Newcomerstown High School - Newcosean Yearbook (Newcomerstown, OH)

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The Senior Class Poem On the fifth day of September, In nineteen-twenty-four, There came a rapping and a tapping At the High School door. Mr. Hayes came out to see The cause of the dreadful noise, And lo! before the door there stood Sixty-eight girls and boys. For you on this September fifth,” Mr. Hayes said, What can 1 do?” Then, Please Sir, little Chet Leonhard said, “We want to grow wise like you. “We’re seeking knowledge, one and all. Within the walls of this High School. We promise most faithfully To strictly mind your every rule.” “Then come right in,” said Mr. Hayes, “And hurry, or you will be late.” So in they throbbed, one and all, 'Twas the brilliant class pf ’28. “Oh, the brilliance of this Freshmen class!” The Faculty said in great surprise. And in the Spring of ’25. To the Sophomore class they did arise. Miss Arth would say, “The work done now The great boon of your life will be. So keep awake in class and Study your lessons earnestly.” And to the Junior door they came. Knocked, and said, “Please open wide. Much knowledge we have gained and now With you we would reside.” In this class they studied, and Of knowledge gained so vast a store, That lo, in the Spring of '27, There they were at the Senior door. As Seniors they became So studious and so dignified. Things had to almost perfect be Before this class was satisfied. 20

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The Senior Class History On September 5, 1924, a group of sixty-eight pupils assembled at the new High School, eager to begin their duties as the Freshmen class. The first day was one of agony for the newcomers. Freshmen wandering into French classes was only one of the many mistakes made that day. The evening of the first day, the Sophomores and a few Juniors diligently applied the paddle to all Freshmen found lurking on the streets. 1'hus the class of ’28 entered the portals of N. H. S. After the first flurry of excitement subsided, we applied ourselves to our studies and soon became a part of N. H. S. life. We held a class meeting, elected officers, chose the class colors, Green and White, the class flower, the Lily of the Valley, and our motto, “We shall study and be prepared, for some day our chance will come.’’ The class entered into the activities of the High School and contributed to the glee clubs, the orchestra and to athletics. We have kept this spirit through the years, doing the best we could to boost N. H. S. By Mr. Wagoner disclosing to us the mysteries of Science, Mr. Conover expounding the principles of Algebra, and Miss Thomas patiently drilling us in English, we gained the necessary knowledge to admit us to the Sophomore class. During the second year we studied diligently and in the fall of ’26 entered the High School again, this time as Juniors. The class play was one of the main events of this year. Miss Macmillan directed the play, and it was largely due to her efforts that the cast were able to portray the parts so well. The Junior-Senior Banquet this year was a great success. Every one did his utmost to make it the best banquet ever held in the High School, and we felt that the appreciation expressed by the Graduating Class of ’27 was well deserved. On entering the Senior class, we were of the opinion that the most solemn duty of a Senior was that of carrying himself proudly and looking with disdain on the lower classmen. But this error was soon corrected, and we learned that to be a real Senior one must study even more than before. This year we have played an active part in the school life and in all our work have tried to assume the dignified and reserved manner becoming to the Senior class. During these four years our class has dropped from sixty-eight to thirty-five members at the present time. We that remain are striving to gain all knowledge possible before the time for our departure arrives. W regret the parting from friends we have made during the years we’ve spent in N. H. S., and we hope that in the future years, the Faculty will remember us with kindly thoughts, and that they will have no occasion to regret the many weary hours spent endeavoring to impress upon our memory, the principles of some subject. Thus the class of '28 takes its leave of N. H. S., and in so doing realize the truthfulness of the old lines, “They were glad, yet they shed tears.” —Florence Addy. 19

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Oil, Freshmen Class of '24, You, Senior class of '28 Be prepared. Much lies before Those who stand at the World’s gate. And at the entrance to the world, Do not stand and hesitate, Find your place and start right out Before it is too late. —Florence Addy. Senior Class Prophecy “Just five years ago today was our commencement day. Just think what has happened in those five years! 1 am Superintendent of Nurses at the White Cross Hospital, but, because of my approaching marriage, 1 have handed in my resignation and will not be there much longer, said Wilma Rcnnard as we walked down High Street, Columbus, on our way to a movie. “Oh, not so much has happened,” I replied. “When we were in High School, every knew that George would become an aviator and you would marry him. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?” said Wilma laughing, “but no one ever thought you would be the founder of a group of cottage orphanages and be managing a home with thirteen children in it.” “Don’t mind her,” said Oma Wiandt. “You're doing a wonderful work. But look at me!—A member of Ziegfield’s Follies in Columbus for a visit. Gee, I never thought that I'd be in the Follies, much less being able to command a vacation. Well, let’s go to this movie. Girls! Look at that sign! ‘Starring Mildred Johnson with Russel Nciss and an all star cast.’ Oh, he’s the successor to John Gilbert. Let’s do go here.” “Suits me fine,” 1 said, “1 haven’t seen a movie for so long I could enjoy any kind. “Mildred Johnson and Russel Neiss,” said Wilma thoughtfully. Weren't there kids by those names in the class of '28? Oh, I know there were now: he was that boy from Bakerville’, don't you remember? and she had red hair. Cant you think Gee, these people might be they. Let’s see! Come on! Hurry!” We went into the theater. It was the newest one in Columbus and had just re- cently been opened. “Who is that man?” I asked the girls, “that one over there by that pillar. See.'1 Why isn’t that Bob Shaw? It looks like him.” It is,” said Wilma, “I wonder what he’s doing here. Let’s go over and ask him. Come on!” We walked over to where the man was standing, and Wilma spoke to him. As soon as he saw us, he recognized us and immediately started talking. “Why hello girls,” he exclaimed, “I’m very glad to see you. What do you think of my playhouse, isn’t it grand?” “Why is it yours?” Oma asked, very much astonished. “Oh how wTonderful. 1 think it’s simply splendid.” After we had talked a short time and had told Bob all about ourselves, and he got a chance to speak, he asked us to come out to his house for dinner the next evening. He said he knew that his wife who had also been in our class and was Olive Ray, would be very glad to see us. After we accepted, we went on into the theatre and chose seats. The news reels were being shown before the feature, and although we were anxious to see Mildred and Russell, we could do nothing but wait. The first thing we saw was: “Woungest governor in U. S. Harold Earley, 25, Governor of Ohio.” “Isn’t it wonderful?” breathed Oma. “But of course you know he was always a leader in High School affairs, and he now is a leader of state politics, and I’ll bet 21