th row—Left to right: Paul Billman, Malcolm Crofoot, George Van Pelt. Ralph Prouty, Clarence Prince, Edward Henrich, John Hutchison, Ernest Ulle, Floyd Ryel, Charles Eckerle, Robert Seifert. Paul Klausen, Michael Zarnic. With their school years losing number, With the end arriving ere long, Juniors came, and with returning All agreed upon one goal, This will be their greatest year. So with hearts and heads high All went on their chosen courses, And their class was represented, In each high school organization Were the Juniors represented. Football used them, chorus, paper, Girl Reserves, Hi-Y and baseball, And in each thing, their class excelling. But the main thing ,their achievement, Was the Junior-Senior Prom. All the year they struggled, earning, Earned by selling new subscriptions, Earned by getting new subscribers For some well-known journals. Then they gave a dance stupendous, And the colors, pink and silver Were as tokens to the beauty Of this dance the Juniors gave. The promenade, it was gigantic, Bathed in moonlight o’er the Yacht Club On Lake Erie shores at Mentor. Fourteen

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✓ ✓ To Strive, CLASS MOTTO To Seek, To Find, And Not To Yield. --TENNYSON Symbolic of modern youth, its goal and aspira- tions is RICHARD HALLIBURTON, gay young writer and lover of Romance whose travels have taken him to the far corners of the earth in search of the unusual. It was the above quotation from Tennyson that inspired him to travel into a world of fantasy and mythical beauty and led him to be idolized by countless youth throughout the nation. Members of the Senior Calss of 1936 choose this same quotation as a foundation for their own deals. Photo by Bill Diehl Thirteen

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SOPHOMORES Ut row Left to right: Charlotte Rand, Anita Ford, Doris Rhodes, Lillian Chester, Betty Feenstra, Mabel Roddy, Marjorie Spencer, Ruth Smith, Alice Lustig, Chelsa Allen, Lottie Holt. 2nd row—Left to right: Jean Dillon, Joy Wonner, Edwardine Cone, Lorene Distler, Edna Woidtke, Margaret I’ethtel, Winifred Dean. Bernice Smith, Dorothy Waterman, Frances Klien, Ina Rita, Norman Risley. 3rd row l eft to right: Gertrude Kubach, Martha Wheeler, Paul Sidley, Elmer Rood. Wayne McMackin, Louis Pitschmann, Jerome Gelber, Wjlford Behm, Bradford Hen- ninge. Donald Trask, Julia Peters, Helen Laurie. 4th row Left to right: Theodore Aldrich, Albert Gabor, Dale Stowe, Robert Morlan, James Waterman. Donald Hill, Ben Pizzino, John Woidtke, Henry Novak, Roy Elliot, Emil Gola 5th row Left to right: Eugene Bates, Richard Nagy, Elmer Hummel. Raymond Lexo, Earl Davidson, Wendell McMackin, William Eland, Richard Leslie, Gordon Gruves. Stuart Keener, Robert Dodge, Donald Crofoot, Otto Kurtzhals. With a new year now commencing, With their first year far behind them, With experience gained and paid for, With a sense of sophistication Came the poised and blase Sophomores, Came the symbols of vast wisdom. Gola, Gabor, Dick and Behmie Added to their new-gained prestige Monstrous letters,- marching M s. In October Hi-Y started, The new members numbered ten, They remember piles of feathers, Feathers from a broken pillow— Feathers for initiation, Feathers in their hair and mouths. But the big thing was the Soph dance, Twas a Leap Year dance, this dance was, Twas a dance put on for maidens And how the braves were sought and rushed for! How those stalwarts loved this fanfare, Loved the being called and paid for. So the year passed, Passed in pleasure. And the Sophomores grow more knowing, Grow more poised and much less blase. Fifteen