Medina High School - Medinian Yearbook (Medina, OH)

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The MEDINIAN Thus, with such a good foundation, we, the Seniors, ought to be ready to start to build the frame work of life in such a manner that we might all become a credit, not a debit, to our school and town. We have finished our high school work in order to begin life ' s work. According to our motto, “We finish to begin.” Life is a mere succession of tasks. We finish one so as to begin another. Perhaps we might say finishing high school is the first stepping stone to success. But don’t think for a moment that it is success, for it is not. We may liken it to a little town on the road to a city. We could stop here but we would be a long way from the city which is our destination. It would be perhaps just a refueling station. A place to buy gasoline but nothing more. So it is with graduating. We could stop here if we wished, but surely it would not be our destination, and who wants to stop before they reach their goal? Our goal is “success,” and success is reaching the top. So if we would reach the top we cannot stop along the wayside to play. Some might say why try to reach the top, there isn’t room for you there anyway. It is over- crowded now. But this is not so. There is always room at the top. It is at the ' bottom where it is crammed to the utmost. But whatever our goal of success may be, let us hope that we will be remembered for our services to society at large, whether it be in the political, business, economic, or professional fields of life. Now, as we are about to leave this part of our life and realise that our high school days will, hereafter, be as mere recollections, we wish to bid you one and all a sin- cere farewell. Class Song ' 30 (Tunes Highways are Happy Ways) Schools days are happy days Urging each to make a name. School days and happy ways Make characters that lead to fame. And when we’ve parted and the years follow along, May we each profit from all our teaching and song, As youth is the pattern time For the years that are to come. Sara Louise Denton. Twenty-One

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The MEDINIAN Valedictory By Ruth Ewing Friends and Classmates: At last Commencement night is here, the night to which we, the Seniors, have looked forward for so long a time. All the years of our school life our energies have been, consciously or unconsciously directed toward this hour of graduation. From our earliest days we have looked upon this day as the culmination of our ambitions — the end of all our aspirations — the realization of our ideals. To this end we have studied and worked and planned. Now the hour to which we have ' so long looked forward has arrived. As we pause to think for a m oment before taking the next step, we must naturally express our regret for some misspent hours and misdirected energies. Some of us wish that we had tried to appreciate our schooling more than we did, while all of us dread the thought of having to sever our relations with dear old Medina High School. Yet, despite these regrets, for the most part these have been happy, busy, welbspent days. Of course, we, one and all, feel we could live them more fully and completely if we were permitted to repeat them. But, alas that is the way of life, the past is gone, we cannot recall it; but how wonderful it is that we have the future before us, offering us endless opportunities for accomplishment. Truly, we have finished but to begin. But on this threshold of a larger, broader, fuller life — of another and greater existence, we must find some point in the distance far ahead toward which to direct our future activities. The time has now come when we must lay aside the trivial affairs of childhood days and begin to think about more serious things. The time has come when we must choose our profession if we haven’t already done so, that we may be ready to conquer life’s problems as they confront us. Some of us must start out in life with just our high school education; while others, who are more fortunate, are to better their educa- tion by going to college. But which ever way, I feel confident that all of us realize that we can give to the world no worthy accomplishment or worth-while service unless we carry within ourselves sufficient will-power, purpose, and industry to enable us to continue our growth and development. Along with this we must carry in our hearts and minds high aims and noble ambitions. For it has been said “Not failure, but low aim, is crime.” We must aim for something or we will never reach anything. As Rob- ert Browning says: “A man’s reach must exceed his grasp or what’s a heaven for?” However high they may aim, or however successful they may be, may the members of our class never be so unfortunate as to fully realize the accomplishment of all their high ideals. Let us hope that our ideals may grow higher and broader, more rapidly than our ability to realize them. Our school has done much toward fitting us for life’s work. It has helped to mold our character and mind. We have made many friends here, with both our classmates and teachers. We have been treated, one and all, in a fair and square way. Our faculty have taken a keen interest in us and have helped to bring out whatever good qualities we may possess. Twenty

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The MEDINIAN Senior Class Prophecy By John Wyman It was Tuesday, May 15, 1950. But to me it was just another day. Day in and day out I sat in my office doing my regular routine of work. Being the head of the Consolidated Oil Co., a merger of the Standard and Shell and Refiners, my time was well occupied. Nine-thirty to ten I opened my mail; so I started, in my hurried and rapid fashion, till I came upon a formal looking letter. Probably an invitation to the Vanderbilt’s house party and, as usual, I would pass it up. But for curiosity’s sake I opened it. And, lo and behold! It was an invitation to the Alumni Banquet of 1950. I had lost track of a Class of Thirty. I sat back in my easy office chair and thought what a thrill it had given me to graduate and join the Alumni Association. There came into my head an idea, that it would be a wonderful plan to get the class together and go in a body to the banquet in two of my new air liners. I rang the bell for my secretary and told her to open lines to the telephone office for private use and not to permit business to disturb us for two hours. Gosh! That was two hundred dollars worth of my time, but for the Class of “30” it was worth it. Let’s see — Roy Williams was president. Yes, I’ll call Roy. But where? “My business directory, Ruth, (Ruth Ewing was my secretary) look up Williams, Roy. What! Why, our own attorneys. Call him and ask for a list of the graduating class of “30”. There were sixty-three in our class; where will they be, what will they be, and what will they be doing? Well, here goes; I’ll call them. I’ll go right down the list.” “L. Abbott, sure, Selzer Abbott, Employment Agency. Next, Armbruster, noted explorer, just back from Africa. Oh yes, there is Brandow, leader of the Hick Town three piece jazz band at Poe. Eleanor and Eloise Beedle. Where have I heard the name of Beedle before? Beedle and Beedle, designers and dress makers, that’s where my wife got those new dresses for two thousand dollars apiece and charged them, after I had told her not to run bills. Who’s next, Ruth? — Escott? Didn ' t Lefty marry Ella Mae Tibbitts? Lefty Escott — football was Lefty’s sport. Football, by Jove! Isn’t there an Escott coach at Notre Dame? Yes, Sir, that’s Lefty and Ella Mae. I always knew Lefty would make a coach with Ella Mae to drive him on. Who follows Lefty? Herb Carsten! I saw that name in the morning paper. A murder in the paper too this morning, gee, that can’t be Herb. Ruth, get me a paper. Here it is, Herb Carsten knocks off 18 yesterday. When the New York Giants beat the Cleve- land Indians. That’s old Herbie all right, still knocking ’em off. Next one, Ruth. Crandall is working in a confectionery in Medina. Curtis — Dot is a social secretary to John D. Rockefeller, Jr. What’s after Dot? Dake — Oh yes, Lawrence Dake, noted physicist at Ohio State. Homer Davis? Ruth, look in file 36, section 50 on personal interest. Opera tickets. Oh yes! Homer Davis, famous opera star at the Opera House this week. Boy, what luck we’re having. Who follows the Opera man? Sara Denton? To be sure, Sara and Corky. Yes sir! In Cleveland, Hoff Music Emporium. Hoff will make good ’cause Sara always could control him.” ’Who’s next Ruth? Max Dougherty. To be sure, pool champion of the world. Good for Max. He learned at Eddie’s Pool Room where the gang always used to Twenty ' Two