Medina High School - Medinian Yearbook (Medina, OH)

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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

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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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I, Leora Tompkins, bequeath to Miss Farnum my family comb which has caused many of the tardy marks in the Senior room. I, Robert Gable, bequeath to Miss Phillips my snappy stories, providing she reads them one at a time and does not pass them around to the rest of the teachers. I, Verna Perkins, bequeath my simplicity and quietness to Dorothy Bagley. I, Erwin Eastwood, bequeath my ability to get a date in five minutes’ notice to Tom Rowe. I, Lura Pelton, bequeath my ability to get “E” in deportment to Francis Bowman. J, Ethel Crofoot, bequeath to Mr. Case my abiility to always greet you with a smile. I, Irene Wilber, bequeath my ability to play basketball to Bessie Armbruster. I, Wayne Wheeler, bequeath my ability to help daddy milk the cows and feed the chickens to Ted McDowell. I, Pauline Fisher, bequeath my generous smile and my ability to carry on a conversation at all times to Nellie Short. I, Kathrine Gayer, bequeath my “specks” to any Freshman who cannot see the paper on the assembly room floor when told to pick it up. I, Helen Ridiker, bequeath my shingle bob to Grace Taylor. I, Walter Roshon, bequeath to Ernest Vance my daily lecture from Miss Phillips, and one football suit to Miss Drake. I, “Tiny” Perkins, bequeath one pair of perfectly good trousers of fine quality to “Fat” Nichols. I, Esther Freeman, bequeath to Jacy Kernan one dimple, and my ability to flirt to Maxine Fulmer. I, Ethel Clement, bequeath my ability of being late at least 14 times a month and keeping off the tardy list to Albert Slabaugh. I, William Sohl, bequeathed to Jay Lash a pair of “size 151 2 shoes”, and my ability to play the piano to Arnold Overholt. I, Mildred Rodgers, bequeath one good gray mare, not over 50 years of age, to any Freshman who desires a convenient way of going to and from school. I, Lauraette Sedwick, bequeath to Emma Curtis my ability to sell Kirk’s Flake White Soap. I, Laurence Maple, bequeath one position as baseball catcher to “Dick” Warner. I, Dorothy Greisinger, bequeath my ability to ride horseback to Anna Cisler. I, Harlan Shane, bequeath my seat in the office to Phillip Holmes, and my ability to be late to football practice and games to Ted McDowell. I, Robert Standen, bequeath one package of unused cigarettes to Mr. Bauer. I, Elizabeth Ruttolph, bequeath my ability to argue to Geniveve Winters. I, Maynard Halliwell, bequeath my ability to go to hard time dances for a nickle to “Dick” Cotner. I, Steve Komjati, bequeath my ability to sharpen butcher knives to “Harve” Kraver. I, Mildred Leatherman, bequeath my ability to hear all and say little to Ethel Woodruff. I, Lucile Hoff, bequeath my ability to play a tune on the typewriter to Alverta Munson. I, Aubrey Hoddinott, bequeath my perfect behavior to Wesley Barfoot. I,’ Sam Stoaks, bequeath my “Southern Dances” to Oliver Barry. I, Clayton Hartman, have no earthly possessions which I care to dispose of. i’ Mildred Cole, bequeath to any Junior the privilege of writing next year’s Class WiH. ’ , In Witness Whereof, We the Class of Twenty-four the testators, have to this our will, set our hand and seal, this fifth day of June, One thousand nine hundred twenty-four. - Twenty-Three