Medina High School - Medinian Yearbook (Medina, OH)

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©Ij? Annual 17 debate, and Oscar’s logic, I wasn’t so much surprised. But a far greater surprise awaited me! I had to stop right there and take another heart tablet on the sidewalk; for, land’s sake ! there in front of the new Ziegler drygoods store stood Lucille Hunsberger giving parting instructions to Harold to be sure to be home in time for dinner, as she was expecting company. You know Lucille always was pretty good at talking, and I’m no slouch myself; and before we had talked ten minutes I knew where they were and what half the class was doing. She fired things at me so fast I just had to ask a question now and then. She said Marion Gleason was a vaudevillist star on the Keith circuit, which didn’t surprise me much, as she always said she wanted to be an actress, though I had thought that she aspired to Shakespeare; also that Zelma Renz had taken up a claim out west and was making barrels of money raising guinea pigs. And you wouldn’t believe it, when you consider his reluctance to practice commencement music. Layton Ganyard is a baritone soloist, appearing with Helen Clark, who is a famous reader with the Ridpath Lyceum Bureau. We walked on, talking in this fashion, and went into the library. As Lucille had already told me, I found Ruth Wright presiding at the head librarian’s desk. She called my attention to a book recently published on the subject of Scientific Farming ” edited by Wayne Anderson, and also said that Dr. Robert Beach had recently been figuring largely in the scientific world in connection with his newly discovered cure for American- itus Exhausticus, and everybody around Medina says lie’s tried it out on “ Fat Garver,” You remember how tired he always was. They say since the first treatment he works all the time. We strolled along up to the court-house where Luc-ile told me McKinley Ewing was guarding the sacred palladium of our liberties in what the women now call “ The Temple of Justice,” as county attorney. We used to be satisfied with calling it “ Court-house.” By mistake I wandered into the office of justice of the peace, and, imagine my surprise and embarrassment when I fonud I had entered on a little ceremony about to be per- formed by the justice, Glenn Geisinger. Julia didn’t act a bit fussed, but said I was just in time to be a witness. She and her husband were leaving shortly for Cincinnati where lie is interested in a large chewing-gum concern. When I had rather hastily departed from this scene I looked over toward the Congre- gational Church, and, oh town of surprises! I saw a sign which fairly took my breath away — Rev. John B. Renz, D. D., Pastor. And below, “ Missionary Meeting this morn- ing, at which Helen M. Ganyard, lately returned from a year’s work in China, will speak of her efforts among the heathen.” By this time Lucile had thought of some more interesting items, one of which was that Marcella Fisher, under the name of Mile. Mareelle, was doing a flourishing business as fashionable and exclusive modiste in New York, and tliat Evelyn Thatcher was inter- ested in the settlement work of the Associated Charities in Chicago. There were a few things that I could tell Lucile, and 1 started to launch my budget of news. I told her about Marion Branch. Perhaps you know she’s starring as a cowboy girl in the western branch of the American Moving Picture Film Co., and also that I had seen an article on the “ New American Girl,” illustrated by Sherman Maple. You remem- ber he used to show quite a bit of talent in that line when we were at school. Then Lucile interrupted me with the startling intelligence that Naomi Gault was principal of M. H. S. 1 came back at her with the news that Fred Kelser was now Caruso’s understudy, and that I knew a man who had heard him sing once. You know Arbie Carlton’s fondness during Senior year for the game of “ Hyde and seek.” Well, he hasn’t found her yet, but lie’s still seeking. Do you remember in the 1911 class-will how they left Plicky Heath to Caroline Simmons to cherish and guard for ever? She’s still carrying out instructions to the letter.

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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

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Attmial 18 Dr. Leland Walton was home for commencement too. His painless dental parlors are one of the marvels of Poe; and as he was just as talkative as ever I soon learned all about them. Lucile told me Erwin Brought had gone west to grow up with the country. The poor boy! he was so young to leave home! The last she had heard of William Rauscher he was seen peddling his famous family remedies through northern Arkansas in a covered wagon. Cully Lowe, who happened down that way on his honeymoon, was so affected by hearing him sing “ On the Banks of Rocky River Far Away ” to the crowd around him one night that he hurried back to the hotel, paid his bill, and, forgetting his blushing bride, left Hallie to the tender ministrations of strangers, and caught the next train for Medina ; and if Arthur French had not happened along in his newly invented monoplane she might be there yet. Right here Lucile stopped and caught her breath. Poor thing! since she has grown so fat, she can not talk as she used to ; but she would have me go home with her for a cup of tea. My land ! it did taste good ; but, goodness alive ! it is nearly nine o’clock, and I must put this cat out and go to bed. This visit certainly has tuckered me out.