New Lexington High School - Lexingtonian Yearbook (New Lexington, OH)

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 Igxmqtoman Even the orator for this year is a Senior, John Wagner. He carried away second honors this year thus making the Seniors noted for their public speaking. The Seniors are all-around students, for those not starring in public speaking, debating, or the stage, starred in Athletics. Our basketball stars were: Lester Lowe, Art Rankin, Allen Koonts, Norris Elswick, Bill O’Hare and Tommy Catchpole. The same men were football men, except Les. Lowe, plus Percy McGarvey, Arthur Wagner, Lawrence Chap- pelear, Cletus Appleman, Carl Stalter and Bob McGreevey. New Lex. won the cup in football this year, which would have been impossible without the men named above. To you whom I have not mentioned, feel not slighted; for without you and your help we could not have gotten along. So the class of ’24, as a whole, bids a last adieu to New Lex. Hi. DOLORES DOUGHTY. [ 29 ]

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Senior Class History Ancient History Our Freshman year was similar to all other Freshmen years that have come and gone in New Lex. Hi. But it cannot be said of us, as it has been said of all others, that we were green; for indeed we were not any greener then than we are now. Mr. Way our superintendent believed in the old saying, “Spare the rod and spoil the child,” if any proof is needed ask Neil Diamond. He tried this method to make us see the valuable time we were wasting, but of no avail and we haven’t changed much yet. But, misery loves company, and since we were as energetic about studying as our fellow classmen a few years ahead of us, and were so quick to catch on to their cue of getting through without causing a nervous breakdown, we were taken into their circle of school activities. Tommy Catchpole received the position of Athletic Association Secretary and Rebecca Yauger could challenge any Senior girl as a basketball star. Mediaeval History In 1922, no one having died from overwork contracted during the previous year, fifty-four students, sophisticated sophomores, assembled for the second time in its history in the vast halls of New Lex. Hi. A new face confronted us, with stern professor-like look, piercing eyes which with one look wilted us if we did not know the principal parts of see, lie and be, etc. Who? Only Wally now. That year we gained more publicity than ever, even giving to the world two great debaters, who lost, nevertheless were game, not blaming them for it all, John Wagner and Neil Diamond. We also entered society. We gave a party in honor of the Juniors which was a great success, and Aline Harrison won the prize for card shark. We thought we had lost Ruth Bullock, but she returned from Saint Aloysius at Christmas, after deciding she could stay away from “Chappie” no longer. Modern History We were still 54 in 1923. This brought to us a new face, a girl who has helped bring many of the honors which we have gained, Mabel Hummel. She was liked by all students, especially redheaded ones. We didn’t know what her line was. (We don’t yet, but Johnny Wagner might be able to give some information at the present time, March 4, 1924). From our class was chosen three of the debaters, John C. WTagner, Mabel C. Hummel, and Madolyn X. Underwood. John Sebastian Wagner, our modern Cicero, won third place in the Oratory Contest, only studying between dances at the Easter Dance. We organized our class early, electing William Arthur Wagner, president; Mabel C. Hummel, secretary; Thomas Catchpole, vice president, and John Furgason, treasurer. By the foresight of our President we got our pins, thus doing something that no class had thot of, also making the Seniors mad, but what did we care ? We would soon be Seniors ourselves. American History. For the fourth and last time we the Seniors of ’24 have gathered in the halls of New Lex. Hi. Realizing that this is our last year we have tried to make it our most successful. We have been working since Christmas on the Annual. With Mabel Hummel as Editor, it is expected to be the best ever printed in the annals of New Lex. Hi. Our new English teacher, Miss Stinch-comb, found some talent in the Seniors that no other teacher was able to discover; and as a result organized the dramatic club with the aid of Mr. Walbridge. The club is another great success of the Senior class. Both debate teams were made up of seniors: Mabel Hummel, John Wagner, Neil Diamond and Lawrence Chappelear as alternate on the affirmative; Dolores Doughty, Arthur Rankin, Samuel Wickersham and Edgar Littlefield as alternate on the negative. [ 28 ]

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Prophecy In the twentieth century came the word of this prophecy unto me, saying, the world is becoming more scientific and increasing in knowledge as the years roll by. Therefore, these names listed herein shall prosper by the experience gained while in N. L. H. S., and to them there shall be no weariness of years for they shall accomplish that which they have set themselves to do. There came unto me in the stillness of the night, the Muse, whose hair was silvery threads, and his brow as white as snow. He spoke unto me saying, “Come with me and I will show you many things which have come to pass.” I followed his instructions, and he carried me away over the calm sea to Cadiz on the coast of Spain. There I was led through what they called the main thoroughfare to a restaurant managed by Henry McDonald, a former schoolmate of mine. On entering I was informed that Elsie Hankison and Eliza Jones were chief cooks and waitresses. Hardly had these words been spoken when they appeared in the doorway. I was so delighted to find someone from my own home town, that “eats” no longer interested me. I wished only the time to talk to them but the Muse was hastening on, and for fear of e-etting lost in this strange land, I had to do likewise. I was then taken to Madrid, the capital of Spain. In one of the magnificent streets, I saw a procession headed by two guards of honor whom I recognized as Lester Lowe and Norris Elswick. former privates in the National Guards. I inquired what all this meant and was told that on this day, Rose Brown and Edward Young, rich residents of my town, were united in marriage. The wedding was such an elaborate affair that guards and horsemen were necessary to complete the event. The united couple rode in a fine plush carriage drawn by four stately white steeds driven by Cletus Appleman, who felt highly honored. Everything was so lovely that perfumes and flowers couldn’t compare. I wished to offer my congratulations but was unable to get their attention, which no doubt was turned to their life in future. The Muse led me to a famous fashion and dressmaking department where I saw Gladys Wilson. Callie Stansberry and Velma Stol-berg designing patterns for the latest ball and party dresses. Their finished work was so dainty and fairy-like that I could hardly believe it was real. It seemed as tho’ no one but fairies could make anything half so beautiful. As I turned around and looked through the window, I caught sight of a manly figure, whom the Muse called Randolph Wilson. This gentleman was hurrying to meet his partner, Byron Kaufman, who was on his way to their Ford Repairing Garage. When I came out of the store, I went up one of the side streets, and there noticed a sign swinging from one of the buildings which read, “Noon Hillis, Barbering and Shoe-shining Shop.” These names seemed familiar, and I learned that the men had once lived in New Lexington and had gone to Madrid to practice their cultured art. Going farther up this street I came to a newly constructed department building, which later was to become the offices of Earl Howerth, insurance agent, Wagner Wagner attorneys, and Allen Koontz, editor of Blanco Y Negro. At last reaching the main street again, I followed it to the “Throne of the Spanish Rulers.” There to my surprise I saw Neil Diamond and Dolores Doughty, King and Queen, ruling the commoners. In their service, I recognized as butler, Kenneth Stevens, and as valet, Thomas Catchpole, both dressed in rich costumes of velvet and gilt buttons. From here, I was hurried to the Spanish Educational School where I found Robert McGreevy, as superintendent, and Bess Mc-Collister and Enid Berg, two experienced instructors, attempting to teach French and Latin to a group of boys and girls. I do not think they were having much success by the expression on the pallid faces of those they were questioning. I recognized one studious pupil as Samuel Wickersham still struggling to learn “Je me leve” and “Je m’assieds.” On leaving this public institution I heard some one calling “Bull Fight this afternoon at 2:30. Don’t miss it.” I, being always interested in daring events, hastened to the Arena, and on entering found everyone talking and chattering together. To me, it sounded just like a bumble-bee’s nest, at 'east, that is what it would be called in America. I had hardly seated myself comfortably [ 30 ]