Medina High School - Medinian Yearbook (Medina, OH)

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20 Gllje Annual We’re proud of tall fair Geraldine. Sometime surely she will be seen Rivaling her namesake, G. Ferrar, As a blazing operatic star. Ralph already has won his name, And he’ll continue to win more fame As long as he cleverly draws the bow, And sweetly makes the music flow. Gardner too we all have seen, A bright star of the foot-ball team; And as he there kept up the strife, Just so he’ll play his part in life. Carlton will till the soil, they say, In a thoroughly scientific way. We ' ll call on him when we plan an “ eat;” He’ll surely give his old classmates a treat. Sims and Shane and Sidney High Will win their laurels by and by. They’ll climb the heights tho others fail; Their faults, we’ll ne’er have cause to wail. Our Evelyn Kreiger and Hettie Gill Will guide the children up Wisdom Hill. But alas, to marry her homliest beau Is the dismal fate of pretty Maude Lowe. Adams with his violincello Will make music, sweet and mellow, And his voice we’ll often hear In the village choir, near. Don’t forget Woodward and Arthur McQuate. We’re sorry they entered our class so late, With their music and cheer. Indeed, it’s clear For them no future we need to fear. Of myself I have little to say, Only this in a humble way : What’er my lot of work may be My duty clear I’ll try to see; Often my thoughts will turn to you all And the pleasant hours and joys recall. Then life will be more bright and clear For the happy days together here. This small class of twenty-two I promise you will aim to do The best they can in quiet ways, Nor duties shirk for want of praise; And as the days grow into years With hopes and joys and many fears, I trust Medina High “ Fourteen ” May ever be in memory green.

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Animal 10 QUuhh tRbynu ' BY RUTH BEATRICE FERRIMAN We’re just about to say goodbye To our Alma Mater, Medina High. As we come out from ’neatli her wing We’re wondering what the years will bring. We all are sure to do something great; Nothing else can be our fate! But before we spread our wings to fly Please wait to hear me prophesy. Just look at Doc Damon over there; Already he has a professional air ! Prom his patience now, patients will come. Watch him! He will be going some. Here’s Bennett, the leader of our band, Who, I predict, will turn out grand ; And when his name heads the scroll of fame, How glad we’ll be that lie’s ours to claim. Sober and quiet, demure Clara Penn Seems as shy as a little brown wren ; But really, she is just full of life, And will make some man a dandy wife. Here are jolly Flo and laughing Lizz; When they take hold, things have to whiz; Where’er we are, when we hear their voice In spite of sorrow our hearts will rejoice. Cole, you say? Oh, he’ll win fame! No doubt he’ll invent an aeroplane. His studious mind and industrious hand We know will accomplish something grand. Emery Fisher’s our funny man. He’ll always do the best that he can To drive away our grief and sadness, And fill our hearts with joy and gladness. Harold Harrington knows how to write, In this, as all else, lie’s certainly bright. In years to come we’ll read his stuff, And never be able to get enough.

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®ljr Annual 21 Senior Qllaaa tatiatira f. BY EMERY FISHER The Class of 1914 consists of eight girls and fourteen boys. It makes no record as to size, but it does contend that for quality it lias never been approached by any of its pred- ecessors. It has been experimented upon pedagogically by no less than thirty teachers, thirteen in the grades and seventeen in the high school. Miss Schmidt and Miss Beech are the star performers, for they are still alive after three years of service in its behalf. The youngest member of the class is Emery Fisher; the bantam weight is Geraldine Canavan, who, with a little help, can tip the beam at 113 lbs. Fred Adams has fought his way to the top by means of copious draughts of cold water, and now weighs 187 lbs. The combined weight of the whole twenty-two is over one and one-half tons. The average weight is 139 lbs., which is also the exact weight of Faye Sims and of Ruth Ferriman. The Class “ Skyjack ” is Harold Harrington, who looks down upon the others from the lofty height of six feet; the shortest is Evelyn Kreiger, who measures only five feet and three inches. Florence Thatcher is the tallest girl; Emery Fisher the shortest boy. Where we do bear away the palm is in the size — of our feet, although the author refrains from any personal remarks on the subject. Last fall we had eight men in the foot-ball squad, including t lie captain, and we now have four men out for baseball. Although we have not furnished as many men for athletics as last year’s braggarts, the quality of our delegates puts us far ahead of all others. Political feeling runs high amongst us. Sid High, as “ Teddy ” has five followers, while Bennett and Shane as Wilson and Bryan lead a delegation of six Democrats. We have also two “ Standpatters.” Among the girls there is a continual see-saw of hair-pull- ing and ear-chewing, for four are Suffragettes and four are Anti’s. We have eleven Congregationalists, three Methodists, two Disciples, one Episcopalian, one Baptist, one Lutheran, one United Brethren, one member of the Church of the Brethren, and one heathen. All in all, there’s class to this Class.