Medina High School - Medinian Yearbook (Medina, OH)

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Attmtal 15 7. We give, devise, and bequeath to Harold Ziegler, a thriving young business man of this city, Miss Lucile Hunsberger, a popular young lady noted especially among music circles. 8. We, the boys of 1913, give, devise, and bequeath to the new Seniors our perfectly good looking-glass which recently so suddenly disappeared, but was as quickly returned when Pres. Maple sent out some printed bills. 9. Being through with chemistry from now on henceforth and forevermore, Mr. House gives his unlimited knowledge of that subject to any one who will come and get it. 10. We give, devise, and bequeath all our broken chemistry apparatus, which has placed most of us on the wrong side of the ledger, to the new Freshmen, for whom said apparatus will provide much interesting and practical amusement, such as blowing bubbles or imitating certain members of the Beer Trust. 11. Mr. Walton gives his heartfelt thanks to Miss O’Connor for her untiring efforts in demonstrating to him the uses of the typewriter. 12. We hereby bequeath to Mr. Hammersehmidt and Miss Sellers our promise that, when the Great Day comes, we will all be there with our lamps lit. 13. We bequeath our sincere compliments to Emery Fisher for his newly acquired dignity since he has become a man. 14. 15. We give, devise, and bequeath to the new Freshmen our morals of widespread fame, hoping that they will use them honorably and to the best advantage. 16. We bequeath to M. H. S. our large ruby and black pennant to be placed on the front wall of the assembly room by the Juniors. We appoint our friends Emery Fisher and Florence Thatcher as executors of this our last will, and desire that they shall receive the usual fee when the work is done. IN TESTIMONY WHEREOF we have set our hands to this our last will and testa- ment, at Medina, this 12th day of June, 1913. Sherman Maple. Erwin Brought. Arthur P. French. The foregoing instrument was signed by the said Seniors in our presence, and by them published and declared as and for their last will and testament; and at their request, and in their presence, and in the presence of each other, we hereunto subscribe our names as attesting witnesses, at Medina, Ohio, this 12th day of June, A. D. 1913.

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14 Animal We have 14 Methodists, 11 Congregationalists, 1 Universalist, an Episcopalian, a Unitarian, and a Catholic. The rest belong to Sunday-school. No attempt will be made to tell the different colors of the girls’ hair; and as for politics, the boys are too much interested in school work and baseball; and, besides, they are not old enough to vote, except one. Although these facts show that the class is divided in many subjects, we are one in our enthusiasm to live up to our reputation and our pride in “ Old M. H. S.” OUasH Mill FRED KELSER. We the Seniors of Medina High School of the City of Medina , County of Medina , and, State of Ohio, otherwise known as The Class of 1913, realizing that our life and activ- ities in the above-mentioned institution are drawing rapidly to a close, and being of sound and disposing mind and memory, do make, publish, and declare this our last will and testament: Hereby revoking and annulling any and all will or wills by us made heretofore. 1. Our will is that all just debts and expenses be paid out of our estate as soon after our departure as shall be found convenient. 2. We give, devise, and bequeath to the Juniors all our estate not herein designated, of whatever name or description, real, personal, or mixed, said estate to include only that which may be found in the H. S. building. 3. We bequeath our sincere thanks and kindest regards, as well as our sympathy and good wishes, to the present members of our beloved faculty, also those who preceded them, in return for earnest and conscientious endeavors to put in and to draw out of our crani- ums a little bit of the extract of knowledge. 4. Having had more experience than they, we devise a suggestion for the green Fresh- men (no longer). In case they do not wish to retain their now inappropriate colors, green and white, we give them our old design of purple and red, this being more suitable for them as Sophomores, alias wise fools. 5. We also devise a suggestion for the Juniors, namely, that they should adopt the new Yale custom of wearing knickerbockers, which would match very well with their lately purchased hats of the Buster Brown variety. 6. Arbie Carlton, the Champion Feather Weight of 1913, bequeaths his title to Lau- rance Cole, a worthy young Junior with a fiery top. For good measure Mr. Carlton throws in all his trousers of the brief length, to be disposed of as the receiver may see fit. Mr. Carlton also gives to Mr. Cole the right to go with any girl in the Sophomore class except one and possibly two more.

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Ifi ®ljr Annual (Elasa Proplfarg HELEN HOBART. Well, at last I’m here — just arrived from Medina; and let me tell you there’s one thing 1 that hasn’t changed jet, and that’s the “ Old Peduky.” I missed connections, and in consequence here I am, three hours late, for the New York Central still lives up to its former reputation. You know you never would recognize that town. Remember when we graduated, there was so much doing in the civic improvement line? They certainly have done won- ders with the place. You recall those pickle-forks they set out in each corner of the park? Well, they look like real sure-enough trees now. It certainly takes the women to accomplish things. They got started then, and now they’re running the whole place. Why, what do you think? They have a woman mayor; and now that the town has grown so large, and they need it, a woman police force. Isn’t it queer? One out of the class of 1913 is mayor. Guess who- — Myrle Pelton. You know she always did have lots of executive ability. Then we have two representatives on the police force — Lucille Blakes- lee and Maude Whipple. Doesn’t it seem odd? Time’s one more respect ni which the town has not changed, and that’s that slight propensity for gossip, which you perhaps remember. Before I had gotten around the square 1 had seen or heard from about all of my old schoolmates. As I passed along down Main St. I was surprised to see where, in our day, was the electric station, a new up-to-date drugstore. And you couldn’t guess in a year who owns il. Ceylon Woodruff! You know he made so good in chemistry at college. I remember Senior year how 1 used to envy him because he got A every month on his card in chem- istry, and always seemed to know what made some crazy stuff do one thing to some things and exactly the opposite to others. I heard he was recently married, but I can’t imagine to whom. He was always so fickle and frivolous he would first ingratiate himself into one poor girl’s affections, and then, presto! he’d be gone for a new conquest. As I was standing in front of the imposing building communing with my inner spirit, out steps the proprietor himself. You know he no longer works in the store. Years ago the Catch ’em and Skin ’em Mining Company hearing of his wonderful ability in chem- istry decided that they would hire him as their chief alchemist, so that now he is living- in Leadville turning quartz rock into pure gold by the ton; and from the way he looks 1 do believe it’s true. He had a white stone on his hand that glittered just like a real diamond, with a watch-fob that was so heavy it truly must have tired him to carry it. But howbeit he seemed right smart glad to see me; and as soon as he saw me looking in (he window he came out and told me that he too was home on a vacation; and aftelr asking me to have a five-cent soda with him he introduced me to the man who runs the store for him. I nearly fall over my stool when I say who that person is — no other than our old and distinguished classfate Pete House. You know Pete always was good in chemistry. He hadn’t changed much, was wearing a little French beard, and looked a little older, but he couldn’t fool me. I knew hi mright away. Hardly had I recovered from the shock of this surprise when, lo and behold! in the place where C. D. Wightman’s shingle kissed the breeze so many years a painfully new sign bore this inscription — “Webber Culler, Attorneys at L aw;” and when I remembered John’s fondness for