Medina High School - Medinian Yearbook (Medina, OH)

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Twenty-Three MEDINI AN Never was there such joy and pride as the day we entered the high school as seniors. With dignified step and compressed lips we took our places for the last lap of the journey that would place us “Out of School Life and into Life’s School.” Our boys took part in the football games and came off with many victories as well as many defeats, not to mention many bruises and the loss of much cuticle. Others of our number entered the baseball field and were cheered and hissed by turns as they made home runs and fanned out. We sponsored the largest and best lecture course ever put on by Medina High School. This was made possible through the increased fa- cilities of the new high schoo l. We determined to present to the people a great and wonderful play wherein each was to act what he was not. We chose as the sacrifice the play, “Back Again, Home Town.” At one of those senior meetings which are much desired because they break the usual monotony, we elected our class officers viz : President, Dean Oatman ; Secretary, Alline Nettleton ; and Treasurer, Roy Thomas. Later with our usual good sense we selected our class motto, “Simplicity, Sincerity and Service,” “S” being our favorite letter; class colors, pink and white, and class flower, pink rose. For twelve years we have eaten the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge, sixty-two strong, and take our place in the ranks of those who are doing useful things in the world. Senior Class Poem By Pearl Hoddinott “At Leaving” The lingering melody floats away And leaves our heart alon e, But still may brighten some duller day, Tho hushed its mellow tone. Reluctant when the last page’s turned, The book is laid aside, Yet with its lessons we have learned, It still may be our guide. The rose whose odor filled the soul, When wilted’s thrown away, Yet spurs us onward toward our goal And cheers our trembled way. The song of bird, and sunset’s glow, And landscape’s subtle charm, And all the beauties earth can show, Keep hearts forever warm. So now we greet in friendship’s name, — There is no nobler joy: A classmate’s touch now lights a flame That time cannot destroy. And now the time has come to part, Our high school days are o’er; But fondest memories will impart Glad hope forever more.

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M E D I N I A N Twenty-Two Class History 1925 j By Alline Netteton It has been said that history repeats itself, but it is doubtful if the history of the class of ’25 could ever be equaled. Twelve years ago with high I. Q’s and eager to learn, we were ushered into the kindergarten department. Promotion followed promotion and after seven and one-half years we found ourselves 8 A’s. After a few finishing touches Miss Wheatley sent us on again to higher learning. It seems a long, long time ago that we entered the old high school, for the boys wore knee trousers and the girls were in short dresses, yes, even shorter than they are now. It was on a bright and peaceful September morning when we, with hands and faces lately washed and hair arranged in latest fashions ascended the steps to M. H. S. The Seniors intended that we should entertain them with our awkwardness and ignorance. We were arrayed on the platform and initiated by “Dutch” Hemmeter. Alas, for poor “Dutch” and the Seniors instead of finding us a bunch of dumb- bells they opened their eyes in amazement at our charm of manner and ready wit. We had entered a new world and found our surroundings most novel and interesting. At first we seemed lost and were unaccustomed to the new rules. Each teacher seemed uglier than each of the others and tried to see how unbearable they could make life for the Freshmen. After a time we learned it was not manners on their part but what They pleased to call discipline. The Sophomores, who had recently been the begin- ners now felt a superiority and paternal love for the “freshies.” They de- ceivingly tried to teach us the game of skipping classes, sliding down ban- isters, writing notes and gossiping in the hallways. But luck did not al- ways prevatt and as a result there were after-school parties in Professor Wagner’s office semi-occasionally. With what a different air we entered as proud, domineering, sopho- mores to that of the preceding year as humble and timid freshmen. There came into our midst a great number of freshmen whose greenness could never be discribed. We remembered our savage reception and therefore with untroubled conscience th ey were treated likewise. Then our spirits rejoiced and we were exceedingly glad. Many were our triumphs as sophomores. Our young nobles felt their muscles strengthening and went forth with brave hearts to the battle of “base” and “foot” ball. We felt society calling and with various teachers as chaperons we enjoyed several parties. We took an increased interest in all high school activities. As we entered the Junior class the world seemed to expand and our greatness enlarged in our estimation. We gave only the most pitying glances at the poor freshmen and barely nodded to the “sophs” as we be- longed to the upper ten. It would take a volume to write the history of that junior year. We edited the “Medinian” the annual year book of Medina High School. We contributed bright and shining stars to the or- chestra, glee club, ball diamond, debating team — in fact we entered every field of intellectual endeavor and won laurels beyond all calculation.

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M E D INI AN T iventy-Four Class Prophecy By Ralph Schlechty As chief draftsman, I had just finished putting my 0. K. on a drawing and glanced up to make sure of the date. What, surely not June 9, 1940? How time flies. Why, it seems only a short time since, with a diploma in my hand, I left old Medina High. And now June 9. How well do I remember — My dreams were suddenly in- terrupted by the piping voice of a messenger boy, and relieving him of a telegram, I I hastily tore it open. It was an invitation to a reunion of the Class of ’25 given back in Medina. It would not do to be absent, so after explaining matter to the manager, Rex Van, he gladly gave me permission to go. Rex had made wonderful progress since leaving high school and I considered myself indeed fortunate in having him for my employer. The following afternoon I boarded an air liner manned by Harry Eckert, and bidding Chicago good-bye, started east. Since Harry had great influence with the company, it was no trouble for him to get off to attend the reunion. As I stopped off at Cleveland, I saw a city car with “Medina” in large bold letters on it, and boarding it in a confusion of thoughts, found my old home town was now a suburb of the city. How strange things seemed. I was fairly lost in what was once the village of Medina. Walking down Broadway, my eyes fell upon a sign reading, “Snyder- Winters- Aylard, Attorneys at Law.” Oh, yes, I remember having recently read about these famous lawyers winning an important case against the state. Turning west at third street, I beheld a magnificant candy kitchen with proprietor Oatman standing in the doorway. It was getting late and I started for a large building that had all the outward appearances of a hotel. As I registered, a lady inquired as to whether or not I had ever lived in this town. After satisfying her that I had, she extended her hand and I found myself shaking hands with the half owner of the hotel, Faye Lance. She said that she and her sister, Hilda, had estab- lished a good business. After spending a night of much needed rest, I partook of a light breakfast and started out to find a barber shop. Seeing the well-known sign of one a little ways down the street, I thought I would be the first one in, but upon stepping through the doorway, I certainly was surprised to find Glen Beck already in the chair. The fact that he was very busy as a radio salesman, accounted for his being there so early. Although street cars ran in every direction, I preferred to Walk, and passing over a huge viaduct, I saw the sign. “Snyder and Benedict, Manufacturers.” Of course I remembered those men and decided to go down to the factory. I was cordially welcomed at the office and learned that they had the exclusive right to manufacture nonblotable fountain pens. They gladly showed me through the plant, which re- quired considerable time as it covered nearly ten acres. Buying a newspaper outside, I saw in one corner, “Fulton and Kindig publishers.” Oh yes, that must be Edna and Nora who were always the first ones to get the latest happenings. Getting a fine lunch consisting of “College Inn Bean Sprouts,” “Chicken a la King,” and “Idaho Baked Potatoes,” at Kavanaugh’s restaurant, I started back toward the hotel. On my way there a car stopped near me, and I instantly recognized those who were in ’25, Frances Bowman, Dorothy Bagley, and Alverta Munson. As their “hubbies” were out of town on business, they were spending their time on the golf links. On crossing a busy street, I was waved back by a traffic cop who would easily have measured six feet three. He seemed in some way familiar, and after study- ing his figure for a few minutes, I came to the conclusion that it must be Charles Romig. I rested a while and donning my full dress suit, I caught a taxi for the high school building. Many improvements had been made and in reality it seemed like a changed building. The auditorium was nearly filled with the Class of ’40 as our hosts, and many of the veterans of ’25. “Pug” Abbott met me just inside the door and said that his partner, Ernest Vance, would be there as soon as he had placed a man in charge of the milkingmachines on their dairy farm. I was then hailed by the world’s most noted pharmacist, Prof. Young, who with his secretary, Vivian Hatch, had journeyed from New York. Yes, I remembered him from his picture always accom- panying the advertisements of the “Young and Co. Drug Stores.” Of course the party was for the purpose of renewing old acquaintances and that