Medina High School - Medinian Yearbook (Medina, OH)

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THE MEDINIAN The friendships that we have formed here will not be soon forgotten nor will their influence soon vanish from our lives. It has been said that a man may be known by the company he keeps — merely another way of saying to what an extent our lives are molded by those with whom we are intimate. It is probable that never again will we assemble with our roll complete, but that need bring no great regret. The best part of a friendship in after years may not be to meet that friend again — for changes are inevitable and bring subtle disappointment — but to live over again in thought the days that we spent together in old M. H. S. As we pass out of these portals tonight the world lies before us. A band of modern Don Quixotes, we are ready to set out to conquer the earth. For some of us there may be more years of preparation; others of us go directly into life. But for none of us have our days of learning ended, for as we live we will learn. And for all of us the plunge will come sooner or later. There are many fields that lie open. Now, no one is limited in the choice of what he will do. We will find, too, as we work, that it is only at the foot of the ladder that the throng is; it is never crowded at the top. Science, with its mysteries of mechanics and power that have made possible the automobile and the airplane and will make possible in the future greater things, beckons to the alert and open-minded. The professions, medicine, dentistry, law, call for boys and girls — the raw materials of men and women — who are eager to make men a healthier and hap- pier race. Teaching, with its chance at young minds in the plastic stage, holds an oppor- tunity for those who would try their hand at reforming what is bad by means of cultivating only the good, at a time when impressions are lasting. There is a need, too, for honest men in business and commerce. Homes call for educated women who are trained to do their job wisely and well. After we have learned to govern ourselves a wider field will open for us in helping our fellowmen. In these times of world agitation and unrest there is a great need for honest men in politics. Let us hope, too, that from our ranks may be recruited an artist or musician, for the world has want of the beautiful on its way. But whatever the goal we may finally reach, however different from that we now plan, may we always remember that it is not so much the end that we reach as it is the spirit with which we pursue that end, that counts. “Not failure but low aim is crime.” 1 1 “Life is a mirror of png and slave, It is just what we are and do, i : So then, give to the world the best you have And the best will come bac to you.” Twenty-One

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THE MEDINI AN Valedictory By Ellen Nichols Friends and Classmates: We cannot but have some few regrets as we gather here this evening to bid farewell to our high school days. A part of our lives is forever gone with the sun that set today. Wish as we may, we cannot retrace the steps we have now taken. As Omar said in Persia many years ago: The moving finger writes, and having writ Moves on; nor all our piety nor wit Shall lure it bac to cancel half a line, Tfor all our tears blot out a word of it. But after all, this is not a time for vain regrets for the things we have left undone. It is rather a time to take stock of the things we have accomplished during our four years here. It is a time to cast up our accounts and to note the balance we have left. Of course, it is to be hoped, we have gained some little knowledge of books. Books contain a vast treasure of wisdom because ' in them are collected the great thoughts of great men down through the ages. They give us, at once, in a compact form, the benefit of the united experience of hundreds of men through hundreds of years. The study of their successes and failures and of the knowledge they acquired may serve to set our starting-point a little farther along the road. Perhaps even more important than book-knowledge, although it is not listed in the school curriculum, is the experience we have accumulated for ourselves. Knowl- edge handed down and learned by rote is all very well, but it will never be so real, so vital to us as that, that we slowly sift out of the bumps and knocks life gives us. Education — a happy combination of these two — is important to a full and com- plete life. It gives us a wider window on life and teaches us tolerance — an apprecia- tion of the other fellow and his work although they both may be as far as the poles from us and the ideal for which we are striving. It will be one small step towards progress when men learn to really know their fellowmen and the good that is inevitably in them. Our contacts during high school days will always remain one of the most precious memories among our souvenirs. We owe a debt of gratitude that will never be paid to our teachers who have borne with us thus long; and who, along with lessons in the intricacies of English, Latin and Math, have taught us invaluable lessons in the art of living. If they have been often discouraged by our seeming insensibility to good counsel, may they find consolation in remembering that practice is always more potent than preaching. Twenty

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Class Prophecy By Robert F. Flammer “Well, old classmate, I remarked to my friend, as we sat lazily in front of the fire in his London home, “It was just twenty years ago tonight that we were graduated from Dear Old Medina High School. “Yes,” he replied, “I was just thinking of that, myself, and how I would like to see what each one of our classmates is occupied in doing now.” Being busy with our own thoughts, neither one of us spoke for some time. This period of recalling fond memories was broken by a soft feminine voice. “Cal, dear,” came the voice from the hall, “May I come in?” “Certainly, Onnolee, come right on in.” The door opened and Mrs. Edwards came into the room followed by a servant carrying a large square box. “Cal, she said, “I heard you talking about Medina, and our schoolmates and knowing that there was a Hindu in the neighborhood that knew the ways of magic, I sought him out and rented his magic globe for the evening. By looking into this globe, we will be able to see what every one of the Class of ' 28 is doing tonight. “Onnolee, that is an excellent idea. This will be a pleasant evening for the three of us.” After taking the globe from the box and placing it upon the table, we seated ourselves around it. Then Onnolee spoke the few magic words that the Hindu had taught her and we proceeded on our adventure. The first place that appeared on the globe was Washington, D. C., the White House came into view and on the steps was President Charles Smith, entertain ' ing his sister, Pauline, and her husband, the Prince of Wales. As we followed them into the house, our eyes were greeted by Ellen Nichols, President of the World’s Literary Society, and wife of the famous senator, Mr. Snyder. As the group was talking, the President’s private secretary, Mabel Rickert, brought him a message from the office. With this the group disappeared into the mansion. From the White House the scene shifted to the William’s Hotel, the world’s largest. In the manager’s office we saw Horace Williams, the owner, talking to Paul Rodgers, United States’ Ambassador to France. Just then a thought struck me. “Wait,” I said, “Of course, you remember Stanbery Nichols. He is now a second Thomas Edison — I saw him at my club this afternoon and he might be able to hook some kind of a device on the globe so that we might hear what our classmates are saying.” I went to the phone and luckily J found him in. I told him what we wanted and he assured me that he could easily arrange it. He was at the house in about fifteen minutes and in a short time he had the globe talking. The four of us then re ' sumed our tour. Twenty-Two