Medina High School - Medinian Yearbook (Medina, OH)

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LOUIS BARTHOLOMAY (Lou) Class President ’14. Glee Club ’15. Cadets ’16. “ He is the very pineapple of politeness. — Richard Sheridan. JOSEPH BARTHOLOMEW (Joe) Cadets ’16. “All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them . — Oliver Goldsmith . RAYMOND BENNETT (Cherry) Annual Board ’16. Football ’17. “ He wears the rose of youth upon him.” — J non. HELEN BIGELOW (Hello) Historian ’14, ’16. Class Secretary ’14. Camp Fire ’14, ’15, ’16. Basketball ’15. “ So delicate with her needle.” — Shakespeare . RUTH BOYDEN (Rufus) Camp Fire ’14, ’15, ’16. Basketball ’15. “ Cheerfulness is the sunny ray of life.” — Humboldt. ROYAL BROCKWAY (Roy) Cadets ’16. Football ’17. “ Prom the lop of his head to the sole of his his foot, he is all mirth.” — Shakespeare. DOROTHY CLEMENT (Dot) Class See. and Treas. ’16, ’17. Camp Fire ’14, ’15, ’16. “ Happiness consists in activity.” — John M. Good. MYRON CURTISS (Mike) “ When I have anything to do, I go and do it.” ■ — Raleigh. MARION FISHER (Bob) Glee Club ’15. It will make you a Fisher of men.” — Bible. PAULINE GRIESINGER (Nuts) Glee Club ’15. G. L. C. School Reporter ’16, ’17. Class Historian ’16, ’17. “Fickle and changeable always is a woman.” - — Virgil. EDWIN KELLOGG (Eddie) Baseball ’17. Valedictorian. “ Ambition has no rest .” — Bulwer Lytton. BLAKE MUNSON (Bud) Class President ’15, ’16, ’17. Football ’15, ’16, ’17. Baseball ’17, ’18. Annual Board ’16. “ Not to be laughed at and scorned, because lie. was little of stature ; For he was great of heart magnanimous, courtly and courageous .” — LongfeUou RUTH ROBINSON (Ruthie) Glee Club ’15. G. L. C. Basketball ’15. “ You may travel and travel for many a mile, But ne’er will you find so winsome a smile.” — A non. BESSIE WARNER (Betty) Music ’14, ’15. Basketball ’15. “ God made her small is order to do a more choice hit of workmanship.” Anon. ISABELLE WARNER Music ’14, ’15. “ Silence and innocence are safe.” — Phillips. ELEANOR WRIGHT Camp Fire ’14, ’15, ’16. “ Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind. — Ancn.

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Ruth Robinson Isabelle Warner Bessie Warner Lucille Winters Kleanor Wright

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Slmtuaru (ClaBfi Htaturg By Helen Bigelow. In September, 1905, a group of five-year-old chil- dren went to visit Miss Ella Canavan every school morning for two hours. She taught them how to skip around the circle, fit round pegs into round holes, and sing “Goodbye, dear teacher.” This group contained five girls and one hoy, Helen Bigelow, Marion Fisher, Pauline Griesinger, Edwin Kellogg, Bessie Warner, and Eleanor Wright, who were so happy, and bright that other hoys and girls were drawn in just as a whirlpool draws ships, only in a kinder way. We, for these were the nucleus of the January 1918 graduating class, ran the gauntlet of teachers — Miss Dawley, Miss McDougall, Miss Tubbs, and Mrs. Wright, and the three “R’s” in the usual way while in the Lincoln building. We had listened with awe to the tales our older brothers and sisters’ told us of the grammar grades. But the secrets of the old building were net for us yet. We were sent to the room in the Odd Fellows’ block, which is next to Pelton’s Grocery, where Miss Warner presided over us during our struggles with fifth grade geography. It was quite handy to run into the store at recess and buy fresh cinnamon rolls, though, no doubt, Miss Lacy, our sixth grade teach- er, did not feel that way about it. The next year, to our great joy, we were promoted to the seventh grade and the high school building. During this time Medina people were beginning to appreciate the fact that the owners of the fine sev- enth grade records deserved a better home in which to continue their studying. So, one morning, much to our joy, Miss Drake directed us to take our coats and books and march over to the new Garfield build- ing. We had been quite proud of our new room, but were most jubilant when told that, partly on account of crowded conditions’, but particularly because of our well-ordered intellects, we were to make the seventh and eighth grades in a year and a half, and then become Freshmen in high school in January. We entered Miss Wheatley’s room with fear and trembling, but found that she enjoyed sleigh rides and jokes, as well as arithmetic and grammar, it was money earned by the eighth A grade which started the Yictrola fund. We also gave the eighth B graders a farewell dinner — a course from each country represented in our graduation exercises, from Irish stew to American sherbet. One wintry morning we were escorted to the high school, to begin our careers as Freshmen with, it must be confessed, a little trepidation. ■ We stood the taunts of Baby Freshman, Eighth Grade Babies, and various other insulting remarks because we knew that the other high school people were jealous of our honors! With Miss Feeny’s aid we managed a few hilarious parties and good times. As sophomores — now very dignified — we enjoyed initiating two Freshman classes, and began to realize how much fun it was. So time went on — we strug- gled with Caesar, and then marched into Cicero’s orations as Juniors of unexcelled virtues. Miss McGonagle saw to it that we, as Seniors, were given a room of our own. To make it more fully worthy of us we redecorated the walls, cleaned the windows, varnished the desks and mopped the