Medina High School - Medinian Yearbook (Medina, OH)

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a ®l|p Annual Hamtlttun ' atr Sermon UIIIIIIIIIIIII 1 IIIIIIIIIM 111 1 iiiiii THE PERCEPTION OF SPIRITUAL REALITIES. BY FREDERICK W. HASS Text: Send out thy light and thy truth; let them lead me; let them lead me unto thy holy hill and to thy tabernacles. — P sai.m 43:3. It is a good tiling to know well the world in which we live. It is no idle task for us to learn to know well our relation to the world of nature about us or our place in the succes- sion of generations of men. For it is only thus that we can use to the full the rich heritage left us by the generations that have been, or can do wisely for the generations which shall be. Nature will not be used in just any way that caprice may indicate. She has her own ways. Out of these she will not be coaxed nor bullied. We work in her way or we do not work with her at all. And our own age has its own significance. To try to read into it the significance of some past age or the supposed meaning of some age to come, is to work our destruction. Only by having a true setting for our lives, both from the material and the psychical standpoints, is it possible for our lives to be useful. Our lives must square with the universe about us: the universe of nature and of men. Those lives are legion in number which promised much because of native strength but which failed because their setting was untrue. So we will repeat — it is well for us to know well the world in which we live.

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Annual r (Ealrniiar of (ttummimmuptit iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiimiiiiiiit EASTERN TIME iiiniiiiiiiiMinmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Sunday, June 7,9p.m. Baccalaureate Sermon, M. E. Church The Rev. Frederick W. Hass. Monday, June 8, 9 p. m. Grammar School Commencement, Princess Theatre Tuesday, June 9, 9 p. m. Class Play, Princess Theatre Wednesday, June 10, 9 p. to. Commencement, Congregational Church Friday, June 1 2 Annual Alumni Meet EIGHTH GRADE PROGRAM Monday, June 8, 9 p. to. TEE MISCHIANZA Tableaux and Songs Old Songs — Robin Adair, Old Black Joe, Long, Long Ago, Love’s Old Sweet Song, I Cannot Sing the Old Songs. New Song — Selection from “ Floradora ” Cupid at the Wheel — Then and Now. Home Evening — Past and Present. Sports — Old — Grace Hoops, New — Baseball and Football. Dances — Minuet, Virginia Reel, Hesitation Waltz. Gossiping — Then and Now. Reading — “ Courtin’ ” — Lowell Pearl Webber Patrick Gillane, a lad of twelve, Michael’s brother Lawrence Cole Bridget’ Gillane, ’Peter’s wife Florence Thatcher Delia Cahel, engaged to Michael RuthFerriman The Poor Old Woman, Cathleen Ni Houlihan. . . Geraldine Canavan Neighbors. HYACINTH HALVEY Hyacinth Halvey is obviously of lighter vein, de- picting the unbearable lot of a young man with too much character, and his frantic but unsuccessful efforts to lose it. CHARACTERS Hyacinth Homer C. Bennett Sergeant Carden Fred Adams James Quirke, butcher Clayton Carlton Mrs. Delane, postmistress of Cloon Elizabeth McDowell Fardy Farell, telegraph boy Emery Fisher Miss Joyce, Priest’s housekeeper Maude Lowe Widow Quinn Hettie Gill THE HOUR GLASS The Hour Glass is a Morality play in which that greatest of all questions, that of immortality, is brought to the attention of the hearer in a strikingly forcible manner. CHARACTERS A Wise Man Harold Harrington A Fool Ralph Harrington Students — Sidney High, Faye Sims, Arthur McQuate, Karl Woodward. An Angel Clara Fenn The Wise Man’s Wife Evelyn Kneger Children Blake Munson, Bessie Warner CLASS PLAYS Tuesday, June 9, 9 o’clock PRINCESS THEATRE Cathleen Ni Houlihan W. B. Yeats Hyacinth Halvey Lady Gregory The Hour Glass W. B. Yeats The little group of playlets are typical in the por- trayal of the religion, humor, and patriotism of Ire- land. CATHLEEN NI HOULIHAN Cathleen Ni Houlihan is the awakening spirit of a new Ireland just emerging from the long enthrall- ing sleep of prejudice, superstition, and political slavery. At the close it breathes the odor and radi- ence of a new Springtime for the land of the sham- rock, as is evident in “ I did not, but I saw a young girl and she had the walk of a queen.” CHARACTERS Peter Gillane Virgil Damon Michael Gillane, his son, going to be married. . . . Paul Shane COMMENCEMENT NIGHT PROGRAM Congregational Church, Wednesday, June 10 9 o’clock ( Eastern Time) Overture — “College Life”- — High School Orchestra (Ralph Harrington, Director) Invocation The Rev. H. Samuel Fritsch Music — “Good Fellowship” (March) High School Orchestra Class President’s Address Homer C. Bennett Vocal Solo — “Angel’s Serenade” Elizabeth McDowell Class Address Dr. Frank P. Graves (University of Pennsylvania) Violin Solo — “Son of the Puszta ” Keller-Bela RALPH HARRINGTON Class Valedictory Lawrence Cole Vocal Solo — “ The Dawn of Love,” from “The Firefly” Schiml Geraldine canavan Presentation of Diplomas Supt. W. S. Edmund Benediction Rev. George S. Sims Music — “ True as Steel ” . . . . High School Orchestra

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3 Annual So marked has been the effect upon humanity of a recognition of this truth, that the line of cleavage between civilization and barbarism is clearly seen to be drawn in relation to it. The people who learn to know the world in which they live are the nations who are in the van of the world’s life. They who do not know their world are straggling somewhere in the rear. And thus it has always been. The burden which has rested upon the world because of ignorance is simply incalculable. It is a tremendous loss for a nation not to know its soils or the particular phases of nature with which it comes into contact. It is a terrible thing for a nation to be dependent for its physical well being upon the physician who does not know. It is an awful bondage for a people to have as its lawmakers men who do not know history or economics. It is a terrible thing for a nation to have as its teachers men who are themselves untaught. It is an awful thing for a nation to have as its religious leaders men who are themselves lost in their superstitions. I or when these tilings occur, individuals, communities, and nations will find that somehow the powers of nature are working against them. In some waj or another, their labor comes to nothing. Even tho they do not understand the causes of their defeat, yet the defeat itself will be written large in their lives in mental and physical suffering. So the place of the school is fixed and sure in human life. It is well for us to train our senses to the limit of our powers, so that we may indeed see, and hear, and feel, taste, smell, and otherwise learn correctly. It is well for us to study the sciences that w 7 e may learn what progress other men have made and to conserve the gain unto the generations yet to come. It is well for us to train ourselves in the arts, that we may be skillful to use the knowledge which we gain. It is well for us to know history and the philosophy which history teaches, in order that we may be able to choose that which is worth while from t hat which is not. For we neglect these things to our own sorrow and to the sorrow of those who follow us. The nation which has ceased to revere its teachers will soon cease to pro- duce them. And the nation which ceases to produce its teachers will soon have no real leaders. And then intellectual darkness, gross and dense, settles on the land and men suffer unduly and labor in vain. But when all this is said and allowed life will teach us anoi tier lesson. It is that there is such a thing as devoting ourselves too exclusively to the world which lies about us and to our relation with, and thereby neglecting another world which lies within us. One hun- dred years ago the poet Wordsworth, who was to usher in a new age in English literature, was saying: “The world is too much with us: late and soon Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers. Little we see in nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon.” After a while, England awoke and made him, the seer, her poet laureate. Is it thus with us? A generation ago, Matthew Arnold, a mind of keen appreciations, traveled among us and said of us as he left our shores: “ America is too beastly prosperous. In one of his late books, Professor Muensterberg, who is at the head of the department of philosophy at Harvard University, writes thus: “ There is an uneasy feeling pervading our times that the age has lost its meaning.” Last year we greeted Professor Eucken, the renewer of Idealism in Germany, as a man with a new message when he told us that the philosophy and life of materialism was a delusion and a snare. Why should this be greeted as a new message? Why should there be any uneasy feeling pervading the life of our times? Are we not rich? Certainly. Are we not prosperous, when measured by material standards? To be sure. Is there any immediate danger of real material need? Not at all. Then why are some of our leading thinkers uneasy? Because they feel that for a large portion of our nation, life has lost its significance. For an important fraction of our people there is no longer any reason to do things or to get them done. There is no longer an apprecia- tion of our place or worth in the world. They have lost the sense of the worth of their