Medina High School - Medinian Yearbook (Medina, OH)

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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

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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 MEDINIAN From the manager’s office the picture went to the lobby of the hotel. Much to our surprise we found three famous specialists talking over their experience. “Thelma,” said one, “Do you remember how you and Alda used to cut periods to work in the kitchen?” “Listen, here, Pauline Hopkins,” replied Thelma, “You cut just as many periods as we did.” We were just getting interested in the conversation when the globe thought it was getting too warm and changed its view to New York. Here we saw several of our musical classmates; Howard King, Metropolitan Opera Star and world’s greatest tenor, was making his debut in Carnegie Hall. Ev England, leader of the famous Medinians, was playing at the Ritzmore Cafe. I am sorry to say that none of the original orchestra is left but the pianist. Wayne Kendall was next leading the New York Symphony, in its last performance of the successful year. The globe permitted us to hear each one of these friends long enough to convince us that they had succeeded. The globe then journeyed to a little studio on Fifth Avenue. In this studio we saw Bluebell Ruse, painting a picture of John Greif, the world’s best model. The scene next changed to the stage. To our surprise we saw Ed Yost the last word in Shakespearian acting, playing the difficult part of Hamlet. In the aud- ience we ran across Idabelle Lackey and Earl Lance who made the screen famous in their picture, “Just Between You and Me.” From the drama the scene shifted to the vaudeville stage. Here we saw Paul Borger and Bob Cain fulfilling the ambition of their high school days by carrying out the work of the original Two Black Crows. In the next act we were surprised to see Fred Snyder in a clever monologue that kept the house roaring, most of the time. The globe blurred; it spoke before it cleared. We heard a laugh that we so often hear in Assembly on Friday morning — we knew it to be that of Tom Mun- son. As the globe cleared we saw people flocking around the famous 18.1 baulk line billard player. He had just defeated the former champion, Willie Kern. We learned later that Willie was a noted designer of women’s hats and gowns. In the crowd was Rufus Kindig, great basketball star; Norman Barry, manager of the Cleveland Indians; Fredda Musch, who holds the world’s record in long distance swimming; Helen Cole, the fastest on the basketball floor; William Miller, Olympic Star; Russell Beck, world known polo player. We grew weary of sitting in such a tense position and got up to relax. As we were sitting in such a weary state the evening paper was brought in. We were surprised to see the headlines: LINDBERGH’S WIFE, THE FORMER DOROTHY KENNEDY, MAKES FIRST NON STOP FLIGHT AROUND THE WORLD Reading on through the story, we found that Irene Kraver had sponsored the flight. Turning to the picture section we saw a photograph of Rev. Wilbur Frank and wife. Twenty -Three