Medina High School - Medinian Yearbook (Medina, OH)

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Gil?? Attmtal Olasfi HiU 19 (By Harris flange, ’22. We, the class ot‘ 1922, having reached the end of our High School career, being of sound mind and disposing memory, do make public and declare this writing to be our last will and testament making vo.d all testimonial writings by us heretofore made. We do hereby direct that our funeral services shall be conducted by our friends and well wish era, the faculty, only enjoining that the funeral shall be carried on with such dignity and pomp as oil stand ' ng in school entitles us. As to such estate as it has pleased the fates and our own strong arms to give we dispose and bequeath individually as follows: to wit, I, RUTH COLEMAN, will my sweet melodious voice to Zella Kindig, my giggle to Arleen Beck, my daintiness to Dortha DeMay, my Golden Record to Constance McNeil. I, EDITH CURTISS, leave to those who are in the habit of using rouge, my habit of blushing over any little thing. I, EVA CURTIS, wish to leave to Supt. Conkle and Prin. Wagner one mud stained Ford in good running condition, to be used for High School purposes only. I, VIRGIL CURTIS, do bequeath my tranquilizing habits to Mr. Wagner, also B. B. Suit to Mis? Phillips, and office as Captain to any poor creature who may take it. I, THEODORE FOSKETT in good health and sound mind do bequeath my Poetic and Vocal abil- ity to Medina High School at large. I, RICHARD GABLE, bequeath my ability to skip 8th periods to Dutch Hemmeter, and my daily lectures from Miss Phillips to Gordon Kellogg. I, DOROTHY HUNT, do hereby bequeath my surplus hair nets to Prof. Wagner; my ability as a seamstress, to Miss Drew. I, DAVID HURLEBAUS, hereby bequeath my ability to make nitroglycerine to Prof. Wagner. I, PAUL HOSTETLER, do hereby bequeath my height to Eugene Tanner; my mental ability and several cuff buttons to Glendon Schaefer, my ability to drive an old flivver to any swarthy Junior. I, HARRIS HANGE, bequeath my privilege of playing in a muddy, water-soaked suit to the next heavy weight, who wants to roll after the pig skin. I, NOEL IRWIN, hereby will the right to weir a Green and Gold Basket Ball Suit, also my fa- mous backboard shot which, if correctly performed, will count two points, to Donald Ausman. I, MABELLE KULP, do hereby bequeath my love of Shorthand to Doris Waltz, for use in her future endeavors. I, will my ability to talk unceasingly to two Juniors; Mariam Winters and Evelyn Wideman. (Signed) FRANCIS KELLY. I, DOROTHY KINDIG, do bequeath my motto; “Why Hurry?’’ to Doris Waltz. I, HAROLD KING, bequeath my ability to drive Fords to some ingenuous Freshman who does not care if he is always late at school. I, CHARLENE LUKE, bequeath my ability to take rapid dictation to Arleen Beck. I, JENNIE McDONALD, bequeath my ability to miss periods and still keep off the black list, to Marel Hart. One pair of white basket-ball shoes to a ay one who can stand Mr. Case’s wrath when the opposing team makes a basket. I, hereby bequeath my ability to work chemistry experiments without getting burns to any Jun- ior who thinks he needs it. (Signed and Sealed) RUTH NOLD. I, hereby b equeath my glasses to Doris Kelly. (Signed) MABEL ORTON. I, ELODA PELTON, wish to dispose of my Senior dignity, five sticks of Spearmint Gum, and two Juicy Fruit which I sorrowfully leave to Miss Phillips. I, RALPH PARKER, will my position as an amateur, “All around and no where Base Bal Player” to Tom Rowe. To the future pianists of Medina High school, I hereby bequeath my ability to play “We are Out for Victory” on Assembly mornings. (Signed) AUDREY SEDGWICK. I, SUSAN WORDEN, bequeath my ability of making disturbances in the 8tli period English class (the hoys getting the blame) to Doris Waltz. Subscribed and sworn to in my presence this 8th day of June, A. D. 1922. Witnessed by The Ag. Class’s Pet Mouse. (Signed) by Theodore Foskett, ’22 SENIOR CLASS

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] 3 nun Urjiartutritt (Elans Prn ljfrij (By Jennie McDonald) It was a bright spring afternoon that called me from my studies. I followed the path that leads to the lit- tle bridge that spans the stream near ourschool. Everything about me seemed to be saying. “Spring is here.” Leaning my head on my hands I watched the water, moving onward, ever onward. This led me to wonder what 1 would be doing as I through life would be moving onward, and with this thought came the same thought of my classmates. “You look as though you r mind was troubled,” said a voice close beside me. I was very much surprised to see at my side a very beautiful woman who was smiling at me. “What are you thinking about?” she asked. I was so surprised for a moment that I could not remember, but on second thought I said: “I was just wonder- ing what the members of the class of ’22 will be doing after they leave school.” Coming close to me, she whis- pered, “I am Wahala, Goddess of Prophecy, and I will show you what you wish if you will come with me.” Arm in arm we walked along the path that I had often trod. As we sauntered along we talked of var- ious things and I found in my new friend a very congenial companion. “Here we are,” she said, as we stopped before some large stones in the hillside. Although I had often be- fore been over this path I had never before seen these stones. Wahala lifted her wand and one of the stones turned back as if on hinges. She gave me a glance that said, “Walk in.” I did as I was commanded, eager for the rare privilege. Just opposite the door was an old man reclining on a couch of moss covered stones. I knew him to be Father Time. “Father Time.” said Wahala, “Here is a friend who wants to know the future of her classmates. I have promised to show her. Shall we make it ten years from now. Father Time smiled, reached for his scythe and wrote the figures 1932 on the blade. “Make ready Fleeta,” was his command to servant dwarfs. ' In just a short tune Fleeta was brought in. She was a large modern airplane steered by a very handsome youth. “Come, get in,” said Wahala. Waving farewell to Father Time and passing out of the cave we began grad- ually to rise. We sailed over the High School Building and then darted off towards the east. We passed over several large cities clouded with smoke from their factories. It was growing dusk when we came to a city in Eastern Pennsylvania. Wahala and I started up one of the thronged streets. We had not gone far when we came to a large church. “What a beautiful voice,” was my mental comment upon en- tering the church. Why! It is none other than my former classmate. Mabelle Kulp. Then the preacher start- ed his sermon and as he talked 1 thought his voice sounded familiar, but as we were far back in the church I did not ' at first recognize Rev. Theodore Foskett of M. II. S. It was necessary for us to leave early the next morning as we had a long trip ahead of us. About noon we were hovering over the capitol of the nation. We slowly descended and alighted in front of the capital buildings As my companion and I ascended the steps we met two men, both of whom I recognized, one Richard Gable, the other David Hurlebaus. Richard had recently been elected Congressman from a district in Northern Ohio and David was at that time under the employment of the government as a chemist. We made a quick trip through the capital building, where we met Mabel Orton, who was one of the best stenographers. We again started out and soon reached the New York harbor. We boarded a large steamer and after our ship had started we went on deck. Whom should 1 meet there but another school mate. She was a large stately woman bearing the appearance indicative of a lovely disposition. As we approached her, Wahala said, “1 want you to meat an old schoolmate of yours, Mrs. but you need not know her name, remember her as a schoolmate Julia Vance.” Julia still had some of her H. S. ways, and was “tickled to death” to see me. She was on her way to meet her husband who had recently been appointed ambassador to Sweden. As our ship pulled into the harbor near Liverpool, Julia and I parted. We had not been long on land before our trusty plane, Fleeta, was by our side with her pleasant faced steersman Wa hala and I mounted and off we flew. We finally landed in Southern Germany. Entering a lovely new building we were attracted by a group of workmen who were turning off and on some lights that showed a master mind had planned the system. There was one man directing the workmen and when they turned on some very bright lights I recognized Robert Cro- foot. He had been there for two years and was famous for the electrical systems he had installed. Our next part of our journey ' brought us to the capital of China. At the edge of the city we saw a group of large buildings. Upon inquiry we were told that it was an American College for the education of the Chinese, who’s president was our friend, Ralph Parker. Upon Wahala’s request Mr. Parker accompanied us and gave us the history of the college. I found that he had been professor of history for two years He told us that Virgil Curtis had charge of the Department of Agriculture and Ruth Coleman as assistant teaching eco- nomics. I always knew that those three would do something worth while. After this we went to the dock to get the first ship for America. To my surprise we found it to be the Lincoln with Paul Hostetler, captain. We landed in San Francisco. Whereupon we met Ruth Nold, who was running a business school there. We were as usual met by the Fleeta and flew over the country to Oklahoma. Landing at the capital we walked around for awhile and here met two fine looking little ladies, who proved to be the Curtis twins. Although that was not their name now they told us they were running a beauty parlor in the city and were “wild” about their work. We again boarded our trusty airplane and started east, landing in New York. Here wandering through the slums we met an old friend, Susan Worden, who is a prominent social service worker, teaching cooking, sew- ing and hygiene to the poor girls with Eloda Pelton as her assistant. They told that Mrs. formerly Dorothy ICindig, was Lady Bountiful for this section and was almost idolized by the people. Heading westward was our next move where we landed in Bucyrus, Ohio, and there discovered Dorothy Hunt living a quiet married life on Wise street. Dorothy told us that Noel Irwin was preaching in a large new church there and was considered the best preacher in the city. Moving north we came to Cleveland, Ohio, where we read that the steel magnate, Harris Hange, was sueing Elton Snow for one hundred thousand dollars, with Harold King for his lawyer. While in this city we visited the hospital where Francs Kelly was head nurse with Charlene Luke as her assistant. Going still farther out in the city we stopped at a farm house to get some water, and found that the farm belonged to Mr. Jones, the husband of Dorothy Hoff. We bought a paper on our way back to the place where we were to meet Fleeta and saw on the front page that Madam Sedgwick, the world famous pianist, would play in Cleveland next week. We again mounted Fleeta and before I knew it we were sailing over the High School building, everything began to fade from my sight and I found myself standing on the bridge with my head in my hands looking into the water. Alas! IT WAS ONLY A DREAM.

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an ntuu Brparimmt Qllaas ottg of 1922 by Mabelle Kulp, Dorothy Hunt, Ruth Nold Farewell, dear Classmates, we bid thee adieu. Murmurs of sadness fall on the ear Voices long hushed, now their full notes prolong. Echoing our farewell. Class Day now wakes all mem’ries so dear, Visions of future ’rouse us from dreams Roses now blooming, their fragrance impart, Hailing Commencement Day. June’s rarest weather all nature resplendent Cheer us as Seniors, to welcome Commencement. Ah ! How our hearts beat with sadness anew As thots of our parting as school-mates draw near. Farewell, dear Classmates, our voices now raise Singing this sad song on this day of days, Farewell, dear Class-mate, we bid thee adieu; Farewell, a fond Farewell. Tune: — Melody in F by Rubenstein. GIlasH Jiaem How soon for us will come the day When from High School as Seniors we will leave To face life’s tasks and make our way Where ere the fates decree that we shall live. Soon passed those days so full of joy No future care or strife they thought to bear; Sweet memories with us will cling Though each must take his part, and do his share. Throughout our lives we’ll hold most dear And never from our minds its glories fade, The school this class shall ere revere From whence with saddened heart we leave this day. To you Medina High we turn With thoughts of joyous times we’ve shared; Our hearts with love for you will burn And through our deeds your name keep spotless, clear.