Monclova High School - Monclovian Yearbook (Monclova, OH)

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'I CLASS PROPHECY They told me I must prophesy, But I know not what to do, For I was not born a prophet, Anymore than one of you, I had spent the day in study, And in thinking, hard and deep So I now, all worn and weary, Lay me down and fell asleep. I had lain there but a moment, In that slumber, calm and sweet, When I rose refreshed and strengthened And I stepped out upon the street, But I very soon discovered, That I was in a strange place For I saw not one known figure, Nor an old familiar face. I was in a mammoth city, By the site of which I knew That old New York, the nations glory, would stand but a feeble show, Great skyscrapers all about me, Aeroplanes through the air, Wonders far beyond conception Here and there and averywherel I could scarce believe my senses When I saw the airship line. Bore the well known name of nMonclovan While the same gleamed from each sign, And my eyes were opened wider, Than they'd ever been before, When-I saw a slip of paper Dated 1954. While I puzzled o'er this problem Staring 'round with open eyes, Looking for someone to question Of this marvelous surprise, I beheld near me a lady, Coming on with footsteps, slow, And I thought I would accost her And learn what I wished to know. As she came to me still nearer, I thought I had seen that face, Somewhere else, yet could not put it In exactly its right place, But at last she stood before me, And all wonder vanished quite, 'Twas my old chum, Evelyn Wicks, And I met her with delight. It was strange that I should see her, For the change in her was great, She was very tall and slender, While she moved with queenly state, She seemed quite surprised to see me, Said I had been long away, And gave me an invitation To remain with her that day. Her kind offer I accepted, And she hailed a flying car, Which we boarded, skimming swiftly Through the ether, fast and far, I watched the conductor closely 'Twas a lady, large and stout, Fully able to assist the Passengers step in and out. As she took my fare she knew me, And stood pointing out strange sights Clara Mae thus had proven Her belief in womens' rights. On the car a dude was sitting Toying with a poodle small, why! 'twas Bill Barton! I scarcely Would have known the man at all. Soon we flitted past a corner That looked like old times to me, For it was the well known corner Where our High School used to bel Now the place was changed to show The Beers' factory, twenty stories high And I noticed a small fish stand There as we were passing by. And behind the greasy counter Stood a man I knew at sight, Yes, for it was William Woods Shouting WFishn with all his might. I looked out at him in wonder, For whoever would have thought That our old time brilliant president Could to such a task be brought. But the whole day brought surprises Mary Jane and Charlotte were dancing on the stage, Catherine was an opera singer. Leo a fiddler, and.quite the rage. Grace an artist, Jewell an author And an old maid, prim and neat, Earnest and.Wilma had grown so very heavy, Anti-fat was all they'd eat. Curly was an iceman With mammoth great big feet, Junior was a policeman Who wasn't very neat. They ran around together No one ever asks them why They'1l probably be old bachelors Until they die. By and by we reached the house Where Evelyn lived--her husband too. He was a traveling salesman, Paul Nallor Who would've thought it? Wou1d've you? I was very tired and sleepy, So I felt that it was best, To withdraw myself a little For an hour or two of rest.

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'rv-mr' -' Spangled Banner and under the scarlet and gray of our class banner. We are accomplished in all things. We have often proved to you how well we can sing, dance, read, recite, and perform in many entertaining ways before the public. We all like to do steady work under the tutorshlp of some person older than ourselves. we will appreciate it if you will kindly refrain from unkind insinuations along this line. Indeed, what we do not know has seemed to us to be scarcely worth the learning. what we do not Know has seemed to our teachers to be very much worth the learning. That may be one of the rea- sons why we know it, but we have nothing further to add along this line. We have within our ranks, Evelyn Wicks, the poet, Leo Armbruster, the musi- cian, Charlotte Franklin, the author, Robert Bowman, the lecturer, MaryJane Reid, the teacher, Merlin Hinkle, the amateur, Mary Strayer, the leader of a woman suffrage movement, William Barton, the historian, Clara Mae Bell, the singer, William woods, the farmer, Wilma Rinehart, the devoted housewife, Earnest Sasse, the scientist, Junior Black, the World's Famous Pitcher, Paul Nailor the debater, Catherine Mayhorn, a nurse, Grace Beers, another devoted housewife. I can tell you what they all are now, 'it doth not yet appear what they shall be.W But this, friends, is a subdued picture of the Class of 1935, crudely sketched from my present perspective. I did not use the brilliant colors of my imagination, lest I should lay myself open to the charge of undue self- appreciation or exaggeration. Far be it from our wish to run any such risk as that- Suffice it is to say that while the career of the Class has from the very beginning been glowing with color and brightness, it is only a glimpse of the great things it foreshadows, when Life, as the master artist, mixes the shades that have been decreed by the forces of destiny for the painting of the permanent and eternal canvas that shall last throughout the ages as the perfect and indestructible Class Picture of 1955. ---- Jewell Lintner CLASS WILL I, Leo Armbruster, leave my fiddle to some big, strong fellow like Charles Jacobs, who is sure he can handle it. I, William Barton, leave my ability in Geometry to John Mertes, don't get your angles mixed John. I, Grace Beers, leave to my revered brother, a deep regret C?J that I won't be back next year. I, Clare Mae Bell, leave my curling iron and hair pins to Dorothea Cunn- ingham, maybe she can use them to good advantage on Howard Kutzly. I, Junior Black, leave my position as editor of the 'Staff' to Lillian Holliker, ' I, Robert Bowman, leave my quiet voice to William Elliot, w,th hopes that the teachers may be heard from next year. I, Charlotte Franklin, leave my reciting ability to Frances Vitello, .to use at her discretion. I, Merlin Hinkle, leave my curly hair to Owen Wilder, one at a time girls. I, Jewell Lintner, leave my ability to vamp the boys to lary Grossheim. I, Catherine Mayhorn, leave my spiritual presence to Martin Linn, to give him inspiration for the next year. -I, Paul Nailor, guarantee the boys basketball team that they won't have to buy uniforms next year, they can have the ones the girls left. I, Mary Jane Reid, leave my ability to play basketball to Edith Harkcom. I, Wilma Rinehart, leave my studiousness to Richard Brown, with hopes that Dick will use it to the best of his ability. I, Earnest Sasse, leave my bashful Smile to D0r0thy Butz- I, Mary Strayer, leave my singing ability to Norma Naylor, Ernestine Olwick and Mary Butz, maybe if they divide it up they may improve it some. I, Evelyn Wicks, leave my hair preparation to Irene Le Veck, maybe Irene can find a use for it. I, William Woods, leave my height to some tall girl like Ruby Armbruster. I, Donald Beers, leave my arguing ability to Howard Kutzly. Ernest Sasse William Hoods

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I slept long and very soundly, And just Judge of my surprise, When again after my slumber I opened up my drowsy eyes, I found myself in a cottage I had lived in long ago Ere I started out that morning On the curious quest to go. Yes, it was the old town, I had wearily laid down That e'er yet, I could not That the vision I had witne So you see dear friends and classmates That 'twas nothing but a dream I've been telling, howe'er natural And real it to you must seem, But in this world of wonders Dreams have often times come true So, who knows but this my vision May be realized by you. --Mary Strayer CLASS POEM We're through with small and petty things, We're out in the world at last with nothing more to guide us Than the teachings of our past. We trust we may make our teachers glad, That they taught us in years gone by And hope they'11 remember their lassies and lads With joy and a smile, not a sigh. We'll try to do what's right, To always do our best, To keep an eye in the future And turn our thoughts from the past. We promise our classmates and friends We'1l never be untrue with continuous thought for their friendship While we are making new. We choose our motto With no chagrin, Our aim is success Our hope is to win. Evelyn Wicks JOKES Paul Nailorz 'Have a cigarette, Junnie?' Junnie Black: 'No, I've given up smoking.n Paul Nailorz 'Yea, And what's her name?n Jewell Lintner: 'How is the mi1kmaid?' B111 Woods: 'It isn't made, mam, it comes from a cow.' A farmer named a pet rooster Robinson because he said it Cru-soe. .... ...... ..-g00- -.... -..-- I sprang up and sought the window That in what seemed years ago But the dream had been so life like, feel ssed Could be otherwise but real.