Medina High School - Medinian Yearbook (Medina, OH)

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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

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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 Will By MILDRED COLE Mr. President, Friends: Forty of us about to die, what a sad, sad fate. Contrary to the usual custom in such cases, and only at the behest of my noble client, Class 1924, I have called you together, before her death, to hear her will and to receive her gifts. I was persuaded to this action by the unusual circumstances of my client. I dread to tell you, but be calm : The Doctor is here ready to revive all fainting ones, but he cannot attend too many. Here is my secret, keep it well! A consultation of Doctors was called on Friday, May the thirtieth. They have announced that on Thursday, June the fifth, Class 1924 must die. Had I known how badly you would feel, no one, not even the President, could have dragged this secret from me. My client wishes me to state that, owing to a lightn ess in the head, caused by its gradual swelling during the past four years, and a heaviness in the heart caused by thoughts of parting, she may be mistaken in the value of her estate, but such as she thinks she has, she gives to you. “THE WILL” We, the Class of “1924” being about to leave this sphere, in full possession of sound mind, memory and understanding, do make and publish this our last will and testament. First, we do direct that our funeral services shall be conducted by our friends and well-wishers, the faculty. We, the Class of 1924, do dispose of our estate as follows: Item 1 : We give and bequeath to the faculty many restful nights and peaceful dreams. We promise them rest from all they have had to suffer from the Class of Twenty-four. Item 2: We give and bequeath to the Freshman Class the following advice, which will lead them to glory : learn to work if not to win ; development comes sooner through bearing failures than successes. It isn’t fun but look at Class Twenty-four and be encouraged. Item 3: We give and bequeath to the Junior Class our seats in the Senior Room. Let every member show his gratitude for the gift by being promptly in his seat each morning. To them also we give our Senior dignity, which, we are afraid, will be a strain upon the nerves and muscles of the gay and flighty Juniors. In addition to the said general bequests we wish to dispose of the following from individual members of the deceased Class. I, Erastus Simmons, bequeath my ability to skip school and not appear on the absent list to Ralph Reutter. I, William Tompkins, bequeath my ability to sell fried cakes to Glendon Schaefer. I, George Porter, bequeath to Mr. Barnes one package of cucumber seeds which will grow cucumbers so large that it is impossible to tell them from watermelons. I, Mae Sheerlein, bequeath my vocal talent to “Pug” Abbott. I, Rae White, bequeath to Violet Betz my position as office girl and public stenographer. I, Robert Schamp, bequeath about two feet of my altitude to our abbreviated teacher, also a well-caked pipe to be smoked only in the furnace room to Mr. Ruth. I, Bernice Campbell, bequeath my gracefulness to Myrle Porter. I, Helen Nold, bequeath to Roy Kinch my ability to get “E” in Civics. I, Amherst Spitzer, bequeath my surplus amount of “Glossy Finish” for my hair to Mr. Conkle, providing he uses it at least once a week. Twenty-Two