Medina High School - Medinian Yearbook (Medina, OH)

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others were doing. I soon learned that Erwin Eastwood had recently been elected Probate Judge of Cuyahoga County and that Robert Schamp was the Professor of Electrical Engineering at Western Reserve. Just then Maynard Elalliwell came up and began to tell how many Rolls-Royce cars he had sold during the last year and how he had come across Clayton Hartman who was supervising the building of a new paved road from Seville to Wadsworth. I heard someone speak but was so interested in the conversation that I did not pay much attention. I turned and saw two women whom I recognized as Bernice Campbell and Elizabeth Ewing. We stood and talked about the changes since the last time we were together. Bernice said she and Elizabeth had been awfully busy with their work. Elizabeth had an Interior Decorating Shoppe and Bernice was the Fashion Artist for the William Taylor Company. While we were discussing the past, present and future several other groups had gathered near us and I found one group to consist of Walter Roshon, Myron Perkins, Wayne Wheeler and George Porter. I asked the girls if they knew what any of these boys were doing and where they were living. Elizabeth said she heard that Walter was the political boss of Ashland County, knowing that there was but little chance for a live Democrat in such a Republican County as Medina, he had moved as a matter of political protection to Ashland County. We went over and talked with them as neither Bernice nor Elizabeth knew what the rest were doing. We found out that Myron had an undertaking establishment in Cleveland and that Robert Standen was thinking seriously of entering into partnership with him. Wayne Wheeler and George Porter, they said, had the best dairy farms in the state of Ohio and that it had long been a discussion between them and the whole State as to which, of the two, had the better. As it was rather a warm day we all went up to get a refreshing drink and there met several of the others. I found Esther, Rae, and Helen and we went rowing. Since our arrival we had met many of our classmates. Helen said that Mildred Cole was Secretary of the Civic Betterment League of Akron. Rae said that she had learned that Lawrence Maple was teaching Manual Training in the Medina schools, and that Helen Nold was teaching a Kindergarten in Detroit. Esther said that the greatest surprise she had was the fact that Amherst Spitzer and Erastus Simmons had bought a ranch out in Kansas. Tunk and Amherst on a ranch! She just couldn’t imagine it. Neither could I, but -stranger things have happened. We got back from our “gab fest’’ and walked up the pier when we saw Dorothy Greisinger coming towards us. She said that she was having trouble with the gatekeeper, that he didn’t want to let her bring her dogs and ponies into the grounds. She was traveling with a show and, as she had an open date for that afternoon and evening, had been forced to bring them with her. She offered to give a free performance in the evening. That was just what we needed to finish out our program and so we took her up on that deal immediately. She had a wonderful lot of dogs and ponies and I recognized the trainer of the show to be Steve Komjati. After we had gotten that straightened out we started back up the hill. We then met Lura Pelton, Lucile Hoff and Leora Tomp- kins. They told us what a fine time they were having. We also learned that Lucile was the private secretary of the President of the Bessemer Steel Company, and that Lura was teaching Normal work at Baldwin-Wallace. Rae had just started to ask Leora what she was doing when a very fine Ioking man came up and she introduced us to her husband. Queer how some people are always lucky, I heard Helen remark under her breath and I think we all felt the same about it. It was nearly 6:30 so we all departed to powder our noses before going up to the Hotel for dinner. Just as we had all gotten seated, in came Aubrey Hoddinott and I glanced at my watch to see that, as usual, he was just one minute late. The four-course dinner was very delicious but I must say I would have preferred to sit and look at the people to see how much they had changed in the past ten years. Twenty

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Class Prophecy By PAULINE FISHER One bright June morning as I was looking over my mail I noticed a large white envelope which looked much to me as though it were an invitation to some commence- ment exercise. I opened it with reluctance, for I felt it could contain nothing to com- pare with the sweet memories of my own High School Commencement Day. Imagine my surprise and pleasure when I read as follows : Dear Schoolmate: On the 5th of June you are requested to be present at a reunion of the class of June, 1924, at Lake Beach Hotel. Dinner will be served at 6:30 sharp. A class reunion — to think of seeing those “old pals” after all these years; but then, it is really only ten. At Lake Beach — Ah, yes, I remember of reading in the paper that they have changed the name of old Chippewa to Lake Beach. It has become quite a summer resort. On the afternoon of June 5th I got off the street car at Lake Beach. How it had changed since the time we held High School picnics there. I walked up to the Hotel for it was the only landmark that I knew. As I reached the veranda a man came up to me, and in a moment I recognized my old friend Robert Gable — I never was so glad to see anyone in my life as I was this old Classmate. I asked where he was living and what he was doing. He said he was living in New York and that he had become a registered pharmacist and was associated with the Catchem Durem Drug Company. We walked across to the Dance Hall where we came upon a group of women talking and laughing together. I heard Esther Freeman’s little giggle and in a minute knew the others to be Helen Ridiker, Rae White, Ethel Clement, Kathryn Gayer and Lauraette Sedwick. We all talked at once trying to find out where everyone else was and what he had been doing. Ethel told me that Katy Gayer had just opened up a dentist’s office in Denver and that she was making stacks of money as there were so few good dentists there. She also told me that Lauraette had become one of the best teachers in the Chiropractic School at Davenport, Iowa. Ethel herself had long since entered the bonds of holy wedlock. I had been corres- ponding with the other three girls and had learned of their successful careers. Rae had become a public stenographer in Chicago and had written me that she was “just crazy” about her work. Helen was conducting a very exclusive little beauty parlor on Fifth Avenue, and Esther had quite a smart Modiste Shoppe on Broadway. After having talked over the news of the past ten years with that bunch I walked on down the hill. I heard quite a commotion and saw that it came from a group of men standing at the bottom of the hill. I took special notice and recognized them to be some of my old High School Cronies. I had a hard time trying to distinguish one from another at that distance for they had certainly improved with age. I walked farther down thinking I might hear what all the talking was about. I heard some one say “Harland Shane, what are you doing?” and Shane began telling all about the Life Insurance Company for which he was agent. “Why ! did you know that eleven million people are killed or injured yearly in this country or thirty thousand every day?” And that out of one hundred men at the age of 25, 64 are living at the age or 55. And that out of these 64, 54 are dependent on someone else. No hour of the day is free of menace: 171 are injured or killed from falling off the bed. Two hundred sixty-three are injured from slipping in the bathtub and 532 are injured by falling on the pavement and through trap doors. The idea of no insurance; why men you are crazy. Let me sell you one of my policies.” But none of the men seemed interested in buying insurance policies. I continued to stand there thinking maybe I could gain even more knowledge as to what the Nineteen

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Robert Schamp acted as toastmaster and read several regrets from those who were not able to be there. One was from Mae Sheerlein, who had cabled from Paris that she was dated to sing for the Radio that night and saying how sorry she was that she could not be present. Another was from Ethel Crofoot whose telegram stated that she was sorry but that her business detained her. I heard later that she was con- nected with the Women’s Welfare League at Washington. Another was from William Sohl’s secretary, saying that Professor Sohl had promised to address a convention of scientists and would not be able to be present. Bill was now the William Sohl’s secretary, saying that Professor Sohl had promised to address a Professor of Science at Boston University. We were all very sorry these members of our class could not be with us but thought that only three absent out of forty was not a bad beginning. We had a delightful program and each of the members who had fallen by the wayside only to pick out a husband or a wife was asked to introduce said partner. Those that took part in this exercise were Irene Wilber, Mildred Rodgers, and William Tompkins. We congratulated them and wished them ever- lasting happiness. Robert asked if we had found out what everyone else was doing and that if we hadn’t he would ask those members to stand up and tell us how their Father Time had dealt with them. I hadn’t found out what Verna Perkins or Mildred Leatherman or Elizabeth Buttolph was doing. So they were asked to stand and confess their sins. Verna said she was teaching Bookkeeping in Spencerian Business School and Mildred said she was engaged to teach Domestic Science in the Dayton Schools. Elizabeth owned and managed the Westfield Inn at LeRoy. After this we sang several of our old High School songs and voted to hold another reunion in five years. I certainly felt as I watched them all leave that our motto was a good one: Our aim — Success; our hope — to win. Senior Class Poem Farewell, our Alma Mater dear, Your worth to us is growing clear, To you we came so meek and scared, And oft we wonder how we dared, But you our fragile forms have spared Medina High! Medina High! Your discipline was for our good, Alas, just now it’s understood, Your mandates, your refining fires, Which kindled our unharnessed ires, Within us now a love inspires, Medina High! Medina High! Our brains are brimming with your lore, And still there’s room for myriads more. This we will glean in life’s stern school While Father Time lays down the rule Whereof its discipline seems so cruel. Medina High! Medina High! Our happiest days with you have been, Could we but live them o’er again, What we have writ on memory’s walls, What has resounded thru her halls We’ll live again as sunset falls. Medina High! Medina High! To faculty we homage bring, Your praises we will ever sing, Our motto under you has been “Our Aim, Success; Our Hope, to Win,” In life’s turmoil will be again. Medina High! Medina High! Twenty-One