Medina High School - Medinian Yearbook (Medina, OH)

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M E D I N I A N Class Prophecy Having finished my work for the day, I had leaned hack in my chair, folded my hands as a man of leisure and had given over my mind to the rather proud contempla- tion of the shiny black letters on the door, which, read from the outside, formed the words; — DONALD CHASE President Private Office when, suddenly, I was caused to realize my responsibility as president of the Fourth Federal Reserve Bank at Cleveland, Ohio, by having a telegram thrust under my nose by the customary freckled faced office boy. Opening it I found that I had re- ceived word from the government that I was to spend the next month visiting the other Federal Reserve Banks. On June 1, 1950 I arrived in Boston. Passing up the main street, I had my attention attracted by some very harmonious strains of music issuing from the open doorway of a large building which I supposed to be an auditorium. I entered and readily recognized Richard Warner leader of the Boston Symphony Orchestra. Glancing at the other members of the orchestra, I recognized Vernon Blanchard, who was reputed to be the greatest bassoon player in the world. The next day I left for New York. Upon arriving in the city I bought an eve- ning paper. The first thing that caught my eyes was “Bagley, ‘Wall Street Finan- cier’ is leaving for Europe to investigate economic conditions there.” Reading the article I found that he had left his business in charge of his partner, Ted McDowell, and his private secretary Helen Hammett. My next stop was Philadelphia. When boarding the train from New York to Philadelphia, I heard some one say, “Hello, Chase.” Looking around I saw Albert Abrams. He told me that he was traveling salesman for the Curtis Publishing Com- pany. While walking along one of the streets of Philadelphia, I came to the Methodist Church, the largest church in the city, I heard a wonderful baritone voice which sound- ed familiar. Entering the church I was greatly surprised to find that the voice be- longed to Robert Searles. He told me later that he was travling with the Redpath Company and was soon to start a company of his own. When the preacher started his sermon I said to myself, “Where have I heard that voice before?” Listening more attentively I finally recognized it to be that of Rev. Clayton Bates. He had changed somewhat in appearance having acquired a moustache, but he was still very much the same Clayton, former scholar of M. H. S. Again I boarded the train, this time for Chicago. The International Automobile races were to be held there the next month. Hall Kellogg had entered the races, driving for the Hupmobile Company. While there I visited the University of Chicago and found that Helen East- wood was Dean of Women and that Kathleen Ziegler was teacher of Home Eco- nomics. As time was passing rapidly, I left Chicago for Colorado by aeroplane. I stopped Twenty-Four

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MEDINIAN ■ ' Senior Class Poem Too soon for us has come the day When we must leave our school-mates dear, And deep in our heart it leaves, Memories of our High School cheer. We hardly know what we will do, Or where our future lies, But we sincerely hope and pray, It will not break these ties. The future holds in store for us, Things we do not know, For some of us will plug along, And others make a show. But High School days are over, As far as we’re concerned. And we do surely hope and trust Our courses we have learned. Our tasks are here before us, And now we must begin, Let us obey the call we hear, For vict’ry we must win. So here is to our High School, That we truly do adore, We hope that she’ll succeed As she always has before. Clayton Bate? Class Song Tune: “When You and I were Seventeen” — (Key of E flat) Not at the top but climbing is the motto of our class, We’ve striven hard to do our best in every deed and task, The memories of our dear old school will ever be in view, We hope to always think of her in every thing we do. Richard Warner Twenty-Three

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MEDINIAN to see the Grand Canyon and when I registered at the hotel the woman at the desk asked me if I wasn’t an M. H. S. graduate. After telling her that I was she said she was Mabel Leavitt. She told me that she and her friend Emma Bennett had estab ' lished a good business there and were quite successful. A few days later I boarded the train for Hollywood, California. There I met George Gable, who told me that he had joined the movies and was Harold Lloyd’s rival, and was considered the fifth best actor in the United States. The next part of my trip took me to Minneapolis. I was now on my return trip. Arriving at Minneapolis I noticed a very unusual but effective lighting system in the Union Station. I inquired of one of the men at the station how they had obtained such a system. He told me that a very skillful electrician by the name of Theodore Wyer, from Cleveland, Ohio, had drawn up the plans and had installed the system. Mr. Wyer, he told me, was also a manufacturer of radios. I boarded the steamship to return to Cleveland by the Great Lakes. On board I was welcomed by the captain who proved to be none other than Roger Johnson. He said that he had graduated from Annapolis Naval Academy. While on the ship I met Mrs. — formerly Ruth Dalzell, who had been visiting relatives back in Minneapolis. She told me that Luella Gilbert, Head of the Patent Office had granted Iva Crofoot a patent on a new kind of sweeper which was guaranteed to take the lint off the ceiling as well as sweeping the floors, and that the Porter, Seller, Amheiser Company were sole agents for Miss Crofoot’s new inven- tion. When I reached Cleveland I still had some time left. Since I had met so many of the Class of ’26, my curiosity was aroused and I wanted to know what the others were doing. Knowing that quite a few of the class were in Cleveland I began to look them up. I entered Strong’s Charity Hospital which had been founded by Irwin Strong former scholar of M. H. S., now having the reputation of being the best doctor this side of the Mississippi. Here I found Audrey Lance head nurse and Florence John- son, her assistant. While I was walking down Euclid Avenue, I noticed a sign ’’Freeman and Tooker Milliner’s.” Oh, yes, this must be Eleanor and Violet who were always .the first to get the latest style in hats. Eleanor and Violet informed me that Mildred Pritchard and Ethel Woodruff were running a beauty parlor in Pittsburgh and that they were noted for giving perfect marcels and permanent waves. They also told me that Elizabeth Thiele was a star basketball player and was then playing for the Newman Stearn Team of Cleveland, formerly playing with some team in New York, and that Helen Novak was teacher of Shorthand and Typewriting in Dyke Business College and she employed Agnes Lentz as assistant instructor. As I was walking along Superior Avenue I stopped to gaze into a very interesting and attractive little Art Shop window. I was suddenly startled by a voice shouting “Watch out below.” I glanced up to see a bucket of paint hurtling through the air in my direction. I stepped aside just in time and was ready to call down the man on the scaffold above me for his carelessness, when I discovered that he was a she Twenty -Five