Newcomerstown High School - Newcosean Yearbook (Newcomerstown, OH)

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he will become a national leader. Wouldn't it be splendid if he could sometime be president? Maybe he will. “Why, it’s Viola Wunderlich—imagine that,” exclaimed Wilma. “And look, there’s Chet Leonhard in a football suit. See what it says about him! ‘Best professional football player in football history!’ Goodness, I expect Chet is enjoying his popularity, don’t you? He alw-ays did.” ‘Famous authoress and poet working in the garden of her home’, was the title of the next picture, and it was Florence Addy. She had developed the talent displayed in High School, and her latest book had been the best seller for three months. “Well, now, that’s all of the news reels,” said Oma. “It seems like most of them were people we knew and who were in our class. Fate must havc'decreed that on the fifth anniversary of our graduation we were to find out what all the members of our class were doing. Now' for Mildred and Russel.” After the picture in which great talent was shown by both the leading members ■of the cast, we went home and planned to go to the Shaw home for dinner the next evening. The dinner, which was served by Mrs. Shaw the following evening was a wonderful success; and after dinner wrhen we were talking, it was only natural, since all had graduated in the same class, that we should start talking of the members of our class. - “I saw Walter Thompson and Eugene Muma the other day,” remarked Robert. “You know they are both teaching at Central High, here. Walter is Professor of History and they say that the discipline w'hich he keeps in his classes is marvelous. Eugene is head of the English department and all the girls rave about him. “That reminds me,” said Olive, “I met Charlotte Swigert Metzer when T w'as down street the other day. She lives in Canton, but was here visiting Wilma Baxter who is private secretary for the governor. “How many of the members of our class are still in Newcomerstown? 1 asked”. “Well”, Wilma replied, “When I was there a couple of weeks ago to visit grandmother, I saw several. There was Mary Hudson, who married Clavis Gadd. He is teaching at home. And Florence MacDonnell was home on a visit. She is a missionary and is going to leave for Africa next month. And oh, yes! I saw Harold Sneary too. He is working in a barber shop.” “Oh, I read in a Coshocton paper the other day that Mac Furbay and Roy David Fletcher were married. He is a prominent Coshocton County farmer, and his pigs took second prize at the State Fair last fall,” Oma remarked suddenly. “Doesn’t that seem impossible? Roy and Mae. Oh my soul!” “When I was home about a month ago,” Olive said, after we had talked awhile about Mae’s and Roy’s getting married, “I was in Coshocton. I went into the cutest tea room, and who do you suppose owned it? Florence Hackcnbracht and Pauline Harboldt. It’s really the cleverest tea room I ever saw.” “Carrie McFadden, and Gladys Ross, are owners of a beauty parlor here in Columbus. Did you know that? They said that Frances Draher and Helen Hothem are doing social service work in New York. And I must tell you. I received an announcement of “Doc” Dillehay’s marriage the other day. I feel very much flattered because he’s rather an important personage since he became admiral on the U. S. S. ship Virginia.” He’s marrying a wealthy society girl from Detroit.” “Who do you suppose has been appointed chief of police here in Columbus since Chief French died the other day? Why David Nick. Doesn’t that seem impossible?” said Robert. “And Vernon Parks is a lieutenant under him.” “I think I’ll go out and get myself arrested so I can go down and see Nick,” said Oma. “But let’s listen to the radio instead of talking.” So Robert said he would get some music for us, but the first thing he got was stock reports. “Sounds like Vic Peters,” I said. “It is,” answered Robert, “he gives poultry reports every day from Station WOLF”. “I want music”, insisted Oma. “I’m not interested in poultry.” Robert finally got WI.W, Cincinnati, and we heard the announcer saying, “The next part of our program is a series of several numbers given by three young people from Ohio. The first is a vocal solo by Martha l.auer. The second, a pipe organ solo by-Mrs. Isaac Hayes, and the last a saxaphone special by John Cooley. These three young people are considered artists in every sense of the word, and they are going abroad soon to play throughout Europe. “Isn’t it wonderful”, sighed Oma. What’s wonderful?” I asked. That we have, in such a short time, heard of so many of our former classmates, and just think!—Mrs. Isaac Hayes, who has just charmed us with her music, used to be our own Leah.” oo —M. B.

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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

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