North High School - Northern Lights Yearbook (Akron, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 52 of the 1922 volume:

4S2 11 ' ctiy 1 •IS ' The TIORTH STAR PUBLISHED BY THE PUPILS OF NORTH HIGH SCHOOL 2 A June first, nineteen hundred and twenty-two Akron, Ohio ' ll ' I I FACULTY Top row: Left to Right—Mr. Boehringer, Mr. Vincent, Mr. Lyle, Mr. Crawford, Mr. Spaulding, Mr. Halsey, Mr. Wagner, Mr. Snyder, Mr. Smith, Mr. Weber Middle row—Marie Weilbrenner, Mildred Burns, Mary Plane, Eleanor Bowman, Adah Smetts, Louise Gibson, Rhoda O’Harra, Mrs. Matilda Jett Mrs. Clarence Roberts, Mrs. Bess Tucker Front row- Mabel Wilcox, Helen Rook, Alice Rogers, Caroline Kempel, Honora Tobin, Mrs. Gladys Pake, Mabel Yonson, Nellie Fisher, Minnie Corl irv-v-irv-v-iririri i-i rmnnnnnn r -1 non non non i -i nnnnnnnnn i i nnnmnnnni -i nnnnnnnnn c i nnnnnnoQQ i 3 000000000 C 3 000000000 ' DOOOC DOOOOOOOOOC DOOOOOOOOOC DOOOOOOOOOC DOOOOOOOOOC DOOOOOOOOOC DOOOl CLASS OF JUNE 1922 ==«CCC)CZDoc= DEDICATION MissRook, here is our Annual. We have endeavored to make it the biggest, brightest, best, North Star of all. Since graduation takes us from our Alma Mater, we, in appreciation of your invaluable assistance, your deep un¬ derstanding and your sincere sympathy as teacher, coun¬ sellor, and friend, affectionately dedicate this, our last num¬ ber, to you. CLASS OFFICERS Eugene Denning _•_President George Hippensteele __Vice President Audree Hubbard ___Secretary Malcolm Hargraves _ Treasurer CLASS HONORS Esther Swanson _ First Honor Frances Horning _Second Honor Mildred Fearrington _ Third Honor Malcolm Hargraves _Fourth Honor Class Motto “Deeds. 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Censowe 2-3-4, Censowe Basketball 2-3, Literary President 2, Literary Vice President 4, Scholarship Letter 3-4, First Honor Pupil 4, Classical Course. MALCOLM McCALLUM HARGRAVES “So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, ‘Thou must,’ The youth replies, ‘I can.’” — Emerson, Dependable, honorable, doing all things well, From winning class honors to leading a yell. For six long years he will study law, Then with brilliant cases keep us in awe. Immigration Debate 1-3, Hi-Y 2-3-4, Hi-Y VicePresident,3 Hi-Y President 4, Secretary 2, Tri-Square 4, Cheer Leader 4, Glee Club 4, Orchestra 1-2-3-4, Literary President 1, Class Treasurer 4, Assistant Editor North Star 3-4, Essay Contest 4, Scholarship Letter 2, 4, HonorJStudent 4, History Course. NORMA HELCHER “A beautiful and happy girl, With step as light as summer air, Eyes glad with smiles and broiv of pearl.” — Longfellow. Norma can do anything in gynr Swing clubs, clear bucks, dance, and swim. Modest, cheerful and full of glee, We wish more girls like her could be. Secretary Literary Society 1,3-4, President Literary So¬ ciety 2, Glee Club 2, Dramatic Club 4, Censowe 1-2-3-4, Classical Course. JAMES RUSSELL BARTELL “7 count life just a stuff to try the soul’s strength on,” —Shakspere. If you ever see a country Russ Riding some rickety hay-rake buss, Just think of the grave, quiet Russ Bartell That in all athletics at North did excel. Football 1-2-3-4, Captain 1920, Basketball 2-3-4, Track 3-4, Captain 1922, Hi-Y 2-3-4. Page 5 FRANCES ELIZABETH HORNING “’Turns her thinking of others that made yon think of her.” — Browning. Frances Horning’s our songster gay; Possessor, too, of a winning way; And, when you think of her as a scholar, She’s just as bright as a new silver dollar. Glee Club 1-2-3, Censowe 3-4, Second Honor Student, 4, Classical Course. EUGENE BENJAMIN DENNING “ What’er he did was done with so much case, In him alone hens natural to please.” — Drydcn. Denning’s quite a little lad, But in athletics he’s not so bad, He slings the balls and kicks ’em high; But among the girls he’s very shy. Football 4, Basketball 4, Class President 4, Glee Club 2, Hi-Y 4, Tri-Square 4, Hi-Y Vice President 4, Treasurer 3, Acceptance of Memorial of January ’22 Class, Class Will ’22, Commercial Course. AUDREE ALICE HUBBARD “She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight. A lovely apparition sent To be a moment’s ornament.” — Wordsworth. Now this is our little Miss Hubbard, Who stores all her books in the cupboard, Sometimes she keeps us all a-guessin’, How she ever gets a lesson. Censowe 4, Literary Treasurer 3, President 3, Class Sec¬ retary 4, North Star News Staff 4, Censowe Dramatic Club 4, Glee Club 3, Poster Contest 4, Classical Course. W. LoMOYNE BRALEY “He does it zvith belter grace, but I do it more natur¬ ally.” — Shakspere. If LoMoyne displays in the battles of life, The stick-to-it-ive-ness of his foot-ball strife, We know in our hearts he’ll surely win No matter what business he may be in. Football 1-2-3-4, Basketball 2-3-4, Track 2-3-4, Hi-Y 2-3-4, Hi-Y Secretary 4, Glee Club 2-3, Technical Course. I’aRe 6 GERTRUDE RACHEL ULLETT “Her voice was ever soft and low. An excellent thing in woman.” — Shakspcre. She’s a very tiny girl, And she has a tiny curl In her hair. But her voice it is so tiny, (Pshaw! there’s nothing now that’s rhymey, Here I fear.) Glee Club 4, Classical Course. GEORGE HARMON HIPPENSTEELE “His form accorded with a mind Lively and ardent ; frank and kind.” Hippy’s surely Miss Kemple’s delight. Keeps her guessing day and night; Though solid geometry is her sphere, It surely isn’t his we fear. Literary President 2-3, Hi-Y 3-4, tli-Y Treasurer 4, Cheer Leader 4, Class Vice-President 4, Technical Course. KATHRYN LANTZ “Not much talk—a great sweet silence. Not like the silence that portends a storm.”—.Tames II. Kathryn Lantz is just naturally quiet, Who ever heard of her causing a riot? She’s modest and simple and meek and demure; For boisterousness she’s an incarnate cure. Censowe 1-3, Glee Club 2, Commercial Course. KENNETH EUGENE NIGHMAN “My son, observe the postage stamp. Its usefulness depends upon its ability to stick to one thing until it gets there.”-—Josh Billings. Kenny a great doctor would like to be, And charge for each call an outrageous fee, Think of the training all this will require; Kenny, reform or change your desire. Glee Club 2-3, Hi-Y 4, Cheer Leader 3-4, History Course. Page 7 LONA ELOISE TEEL “Pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with, And pleasant, too, to think on.” — Anon. A new fangled farmerette- Miss Lena Teel, Who would raise potatoes that you don’t have to peel, And little white piggies that ne’er utter a squeal; She’ll make heaps of money on every farm deal. Literary Secretary 2, Vice President 3, Glee Club 2, Cen- sowe 1 4, Censowe Dramatic Club 4, Commercial Course. FRANK H. FIELD “I am slow of study.” — Anon. Frank’s “as idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.” For things that any effort take He never gets the notion. Football 3-4, Hi-Y 3-4, Hi-Y Treasurer 3, Literary Presi¬ dent 4, Track 3, Technical Course. MARION ALTHEA WILLIAMS “Shadow of annoyance, never came near thee.” — Shelley. Our chewing gum champion and cornet player; There’s nothing yet that could dismay’er. A debutante she’ll probably be— Independent, gay, care-free. Orchestra 1-4, Censowe 1-4, Classical Course. PHILIP S. REA “The social, friendly, honest man, ’Tis he fulfills great nature’s plan.”- — Burns. You know Rea, last name Phil, He can dance just fit to kill; In class he’s little more than nihil; But at parties he always fills the bill. Literary Vice President 3, Hi-Y 4, Commercial Course. Page 8 MARIE ORENA BEACHLER “Diligence is the mother of good fortune.’ 1 — Cervantes. You recall Marie B and her flaxen-like hair, That she always was tryin’ a new way to wear? Well,you just can’t imagine what she’s gone and done, She’s had cut off, every bit just for fun. (The above is not true but in rhyme it doth run.) Poster Contest 4, History Course. GEORGE C. BOLTON “Whom doth Ambition shun?” — Shakspere. . Little George Bolton with his caterpillar crawl Arouses a heap of envy ’mong his classmates all He often wanders off in the spring and in the fall; He claims he can’t resist allurin’ Nature’s call. Technical Course. DOROTHE E. BAKER “Thy modesty is a candle to thy merit. — Fielding. Now Dot’s not a cook, Nor is she a crook, But something much greater than each. For in seven classes, She not only passes, But D’s and F’s have been out of her reach. Censowe 1-2-3-4, Commercial Course. WILLIAM EDWARD BELLAMY “Life is short and so am I.” — Anon. William’s hard to get in rhyme; He never gets to school on time; Quick to join in any fun Before he has his lessons done. Commercial Course. Page 9 IDA MAE IMBRIE What suwct delights a quiet life affords.” — Anon. Ida’s the peaceful, quiet, kind, “Whose natures never vary.” She’ll finish school, and work a while, And then she’ll up and marry. Glee Club 2, Vice President Censowe 3, Commercial Course. JOHN A. LO CASCIO Deep thought seemed toiling in his head. Johnnie’s last name has a foreign-like sound. But he has the spirit which not many have found, In four years of football he gained little renown, But by throwing a javelin a letter he’s found. Glee Club 1-3-4, Track 3, Track Letter 4, Scientific Course. LAURA E. BLAKE How far that little candle throws its beams, So shines a good deed in a naughty zoo rid.”- — Shakspcre. Laura is thoughtful of others we’ll say, She works hard but finds time to do everyday Something for others, less happy, less gay, We know her unselfishness really does pay. Censowe 1-2 3-4, Basketball 2, Glee Club 1, Drawing Assistant, Classical Course. FERN DIESTA McGUIRE ‘‘For if she will, she will, And you may depend on’t; And if she wont, she wont, And there’s an end on’t.” — Shakspcre. I know a young lady by name of McGuire, Her mother’s a countess; her father’s a squire; For a position of bookkeeper did she inquire, And got the position by dint of threats dire (When she reads of these lines she says I’m a-) Glee Club 1-2-3, Censowe, Commercial Course. Page 10 THELMA B. CROOK “Let others dispose of questions. I dispose of noth¬ ing. I arouse unanswerable questions.” — Whitman. Thelma Crook has her head in the book From sunrise to evening setting. But I can’t criticise, For I’m not so wise, Now a lesson I ought to be getting. Glee Club 1-3, Literary Staff 4, Censowe 1-4, Class His¬ torian 4, History Course. MEYER J. GOLDENBERG “For even though vanquished, he could argue still.” — Goldsmith. He has a great big voice with a great big boom, And he will argue ’til the crack ofdoom, Nine times out of ten he has something to say; So we quietly listen, while he has his own way. Immigration Debate 1-3, Declamation Contest 1, Hi-Y 4, Scientific Course. GRETCHEN CHRISTINE BECK “Let the world slide, let the world go, A fig for care and a fig for woe.” — Heywood. Nobody knows what our Gretchen will do, When to North High School she bids sad adieu; But of one thing we’re certain her whole life through— That to all of her sorrows and fears she’ll say, “Shoo!” Censowe 2-3-4, Glee Club 3, Classical Course. BYRON G. QUERRY “A good name is better than r iches.” — Cervantes. Byron Querry is a husky little chap; He never says much and doesn’t give a rap; But let me tell where he’s right in his prime— On a football field in oodles of grime. Football 4, All City Guard 4, Track 4, Commercial Course. Page 11 HELEN MARGARET DILE “The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.” — Longfellow. Now let us speak of Helen Dile, A cheery lass with a winning smile; Good nature and friendship’s a steady style; Steady, dependable- -all the while. Scholarship N 2, Essay Contest 4, Censowe 1-3-4, History Course. HARRY R. WILLIAMS “Men of few words arc the best men.” — Anon. Harry Williams is a mighty good football man; He also plays basket-ball when ever he can; We’ve heard people say he’s a baseball fan; Rut last and not least he’s a ’22 man. Football 1-2-3-4, Basketball 2-3, Glee Club 2-3, Track 4, Literary Vice President 3, Secretary 2, Technical Course. EVA CHAPMAN “A woman’s zvork, grave sirs, is never done.” — Eccles. Eva’s goin’ to be rich someday, Drawin’ and rhymin’ her time away, Perhaps she ' ll be great; Thatoft’ is the fate Of those who these Muses obey. Glee Club 1, Censowe 1-2-4, Home Making Course. CARL G. SHOCKNESSE “Not failure, but low aim is crime.” — Lowell. Now here’s Shocky so tall, and his face is so thin— In looks he’s modern Abe Lincoln; But looks are deceivin’ —especially in him; He’s no statesman at all, I’m a thinken. Literary Secretary 1, Glee Club 2-3, Basketball 1-2-3-4, Technical Course. Page 12 INEZ MARTELL SEAVER “A violet b ' y a mossy stone, Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.” — Wordsworth. A dainty daughter, modest and sweet, Full of sunshine, in dress neat, Pretty eyes and golden hair— This maiden, meek and debonair. Glee Club 2, Honor Roll 2-3, Censowe2-3, HisTory Course. P. ARNOLD CALCAGNI “Life is real, life is earnest. — Longfellow. Lo and behold his bashful eyes, Wherein a world of wisdom lies; At bookkeeping he is a shark, We know, some day, he’ll make his mark. Scholarship Letter 3-4, Commercial Course. EDNA R. HUNSICKER “For never anything can he amiss When simpleness and duty lender it.”—Shahs fere. She can cook and bake, design and sew; She is quiet and modest, as all of us know, She’d make a domestic science instructor, But even a better home conductor. Glee Club 1-3, Censowe 1 -2-3-4, Censowe Vice President 2, Home Making Course. RALPH EDWIN SOMMERS “Self reverence, self knowledge, self control — These three alone lead life to sovereign power.” —T ennyson. Here is Ralph Sommers, so lank and so lean, His hair is so curly, his form like a bean. Though not an Italian for Spaget he’s a fiend, He cuts it with teeth so sharp and so keen. Technical Course. Page 13 VIOLET T. KELLER “Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest.” — Longfellozv. Violet can be quite contrary, Though it’s only temporary; First we use persuasive powers, Then she pounds the keys for hours. Glee Club 4, Censowe 2-3-4, Commercial Course. RUSSELL PAUL HARRINGTON “I dare to do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none.” — Shakspere. A handsome boy with curly hair, Who plays like Paderewski’s heir. Never guilty of any folly; Never even said “By golly.” Glee Club 2-3, Band 4, Track 4, Technical Course. GRACE EVELYN HUNTLEY “A creature not too bright or good For human nature’s daily food.” — Wordsworth. Grace to the mission fields would go The seed of knowledge to widely sew; And while telling heathens of better days, Will she teach bobbed hair and modern ways? Literary President 2, Glee Club 2-3, Censowe 4, Declama¬ tion 2, Classical Course. MERRILL D. WITMER “Thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated to close¬ ness and the bettering of my mind.” Merrill a Virgil some day would be And make all the pupils like you and me Sweat ’neath their collars his lines to translate Save us, Oh save us from this awful fate! Scholarship letter 4, North Star Literary Staff 4, Classi¬ cal Course. Page 14 BESSIE DOROTHEA SELZER “You don’t catch me brooding over trouble when there are a thousand pleasant things to think on.” — Anon. Like the ripple of laughing water, Her giggles fill the air. She’ll make a good stenographer This maid without a care. Glee Club 1-2-3, Literary Secretary 3, Commercial Course DEAN F. WARING “The great thing in this world is not so much where zve stand, but in what direction we are going.” — Holmes. Dean Waring is a quiet mischievous boy The girls forever he tries co annoy In English class he tears his hair; When it comes to math, he’s always there. Technical Course. ETHEL GRAZELLA PONTIUS “The same old role, the role that is what zve make it as great as we like, Or as small as zve like, or both great and sinaU,” — Whitman. A good, big bunch of jolly fun. Does she finish what she’s begun? Well. I should say so—every line— And her work is always in on time. Commercial Course. ROBERT J. RUTHERFORD “We think our fathers fools so zvise zve grow; Our wiser sons, no doubt, will think us so.” — [’ope. Now there’s our friend, Bob Rutherford, His drums they rattle like a ford; For a great violinist he has the hair, But if Kreisler heard him, he’d flee in despair. Orchestra 1-2, Band 4, Technical Course. Page 15 MARY EDNA IMBRIE “Little do ye know your own blessedness; for to travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labor. —Stevenson. Edna Imbrie’s full of fun; You always see her on the run; She’s happy on a tennis court, For she’s of the athletic sort. Glee Club 2, Censowe 4, Basketball 1-3, Classical Course. FREDERICK W. DAVIS “ 11 e hardly find any persons of good sense-—save those who agree with us. — Rochefoucauld. Now Frederick Davis an athlete would be He knows all the teams in the whole countree But he doesn’t know his geometry On that Miss Kempel and he agree. History Course CLARA E. OLHOEFT “A light heart lives long.” — Shakspere. At a quarter of nine With her nose in the air, This lady walks in With an air, “I don’t care.” Glee Club 3, Censowe 3, Commercial Course. RUTH MARIAN MAHON “A spark of mischief lies in her quiet manner. — Anon. Ruth’s a player of joyous jazz. Musical ability she surely has; If she would be a teacher great, She must let this jazz abate. Censowe 4, History Course. Page 16 MILDRED MORING FEARRINGTON “A world is thy realm.” — Dwight. “I would be friend to all—the foe—the friendles s, 1 would be giving and forget the gift, I would be humble, for know my weakness, I would look up and laugh, and love, and lift!” — Walter. And now Mildred Fearrington more commonly “Milly”, Bright as the gold of a daffy-down dilly; Crammed full of pep and in book knowledge wise; From task to task she flits and flies. Literary President 3, Immigration Debate 3, North Star Literary Editor 3, Glee Club 3, Essay Contest 3, Chairman Censowe Program Committee 4, Censowe President 4, Scholarship N 4, North Star Editor in Chief 4, Honor Student 4, Classical Course. THOMAS JAY GEORGE “I stood among them, but not of them; in a shroud of thoughts which ivere not their thoughts.” — Byron. “Georgie Porgie?” Ah, no, not he! Jay’s as quiet as quiet can be. Look at a girl? Good gracious no! Yet he’d make some girl a handsome beau. Football 1-2-3-4, Basketball 1-2-3, Manual Training Course. JUNE GIFFORD “And yet, believe me, good as well as ill, Woman’s at best a contradiction still.” — Pope. A maiden, she with rosy cheek, And sparkle in her eye, And full of smiles and laughter too, When any fun is nigh. Censowe 4, Censowe Dramatic Club 4, Glee Club 4, Sci¬ entific Course. LAWRENCE PERRY GREEN “’Tis not what man does that exalts him — But what man would do.” — Browning. Lawrence an artist wants to be, And some day you are going to see His name attached to many things Sketched in our popular magazines. Hi-Y 4, Orchestra 2-3-4, Band 4, Basketball 4, Track 4, Scholastic Letter 4, History Course. Page 17 CLYDE MERRYWEATHER “A wit’s a feather and a chief’s a rod. An honest man’s the noblest ivork of God.” — Pope. It should be merry weather For this boy all the time; He should be merry whether There’s rain or bright sunshine. Technical Course. .Yo7C ' as the Springtime wanes and waxes softly — and brightly —- As it ushers in the bright, gay, summer, peace¬ ful—and balmy — Conics a farewell to our school life, And this day, we pay our tribute To our dear North High. Happy years we’re spent with thee, Full of faith and loyalty; Far too soon they end. Oh, happy times and days of glee, Gladly we look back to thee, As zve leave dear North! Chorus: Here’s to the good old North High, Here’s to our high school days. Ring out your shouts of cheer now, Sing out your songs of praise. Long live our Alma Mater, Queen of our early days. Here’s to our Senior classmates That leave ’neath June’s bright rays. —Eva Chapman, ’22. Oh, Faculty! Teachers! Our guides and our friends, Down the dim cloister zvhere weary Time wends, On through the years nozv rosy as dawn 11 e shall remember, though long we’ve been gone, That you chose the zvay filled zvith self-sacrifice . hid bravely, courageously, paid the high price. Our lives zvill be nobler, more splendid, and fine, Because you have given in a spirit divine. —Mildred Fearrington, ’22. Page 18 i,-v-n -Y-innnn i - i nnnnnnnnni innnnnnnnn i ' -i nnnnnnnmi - innrnnn i - i nnnnnonnn i OOOOOOOOQ( J OOOOOOOOO . T iOOOOOOOOO CZ1 - 300 OOP open OOCIDOOOOOOOOOC 5000000000c DOOOOOOOOOC jOOOOOOOOOC doooooooooc: DOOOOOOOOOC 0 L’ENVOI I Deep in the depths of a silent forest Richly perfumed with flowrets gay, Close by the side of a crystal brooklet Smoothly gliding on its way; Stands a wondrous fairy castle Built by tiny fairy hands, From a mass of alabaster Brought from Oriental lands. II Here the royal king of fairies Rules the land in rich array; Bike a lodestar, draws his subjects; None evade his powerful sway. Millions enter that deep forest; Seek to gain what lies within; All are lured by beck’ning phantoms Evanescing with each fen. They are led past pleasant pathways Awed by what about them lies— Sacred, silent sanctuaries Sealed from unobserving eyes. Then twilight wraps the land in shad¬ ows That soothe the sunbeams all away And swallow up the rainbow colors That softly come at end of day. III And now looms up that wondrous castle On the rays of yawning day; Eagerly these mortals hasten To mount the shining broad stairway. But e’er they step into that palace Between two pathways they must choose, For two ways open lie before them: Through one they gain; the other, lose. IV This must be only for a fairy— This covert of supreme delight! But no, see how many mortals tarry, Lured by the beauty of the sight! For ’tis clothed in wealth and splendor, The walls are hung in cloth of gold; Upon the floor a costly velvet Decked with jewels of wealth untold; Tables, heavy in rich viands; Cushions, soft as summer air; Sunshine, sparkle, sheen, and glamor, Precious gems are everywhere. Till gradually the lights diminish— Black as Erebus the way; Suddenly a livid glimmer And this vault before them lay—- Mouldy walls that creep with vermin; Grewsome spectres hovering near; The haunted hearts that in there linger Are filled with horror, dread, and fear. V. Through a hallway checked with sun¬ shine, And with shadows and despair, Up a narrow, winding stairway Flecked with struggle, grief, and care, Must a willing seeker follow If he choose the other way; Disregarding selfish pleasures, Not his own desires obey. At the summit of this passage Is a room that naught can buy, Not richly decked in costly splendors, But filled with things that satisfy— Sacrifice, love, faith, and home joys, Hope triumphant over loss— For each has learned as he has jour¬ neyed The truest meaning of the Cross. —Esther Swanson, ’22 0 g nnnnnnrY-ini-innnnnnnnn i : nnnnnnnnn ( - i nOQOQOQQQ t —— j OOOOaDOOOCZr=:OOOOOOOOOi -innnnnnnnn i —i nnnnnnnnni ' -i nnnnnnnnc r : — - j nnnnnni-innnnnnnnni —L i ooooooooo c- iCO00Q0CX30 r rrrT 3000000000i-ZZ3300000000 20 THE NORTH STAR OUR YESTERDAYS C OME with me, classmates, on the wings of retrospection and I will lead you to an old, old seer whom at sometime every¬ one must meet, whether he will or no. This decrepit old man is seated before a rickety table in a dim and gloomy room with the dust and cobwebs of many ages clinging to the tired rafters. From a parchment-like countenance, yellowed with age and wrinkled with the cares of the world, gleam two keen grey eyes, focused upon the mammoth fun¬ nel shaped glass through which sands are slowly sifting. Beside the table rests the glis¬ tening blade of a scythe which some day must sweep us on to that mysterious bourne from which no traveler ever has returned. As the sands sift through this glass incessant¬ ly—one by one, one by one—Father Time watches and wonders and waits. Dare we approach him and ask what we would know? Surely, there is something about his presence that invites rather than repels, so we venture. “Father Time, would you turn the glass so that the sands of the last four years could p ass through once more that we might read the history of our class?” “Why, child, your quest is folly, indeed. The age has not yet arrived when these sands shall cease to pour. How could they record the deeds of the world to-day wefe they to pause and bring back your yesterdays? Time once passed through the century glass never returns,”—and he smiles. “But, Father Time, four long years have elapsed. We cannot recall all the precious moments we would remember. Must they be lost forever because our memories are faulty?” I cry in despair. “No, child,” he consoles, “they are not lost. For such as you I keep what I call the memory glass, that those who would recall the past may do so accurately.” Glancing up to the shelves about the room we see thousands of dust-covered baby hour glasses, infinitesimal as compared with the century glass, which he watches as he speaks. Taking down one of the glasses, he holds the tiny thing in his hands until the sands have all passed into the funnel that a few seconds before was empty. He places it upon the table; the glass becomes larger and larger; the sands begin to pour through slowly—very slowly; each grain of sand increases in size, becomes transparent as a bubble and lo! the Freshman year comes before us. Such a huge bubble! Green as the Emer¬ ald Isle until darker shades begin to appear on its surface—these tiny spots take the form of human beings and I count one hundred and one, my classmates of the Freshman year. It is not strange that we do not recognize them immediately. There is Grace Huntley, for instance, with two long, thick braids of hair tied with dainty ribbons; and Marion Williams minus her gum. On the other side of the street trips little LoMoyne Braley in cunning knickers and a white blouse, his books stowed away neatly under his arm. There were four distinct groups. The largest who seemed to be very much at home, had stepped across from the annex for their Fresh¬ man work. The next group—oh, horrors to think of it!—had to encounter the dangers of a street car crossing for their advanced educa¬ tion, as they had been playmates at Samuel Findley. Some were compelled to climb twice as high for their high school education as for their elementary education since they entered North from Bryan School. A few lonesome ones were separated from all; they had come from other cities. There they were, at any r ate, a motley crew thrown together—some eager to do; some eager not to do; and some not eager at all. The bubble becomes clouded—darker and darker the green. Ah! no wonder, classmates, in this scene we view the Freshman studies. The alphabet is at war a r: b + c = xyjfz. we d 4- e—f w y hesitating, decline inimicus—inimicus—inim- ici—inimico—in-a-mix-we’d give-a-heap to be out-of; we study for a History test—1642 Columbus discovered America, 1876 Decla¬ ration of Independence, 1761-63 Civil War THE NORTH STAR 21 1922 we’ll graduate if Mr. Smith will let us drop this subject. Suddenly the bubble becomes speckled as a guinea hen. The green mixes with the black, the black runs into the green. “Oh,” we cry in dismay, “is it going to burst?” Be calm. This confusion is caused only by the ringing of a harmless class bell. It is a pic¬ ture of chaos, this sea of boys and girls pour¬ ing into the halls, bound for they know not where—due in two minutes. They push, they crowd, and some thoughtless scamp, an upper class-man, of course, blocks the way at the head of the stairs, incidentally exchanging papers for the next recitation, little realizing that teachers are also among that crowd. Now these cherubs arrive on the second floor, where they go through the same churning process, all the while wishing for a traffic cop to enforce the law “Keep to the Right.” There’s room so-and-so. They rush in breath¬ less, they are seated, (having proved the rule — survival of the fittest), another siren’s shriek rends the air, and the roll is called. One might be comfortable for forty minutes, aside from his lesson, if the ringing of the nurse’s bell didn’t make his heart skip a beat, or the fire alarm lodge that most vital organ on the tip of his tongue. Now the bubble resumes its natural green, but beautiful soft shades of blue and pink be¬ gin to intermingle with the predominating color. Yes, there are some very beautiful spots in the Freshman Year. The names of one-fourth of the class come into prominence on the scholarship roll of the year. The Freshman social held on the afternoon of No¬ vember 20, 1919 is one of the bright spots. It was a perfect success—this, our first party. The boys lined up symmetrically in a row on the right hand side of the room; the girls lined up similarly on the left hand side of the room. Any attempt in the early stage of the party to move these people from their places would have convinced one that they had become rooted to the floor. They were just beginning to enter the games when the party came to an end. We think we know the reason why the board of Education won’t permit the Freshmen to have their parties at night the girls would be afraid to go home alone in the dark; and the boys—well, they wouldn’t be afraid, but, they’d rather go home alone as Freshmen. The bubble vanishes and in its place stands the hour glass, the sands have sifted so slow¬ ly in our Freshman year! The next transparent globule that floats before us has a beautiful silver sheen. It is all glisten and glamor—a sparkling thing our Sophomore year. Seventy-one miniature figures appear in this bubble, not as a stop on the bubble but each as a twinkling star. How few the cares of this year! Accustom¬ ed to everyingnow; studies, bells, classmates, teachers and all. Some seemed to have learned how to study—for them the road was easy; others had not learned this—but what of that? Hadn’t they the Junior and Senior year yet in which to master that? Besides, was there much that a Sophomore didn’t know? How tiny the Freshmen seemed to us; we were making friends among the Sen¬ iors. Only a few distasteful subjects detracted from the pleasures of the year. In Latin, Caesar’s bridge was too impossible to be bridged by us. In geometry, we looked at the fantastic figures drawn in the air and on the board by Mr. Wagner. We listened to his very careful explanations and dreamily said, “ I see ” just as the blind man says it and straight-way walks into a brick wall. At no place in the picture do we wear the troubled, worried expressions of our Freshman year. The scenes seem to flit quickly in this picture. Fewer names are to be found on the scholarship roll, but we glance over that hurriedly and center our attention on the next scene, North’s first football game. There was not one of our boys along the side lines that day who didn’t aspire to foot¬ ball fame some day. Of course, these were the days when North appeared as little less than nihil among the other city teams, so our score (Continued on Page 41) 22 THE NORTH STAR 1922 Revelations of Aladdin’s Wonder Lamp TN the year nineteen-hundred and twenty- seven, because business conditions were very dull and because my imagination had been fired by several Oriental works I had re¬ cently read, I determined to complete a tour through India, Persia, Asia Minor and Egypt. I wished to study the peculiar people of these lands and to visit these places made so fa¬ mous by these tales I had read. Five years had elapsed since my resolu¬ t ion had gone into effect and I had toured India, Persia, and Assyria. Besides carrying out my predetermined work, I had been in the habit of stopping for some time in the small villages and mingling with the natives, en¬ deavoring to understand them through their common talk. During my stay in India, I had been deeply interested in the juggler’s tricks, and while in Persia and Assyria I at¬ tempted by the aid of my poor knowledge of the dialect to contrast these people with the Hindoos. One hot afternoon I spent in a secluded temple, and as I was lazily looking over the curios of the place for the fiftieth time, I dis¬ covered that which aused the events which I here record. Half concealed in a niche in the wall lay a much-tarnished old brass lamp. Upon examining it, I saw that it was unlike any lamp I had ever seen. Like a flash I thought of Aladdin’s lamp. What if this were the wonder lamp that had made Alad¬ din so opulent, here in an Assyria ntemple! Smiling at myself, I resolved to satisfy my curiosity and see if this lamp had the fabled powers. So, returning after dark, I lifted this treasure from the wall; and with my heart beating like a trip-hammer, I brushed my hand three times over the dusty surface of the curio. I was stupefied by the result. There was a deep rumble and a roar. The floor seemed to roll as in an earthquake. A sound as of escaping steam filled my ears. An intense brightness dazzled and blinded me for an instant. When I recovered my vision, I confusedly glanced up to see none other than the Genie of the Wonder lamp. He was very tall—more than twice my height. His face was mis-shapen; he had piercing eyes, a large flat nose, and a twisted mouth. Two teeth projected over his chin¬ like fangs. On his fore-head were horns. His hair was rough and matted. In general form he had the head and shoulders of a human being, but the rest of his body trailed away into a huge cloud of mist. “Your wish?” he demanded. Although terrified almost to stupefaction at the success of my experiment, I knew well the awful penalty for summoning the genie to no purpose; so, casting about for a request, I said, “Show me what my class is doing. It has been ten years since we parted.” He led me to the top of a hill, and as he waved his magic wand three times, the clouds, mountains, hills, valleys, trees and flowers of the Far East all disappeared, and a great white screen stood in their place. On this screen was flashed,“International News.” “Look,” he commanded. Harry Williams, the figure head super¬ intending the construction of the new Brooklyn Bridge. (Wouldn’t you show those teeth too, if you had them and wouldn’t you grin if you had his job?) J. R. Bartell, Harvard’s Foot-ball coach, begrudges the time it takes the camera to snap his picture. General Superintendent A. Calcagni with his assistant, John Lo Cascio of the Spanish-American By-Products Compa¬ ny visits America. Miss Grace Huntley, a missionary recent¬ ly returned from the Phillippines, always wears the same smile—Merryw(h)eath- er she has a reason or not. Miss Frances Horning, a famous prima donna, protests as the camera man in¬ sists on getting her picture. (If only THE NORTH STAR 23 more American girls could possess her modest manner!) The featur e film was the next thing to be flashed onto the screen and imagine my surprise when I read this: Frank Field presents a no star cast in The Foolish Flapper’s Folly. Approved by neither the Censowe Nor Hi-Y Organizations of North High. The Cast-Off Characters Malcolm Hargraves: A promising New York lawyer working fora promise of matrimony. Mildred Fearrington: A novelist whose most novel attraction is her southern ac¬ cent. George Bolton: A would-be chemist. Ruth Mahon ) Violet Keller ) Jazz Jugglers. Edna Hunsicker Inez Seaver Ida Imbrie Edna Imbrie Gertrude Ullet | Proficient nurses who can take tempera- I tures and feel pulses. Marion Williams: The foolish flapper whose folly makes possible this trag¬ edy. Jay George: Much pursued but no pur¬ suer. Frederick Davis: Chief of Police, who as¬ sumes these duties when he hasn’t a good book to read. Audree Hubbard: Proprietress of an exclusive gift shop—almost exclusive enough to go into bankruptcy. Eva Chapman: A poetess endowed with a rare ability to rime words. Marie Beachler Artists, unconsciously Laura Blake ) cartoonists. Merrill Witmer: A Latin professor who wouldn’t even keep the horse that was sacred to the Penates. Esther Swanson: An English teacher who chooses to write her own textbook. Three fourths of the pages are used for pictures. LoMoyne Braley: A football coach with a unique sense of humor. Myer Goldenburg: A detective whose creed is “Silence is golden”. Helen Dile: A Domestic Science teacher, responsible for comparatively few casu¬ alties. Dean Waring: A mathematician with fifty shelves of answer books. Robert Rutherford Paul Harrington Lawrence Green } Band——it’s in the l world of harmony. Bessie Stelzer Ethel Pontius Stenographers: speedy June Gifford on dictation, but slow Fern McGuire j on transcription. Dorothy Baker J Ralph Sommers ) Policemen George Hippensteeie ) Carl Shocknesse: An overseer on the Ideal Farm. p , ... p ) Doctors possessing tv 11P u f as little practice as Kenneth Nighman j ljcense ] Farmerettes who con- LonaTeele [ duct the Ideal Farm Norma Helcher [ on which they raise J the ideal onion, etc. William Bellamy: Truck driver for the Teele and Helcher Provision Co., with much accident experience. Dorothy Lantz Gretchen Beck Kathryn Lantz Modistes with a skin you’d love to touch for just one minute, to get even for their atrocities . upon you. I Another possessor [ of a unique sense of _ „ . | humor, and also an Eugene Denning J accountant who can j add more quickly in J his head than Clara Olhoeft can on a broken adding machine. Byron Querry: A poor banker whose cry is “Money, money everywhere, and not a cent to spend.” “Mercy!” I sighed as I read the last name, “What sort of a Toonerville Trolley is this to be?” I’ll tell you the plot of the foolish thing — (Continued on Page 46) 24 THE NORTH STAR The Last Will and Testament of the Class of June 1922 W E, the Class of January 1922 of North High School of the County of Summit, the State of Ohio, being sound of mind, do hereby make and publish this, our last will and testament, and do hereby revoke and make null and void all previous wills which we have made. Item I. To the Board of Education we de¬ sire to express our appreciation for (1) the semester examinations which give many a Goldsmith who “writes like an angel, but talks like poor Poll,” a fitting chance to re¬ deem his reputation; (2) for free text books, too dear to us at any cost; (3) and for the print shop with its North Star which has lit up the school quarterly. To this august body we also wish to be¬ queath “Leave Me with a Smile,” “Ain’t We Got Fun,” “My Man,” “The Sheik,” and similar other Jazz joys which they have ostra¬ cized from the proper high school entertain¬ ments. Item II. To Mr. Smith, our principal and friend, we wish to extend our sincerest thanks for his interest in making us fit men and women of tomorrow. We hope that his stimulating right shoe and his ever-present danger signal may have an influence as last¬ ing as it has been effective. Item III.To the teachers we wish to express our heart-felt thanks at this pre-exam period for many things; their interesting entertain¬ ments from 3:30-4:30 (admission free yet com¬ pulsory); for their frank criticism which left little room for flattery; for their deep under¬ standing which is responsible for cornering us in many a prank; but especially for their whole-souled enthusiasm and encouragement in all our undertakings. Item IV. To the January Class of ’23 we be¬ queath the bald-headed rows in chapel; Room 202 with its desks on which is inscribed in hieroglyphics, presumably the history of all achievements, both football and amorous, of all previous classes; the narrow cloak hall that admits passage to only those umbrella¬ like sylphs of the diameter of a match; and the individual mirrors that have played such a part in the education of our Senior girls. Items V, VI, VII. To the Freshmen, Soph¬ omores, and Juniors respectively, we wish to bequeath a few mottoes or maxims which we have outgrown. To the Freshmen who think we are so wonderful, we bequeath the quotation, “Things are not what they seem;” (2) To the Sophomores, “To know how dull we are is the first step to knowledge;” To the Juniors, “Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt; and every grin so merry draws one out.” Item VIII. To the modern Darwins, Hux¬ leys etc. and to the Sophomore A’s, who know they will be able to understand them, we be¬ queath the revelations of our commencement speeches. Item IX. To the Glee Club, the Carusos, Alma Glucks, and McCormicks of the Class of ’22, will all the harmony of their beauti¬ ful, young voices. Item X. To Mr. Vincent, as an addition to the apparatus of the gymnasium, we re¬ turn all the dumb-bells which in some way found their way into the lower third of our class. Item XI. To whomever the cruel fates decree the office of treasurer of the January class of ’23, Malcolm Hargraves gives his abil¬ ity to get money out of stones. Item XII. To the meek and timid among the underclassmen, we bequeath the audacity of the few Senior boys who dared to watch Miss Rook back out from behind a shed for the first time in her new Ford Coupe. Item XIII. To any incoming student of American Literature that desires it, Merrill Witmer wills his ability to form a quick opin¬ ion. Item XIV. To North High we bequeath our good spirit and best wishes. Item XV. We hereby nominate and appoint Principal H. R. Smith as executor of this, our last will and testament. In witness whereof, we hereunto set our hand this twenty-fifth day of May, in the year of our Lord, 1922. Signed: Eugene Denning, Class of 1922, By Audree Hubbard. Eugene Denning. THE NORTH STAR 25 EL DORADO A GORGEOUS, golden city—wonderful— impossible! Long ago, the Spanish called it El Dorado—meaning a city of fabulous wealth. Today, we call it the land of our dreams—a haven as unattainable as the stars. The silver whiteness in the east flushed rose-pink; a faint twitter of birds heralded the new day; the air gently murmured; then— Dawn! Through the mist the “Land of Dreams Come True” lifted glittering towers and gilded turrets to the morn’s vivid coloring. We trembled at the beauty of it and watching in awed silence, saw a rim of burning crimson rise above the horizon. Our spirits, hopes, and ambitions rose with it and soared above El Dorado’s loftiest heights. “Oh! when the sun besieges with his last shafts those castles, we will have reached them—their grandeur and glory will be ours!” we think. We set out in the cool freshness of early morning with a song in our hearts and a smile on our lips. It could not be far—this fairy land of happiness—and what mattered if it were? The way was full of enchantment— those elusive mists, those heights, sunny until the clouds wrapped them in mystery; those fathomless depths between the mountains! Wonder, enchantment, beauty—Youth! The journey was long and fascinating; even when the road was steep and rocky and barren we laughed, for El Dorado’s golden rays penetrated the darkest path. But very few were the difficult slopes compared with the beautiful gardens along the pathway. Some lingered in these fair places and won¬ dered, “Could El Dorado be more desirable than these.” Others went onward. The sun had not yet reached the height of his course —morning was still here. “Let us wait until noon; then we will rest” they promised. But those who remained said, “This is enough, why wish more?” and lost the longing in their hearts and learned to loathe El Dorado’s gay places and fragrant flowers. We had climbed the last hill; the sun was high in the heavens; everything about us gleamed and glittered—El Dorado, Land of Dreams! We thrilled at the attainment of it. This was all! We could rest! And we rested while our eyes became accustomed to the brilliance. “All? Nothing more?” came a voice and the echo in our hearts twisted and held them in terror. Was this the glorious city we had seen at dawn—the complete attainment of our de¬ sires? We looked away into the distance and bright and shining spires rose to the noon day’s sky. Suddenly up through our hearts there welled an overwhelming gladness-—to jour¬ ney on, on through the afternoon, on to the sunset. Our goal again was a beautiful city, but even its enchantment and the memory of our triumph over a long, long way filled with hardships and temptations to turn back, left us small contentment. Contentment? What was contentment? Since Dawn’s cheery smile had first brighten¬ ed the horizon, we had been searching for contentment—complete satisfaction, happi¬ ness, and we had not attempted to analyze it until now. We had thought that by desiring, and striving, and attaining, that we should find peace of mind and heart and soul. We had wished for El Dorado. We had worked toward it. We had achieved it. Yet we were disappointed, not with the wonder, itself, but with ourselves; for we found little satisfying happiness in the achieved thing; our only joy had been in the anticipation—the looking ahead and seeing something that was even greater than that which was ours—the true El Dorado. If once more we could glimpse the unat¬ tainable, we would set out again even while gentle twilight slipt upon us with soft and silver tread; even though the ebon blackness of night overcame us; we would travel as long as our eyes could see, as long as our hearts could hope! With our eyes raised high toward our goal we travelled through the stifling heat of af¬ ternoon. We grew weary. Much of our early morning buoyancy was gone. This time we would stop and enjoy our deserved success; we would be glad of full achievement. Slow¬ ly, determinedly we mounted the last steep ascent. In dismay, we turned toward the sinking sun and lo! through the saffron mist we saw El Dorado’s graceful, golden spires, rising magnificently in the glory of the sunset. —Mildred Fearrington, ’22 SENIOR B CLASS Front row: Left to right—Clifton Newhall, Donald Lewis, Frank Scoville, Olis Cole, Robert Fickes, Alvan Lantz, George Hippensteele, Abraham Gill John Flanders, Chester Elwarner, Lester Wiedie, Thomas Stebbins Back row: Left to right—Jessie Biers, Dorothy Barber, Mable Uplinger, Ruth Nugent, Margaret Wyant, Irene Fouse, Constance Evans Virginia Fleming, Mildred Armstrong, Stella Haas, Alice Bauer, Muriel Sharrock, Margaret Wilson, Mildred Christie, Mildred Kidd YilSfSIS r 4 1 ■yJM fTTI 4 vis? |jl3 i l 2, 1 OCZJOOOC JOOOOOOOOOC 3000000oooc jOOOOOOOOOC 3000000OOOC DOOOOOOOOCC Austin, Lorraine Benn, Paul Bickler, Hulda Bowman, Ruth Brant, Roland Carson, Gertrude Chamberlain, Armin Christie, Anna Constiner, Miriam Davis, Donald Dowell, Laura Dyke, Thelma Elwarner, Chester Farruggia, Joseph Finks, Alice Fiasco, Joe JOOOdOOO HS Junior Classes Eleven A Harkins, Myron Hershey, Fern Hoffman, Mildred Hoopes, Fred Hughes, Goldie Imbrie, Erla Jenkins, Charles Jones, William Kauffman, Huber Kepple, Helen Klahre, Ethel Kramer, Dale Longaker, Perry Lynds, Jeanette Maglione, Alice Manderbach, Ruth Pardee, Viola Peters, Dominic Porterfield, Oneita Querry, Chester Robertson, Lowell Rose, William Russel, Gordon Smith, Robert Supowit, Ruth Sutter, Leo Trautwein, Matilda Victor, Alfred Wall, Gladys Wheeler, Ray Wilkinson, Ruth Gilbert, Bessie McGlynn, Zelma Wilson, Florence Gill, Raphael McMillen, Ernest Witmer, Marie Graybill, Claire Page, Pauline Zimmerman, Mary Eleven B Adams, Virginia Holl, Burdette Riggs, Anna Averell, Max Horn, Carolyn Robertson, Vera Badgett, Zula Horning, Irene Scheuneman, Martha Ballinger, Victor Howell, Florence Sibbald, Betty Best, Edwin Huff, Geraldine Smith, Mary Booth, Ralph Hunsicker, Alberta Sommers, Margaret Botzum, William Johnson, George Spessard, Carl Boughton, Margaret Johnson, Ila Stiles, Charles Braunstein, Katie Lachman, William Tiernan, Mildred Bucey, Leah Lynds, Margaret Tschumi, Esther Campbell, Katherine Lynds, Marjorie Tucker, Richard Carey, Lucile Mackey, Jeannette VanHyning, Robert Carter, Noami Mahoney, Robert Viers, Vida Conti, Joe Mann, Angelena Wassmer, Beaven Davidson, Peter Martin, Harriet Welty, Ralph DeArmit, Richard McFarland, Victor Werstler, Ruth Dey, Alice Meier, Helen Westfall, Ida Ewald, Marie Morgan, William Williams, Paul Fargo, Anna Belle Nichols, Robert Williams, Ray Griffith, Frances Nipple, Melvin Williard, Leonard Griffith, Noami Olhoeft, Emil Wolfe, Lucile Hodder, Emily Olhoeft, Walter Zimmerman, Paul 3 OOOC JOOOOOOOOOC OOOOOOOOOOC JOOOOOOOOOC JOOOOOOOOOC DOOOOOOOOOC ioooczxJ Qdaoooc _-JL.J_-: OOOCXX)OOOl_ jooooooonor --.nnnnnnnnni -inmnnnnmi —inmnnr.nnni- ] Sophomore Classes DOOOCZDOQ Hi Ten A 8 Alexander, Charles Hochberg, Margaret Randall, Lucetta Allison, Roma Hodson, Clinton Reinhold, Theodore Armstrong, Elizabeth Horn, Helen Satow, Ivan § ] Auman, Eugenia Hughes, Lillian Scheck, Gertrude § 8 Bendell, Helene Hughes, Martha Schrank, Edna 8 Beorn, Marie Ingalls, Edna Selzer, Esther 5 Bishop, Donald Jacoby, Gabriel Shenk, Arthur Bolton, Frank Johnson, Lester Siddall, Edna 8 Calbetzor, Bernice Kaylor, Harry Spangler, Marie § § Colegrave, Marie Kraft, Adeline Stull, Olive § 8 Cook, Rubie Kuehnert, Olga Tiernan, Bessie 8 Crano, Rose Likens, Basil Tullio, John : D’Angelo, Adelaide Long, William Underhill, Merkle Daley, James Manelick, Harriet VanKirk, Budd Davis, Mildred Manziona, Matilda Vernotzy, Gerald § § Eckroad, Evelyn Mekeal, Marie Volz, Lincoln § Esworthy, Wilda Miller, Irene Waite, Thelma a Fisher, Fred Miller, Wesley Ward, Blair ■ Flickinger, Margery Morse, Edna Whaley, Royden Foote, Lucille Mosely, Pearl White, Ronald : 8 Freund, Karl Mosholder, Kathryn Wilhelm, Florence § § Gurney, Marie Newmyer, Meradith Wolford, Annelee § 8 Hargraves, Wesley Phillips, Ross Zimmerman, John 8 Harshbarger, Harry Porter, Myrtle Zurchmit, Ruth ooooooc Ten B | Atkinson, Edgar Hoffmaster, Karl Myers, Elizabeth Badgett, Isabelle Horning, Gilbert Nelson, Weldon Beck, Pauline Hunt, Esther Parenti, Romeo 8 B Bickel, Louise Hutz, Charles Ratcliff, Gladys 0 Bissell, Gail Johnston, Esther Scholz, Elsie 8 3 Bittner, Edgar Karadin, Anton Schwarz, Gerald o Boehm, Henry Kauffman, Magaret Sibbald, Dorothy Brown, Pauline Keiffer, Bertha Sirdefield, Violet Brunswick, DeWitt Keller, William Smith, Ada § a Bunts, Esther Ketcher, Helene Smith, Rose o Chapman, Dorothy Kille, Gerald Stinaff, Girdwood o Coleman, Herbert Lapinsky, Stanley Summers, Harold o D’Amico, George Lattimore, Madeline Thompson, Edith Elwarner, Margaret Lauritzen, Wengel Trommer, Louis Fargo, Louise Leib, Nellie Tulchinsky, Bessie § g Fitzpatrick, Lester Licata, Anthony Warden, Fern 8 o Fritsch, Paul Limric, Chester Wells Cleon o Galehouse, Dean Macaluso, August 2 Galehouse, Florence Mahaffey, Ruth w liiidms, ivdcnci Gerstenmaier, Ethel Matti, Maud Witmer, Martha Heppberger, Chester Merryweather, Lloyd Wolf, Alvin g 8 Hershey, Winfield Miletti, Louis Zeisig, Bernard a j Hoffman, Kenneth Mosely, Grace Zimmerman, Byrl g 0 A-«—innni - innnnnnnnni - innnnon.-mni-nnnnnnnnni-innoooooooi- iQOQOOOOOQcrzr: 500CC=xj THE NORTH STAR 33 Freshmen Classes Nine A Alexander, Charles Alt, Margaret Barnes, Ray Baughman, Doris Beachler, Arline Belfiglio, Edmond Biassela, Pete Billow, Bernadine Bishop, Lillias Bissel, Allen Bissel, Herbert Bittner, Charles Boyd, Lena Boy ter, Joseph Brumbaugh, Anna Brumbaugh, William Bunting, Dorothy Burt, LeRoy Carey, Alice Chase, Juanita Chittenden, Thomas Clapsadel, Thorp Culver, Glenn Davis, Mary DiLauro Joseph Dolomore, Ruth Dyke, Ula Edwards, Verna Allen, John Bair, Marguerite Baker, Lawrence Ball, Collas Beachler, Frances Behncke, Pauline Bergdorf, Gerald Bergdorf, Muriel Bevington, Royal Blackman, Allen Booth, Richard Bowen, Bertha Broske, Frank Bryant, Elmer Calcagni, Rena Cantaley, Jennie Carlton, Bessie Case, Ernest Castor, Andrea Clayton, Mildred Fargo, Jeannette Fessenden, Vera Fiocca, Carl Flanders, Stanley Fiasco, James Flower, Dean Fogle, William Fouse, Esther Gale, Donald Galehouse, Grace Ganyard, Donna Garman, Edwin Garman, Charles Garret, Jeane Gartner, Marita Gaylord, Dorothy Gill, Marian Hampel, Louis Harford, Margaret Hawkins, Donald Hebden, Marjorie Hickey, Kathryn Hinkel, Bertha Hite, Glen Hughes, Edgar Jackson, Francis Jevrem, Veda Kerr, Margaret Krausse, Bernhard Lantz, Henrietta Lauritzen, Wengel Limric, Victor Martin, Edwin Martin, Harold McDonald, Beatrice McShaffery, Eleanor McTammanv, Dorothy Menara, Leata Merold, Laurence Merril, Bernice Michalec, Sophie Michalec, Tillie Monnypenny, Elizabeth Musacchia, Mary Nichols, Martha Parsons, Frances Pera, Dorfen Peters, Mary Porter, Maxine Raber, Edna Raulfs, Edna Rea, Helen Reinker, Eleanor Rial, Leroy Roberts, Winifred Nine B Jlose, Alice Foie, Mildred Fonley, Blaine Fonners, Calvin Fooperider, Albert Forwin, Helen Frano, Verna Fresanti, Melvia Decker, Donna D’Elisa, Louise Deyorio, Nickolas Dixon, Donald Donaldson, Martha Dostal, Charles Dowell, Edith Dyke, Marjorie Farley, Lawrence Featherstun, Juliet Ferguson, Kenneth Field, Eva (Continued Fouts, Delmare Frase, Letha Freudman, Fred Fulton, Harrison Galbraith, Margaret Garratt, Herbert Gay, Frances George, Glenn Belva Gougler, Lucy Graybill, Carl Grimm, Lucille Guenther, Portia Haas, Robert Hanson, Fred Hanson, George Harris, Gilbert Hawkins, Glen Hay, Janet Herr, Wilson Hippensteal, Grace on Page 47) Rockwell, Eleanor Roepke, Kenneth Ross, John Roth, Alice Row, Earl Royer, George Schulz, Amelia Sherman, Dan Slater, James Slusser, Elwood Smith, Bessie Smith, Gilbert Smullen, Orrel Stiles, Thoburn Stinaff, Louise Stinaff, Robert Tichenor, Lois Thacker, Dorwin Tragler, Marion Weaver, Ellen Weaver, Helen Wells, Arland Wells, Cleon Westfall, Thelma Wilson, Ethel Wyler, Harriet Zissen, Joseph Zook, Burton Hoffman, Gordan Hoffman, Harold Hogarth, Paul Hoskin, Robert Huffman, Mary Hull , James Hunter, Grace Jachimowicz, Victor Jenkins, Clarence Johnson, Kermit Jordon, Augustus Kinnan, Esther Konrad, Anna Lance, Violet Langdon, Forrest Langell, Nellda Lechy, Walter Lee, Harold Lees, Frank Lockert, Robert 34 THE NORTH STAR THE BUILDING OF V7 OU hold in your hand as you read a thin volume, beautifully bound, you think, and somewhere among its pages you can see yourself smiling back at yourself just as you smiled that rainy day when the camera man took your picture for the Annual and told you to look pretty and hold still. Perhaps as you read you’re thinking that this is a mighty fine magazine; perhaps you’re think¬ ing just the opposite; but whatever you’re thinking, we thought it might be of interest to you to know “in what a forge, in what a heat were shaped the anchors of”—this Star. The battle begins in the fir t £taff meeting when the faculty advisor makes two points clear; fir t, we’ll have no room for anything that isn’t original; secondly, you may use all the humor you wish this time, but it must be real humor. Someone asks, “What is real humor? We’ve sent in funny things that have never appeared.” “Of course your jokes weren’t published if they were foolish,” is replied. For example—“What makes- blush in sixth period Latin?” “Ask-”. After some time the argument comes to an end and the advisor thinks the pupils have a depraved sense of humor; while the pu¬ pils, to say it very politely, think the advis¬ or’s sense of humor is peculiar, consequently they compromise and we publish such a side splitting witticism as this: “What is the Latin race?” Answer: “The race between the Latin pony and the teacher’s goat.” Someone suggests that he has a slick idea for the history and begins to elongate an extensive plan, when the editor dampens the spirits of the staff by saying, “Will all that go on three pages? We were told that we could publish only a limited number of pages and we can’t allow more than three of these for the history. You must adapt your ideas to the space allowed,” and so saying, a per¬ fectly good idea goes to smash! Then some bold Lochinvar announces that the prophecy of the class might be made in THE NORTH STAR to a modern movie scenario using the grad¬ uates for characters. Some Harold Lloyd sug¬ gests that it be made a comedy. And again the war with foolishness is waged culminating in this Treaty of Peace. “You may make it as foolish as the modern movie if in the course of your production you criticise the lack of plot and general character of the modern sce¬ nario.” “All right,” says the prophet, “I can do that in a paragraph.” Now the battle between the advisor and editors vs. the student body comes to an end; and the next war is waged in the print shop where these echoes are heard. “Why in the world don’t they type this material before they send it down to us?—How can they expect us to read this scribbling? What grade kid set up this type anyway?—He certainly made a botch of it”—(Just remember, printers, all that work has to be done outside of class time by that staff—there’s no class in journalism to take care of it. It’s only a side issue with them.) Now all is peaceful again in the print shop and the din of battle echoes from the proof reading room. “Mercy let’s have the original copy, we never sent down such a thing as this: This might be Charon looking for a cow to pay him for ferrying me across; “Frank’s as idle as a painted shop Upon a painted ocean.” -was a popular girl, she had many beans.” Corrections are made and this echo dies down when a heated argument comes to our ears from the print shop. “But on the copy I have a dash here-” “I can’t help that. We’ve run out of all the dashes in that size type, so you’ll have to use a comma or nothing. As it is, we have to run off three or four pages before we can set up another to get type enough.” They decide on a comma and “all goes merry as a wedding bell until Hush! Hark! A deep sound strikes like a rising knell!” Soon it becomes the cannon’s opening roar—the magazine is in circulation. THE NORTH STAR 35 “It’s a wise boy that knows his own pro¬ duction after the staff takes it through the refining process”—one boy calls. Nine cases out of ten that wise boy thinks his produc¬ tion has been utterly ruined.” “Where’s that good joke on—-1 sent in? Gee, that would have made any magazine, and here they didn’t use it.” Now you’ve glanced at the inside working of this thin volume and may marvel at the fact that the members of the staff and the printers are still on speaking terms. The only thing they have agreed upon from the time the magazine was in the bud is the fact that they’ve never worked so hard on any¬ thing in their lives. OQOC---JOQO Seniorism A Senior! A freshman, sophomore, or even a junior looks forward to the time when he may apply this name to himself. In the minds of these underclassmen the name seems to imply ease and comfort, a feeling that all will soon be over. Yes, it might, but the pros¬ pect of ease suddenly vanishes as the student enters this year and he and his flights of fancy come to earth with a thud. In the first part of the year the class holds its first meeting—the meeting that everyone has been looking forward to with such pleas¬ ure. It comes and it goes, and incidentally is the last class meeting that any of them look forward to with any delight. In these fir t meetings the officers are elected and different committees are appoint¬ ed; viz. ring, flower, poem, song, and color. The first ring designs are submitted and before the discussion is over, the seniors think that their color should be black and blue; their song, a battle hymn; their flower, a lily; their poem, an epitaph; and the only ring they can see in sight is the solemn tolling of a bell, in memory of a perfectly good class —shot to pieces. There is one redeeming feat¬ ure about these discussions, they raise a boun¬ tiful crop of debaters and the tenacity with which they hold on to their tottering convic¬ tions would shame a bulldog, for as Gold¬ smith says: “In arguing too, they showed the utmost skill, for even though vanquished, they could argue still.” This spirited combat of words continues till the last part of the year, then the design is finally chosen. The choice of the design depends upon the number of boys or girls in the class. If the boys have a majority of votes—but it is never so, the girls as usual get the design they wish. In the meantime the treasurer makes his rounds; the dues creep up to fifty cents, a dollar, two dollars and up. Rings, pennants, name cards, announcements and clothes all require further expenditure of father’s hard- earned money. We realize the wisdom of careful study of the contents of that book not included in any high school course-proba- bly because there is so little in—it the Ameri¬ can pocket-book. The “Waterloo” of tests and final exami¬ nations comes at last. The suspense for the next few days is intense. The C and D stu¬ dent is torn by fear and anxiety; will he pass or not? When the results are known, those who have passed are joyful; but those who have failed—theirs is the Stygian gloom. The full measure of joy arrives on gradua¬ tion day. Parents, teachers, alumni, friends and classmates assemble. Happiness is on every one’s face but not in their hearts. The graduates dreamed they would have a long desired feeling of freedom when they left the school, “Educated”; but a feeling of regret creeps over them which they cannot dispel, as they think of leaving old associates and of starting anew. So Frosh, Sophomores, and Juniors, do not imagine that you will experience a year of ease and security when you reach “Senior¬ ism”, because your difficulties will have just begun. — R. Paul Harrington WE WISH TO EXPRESS OUR APPRECIATION TO THE PUPILS OF THE PRINT SHOP FOR THEIR WORK AND CO-OPERATION IN THE PUBLISHING OF THIS MAGAZINE— THE STAFF 36 THE NORTH STAR HERO AND HERO-WORSHIP CENTERING your school the other day, I came upon a crowd of fellows who seemed to be joshing one fellow in particular, “kidding” they call it, just having a little good natured fun. Standing at the edge of this group was a keen-eyed, bright faced little chap. In his eyes shone the light of hero-wor¬ ship. He was happy, extremely happy. First, because his idol was the center of attraction; second, just that noon his idol had given him a cheery smile and a happy greeting and third, some day he was going to be just such a fellow as that idol. Why shouldn’t he be happy? His was the happiness of a proud, respectful, idolizing slave whose thought was the greatness of his master. This was the kind of little fellow I saw in this group — one whose world was complete. And then things took a change, somehow theinexplicablehad happened. Another fellow had drifted over and had joined the punners, but his was a different kind of punning. He made a low guarded remark; conversation ceased, the blood receded and then flamed in the idol’s face—and amidst all this the little fellow stood, the happy smile replaced by a confident one that said his hero would stand the test. The idol made a retort, curt, un¬ pleasant, and unthinking, and so doing turn¬ ed squarely on his heel and left. The group was disquieted and embarrass¬ ed, the offender subdued, and the atmosphere tense, but in these things we are not in¬ terested. We are interested in the effect of this thoughtless, impulsive retort upon the hero-worshipper. There he stood—a quiet, trusting, confident smile lighting his face. He knew his hero could stand the test, he didn’t doubt it. But—his hero had failed. Slowly that light of adoration disappeared from his eyes, his jaw set, his shoulders drooped, he slunk away. His idol had feet of clay; his ob¬ ject of perfect manhood was imperfect;—but why enumerate the thoughts rushing through that anguished little mind? He slunk away to morbid and brooding thoughts. His was the cruel and rude awakening of one who finds that his object of adoration is plaster when it should have been marble. For the time being his faith in human nature is shattered, he gropes about blindly trying to rebuild his idol but it is all in vain. His ambit¬ ions grow cold, for what’s the use when they were founded on the ideals of his broken idol. His happy, trusting nature leaves; things seem false to him now. He begins to doubt the sincerity of his other friends. He lives in a bewildered state—these are the results of such an awakening. Now let’s consider the outcome of this awakening on this little fellow. In time he will get back much of his faith, but he will always have a scar on his memory. He will have grown a little older in mind, more cynical, less frank, less spontaneous. He won’t be quite so trusting. But now what of the idol who unwittingly has done so much damage? He didn’t know the height at which he had been placed; in fact, I doubt if he ever realized that he ever had toppled from any height. He couldn’t help it because some little kid had suffered from his remark. How did he know the youngster looked up to him? He was entire¬ ly innocent of this little tragedy. But if he had said the right thing, if he had done the noble thing, what a different world would this little hero-worshipper have lived in. Isn’t it the same with all of us? We all have our ideals, our perfect examples of manhood and womenhood. We all hero-worship and the hero is none the wiser. Now if we all hero worship, some one must look up to us. Some one does lookup to you! You have been plac¬ ed on a pedestal by someone—your influence can be for good or for bad. By your words or actions you may help lay the foundation for a great career or you may destroy and ruin a career of promise. The greater your achievements, the greater the need to hold your place on this pedestal. Look at your feet! Are they clay? Test your material! Is it soft, crumbly, worthless? Are you a sham? If you are not, cherish your position in someone’s life and make it count. Be the idol with the influence that makes men and women, that molds character, that builds lives. If you can do this and no more, you have filled your niche in the world com¬ pletely. The Observer THE NORTH STAR 37 GOODBYE, TT has been said that advice is cheap; and so in these thrifty times, why not take advantage of this bargain? You, Seniors, who have toiled and worried through four (or more) years at North, cer¬ tainly must have acquired a wonderful pow¬ er of tenacity by this time. You have devel¬ oped the ability to “hold on” until it is im¬ bedded in your very soul, as a rock becomes imbedded in earth. And I would say that this courage and determination to see any project or undertaking through is the most valuable treasure acquired in all your school life. Some of you, may, in the course of years, become renowned journalists, writers, sculp¬ tors, or painters, and in these positions a few will attain the heights of fame. The world’s mouth will drop open, even at the mention of your names. But this will not be a sudden rise. You will reach this summit only by dogged deter¬ mination and sacrifice. Many times discour¬ agement will block your way, but you will hesitate only for a moment and then journey on, as a river winds its way around a hill. Then, when you are treading the paths of glory, you will say that your ambition is truly realized. But no more will you have reached your goal than some new rival will be trying to surmount your pedestal. Then you will have your real struggle; but if you keep your cour¬ age tense, you will still triumph. Some of you, in years to come, will be ac¬ claimed financial wizards, and the money- markets of the world will feel your very pulse. Although this condition may be possible in a short time, it is more probable that you will not reach it until Father Time has tinged your locks with silver. You who gain such a place will have to practice self-denial of many things and, above all, must never let anything obstruct the vis¬ ion of your purpose. When the time arrives that your treasure is counted in no less than millions, you will say that you, also, have reached the pinnacle of success. And yet while you are enjoying all this wealthand to all eyes are seemingly impreg¬ nable, some sudden crash may come, or some combined wealth of a few may suddenly thrust you into the oblivion of poverty. But if you are courageous to the end, you SENIORS! will work unceasingly until you build a new structure upon the ashes of the past and again enjoy financial success. But the great majority of you will be sat¬ isfied with mediocre success in business. More to you will be the establishment of a friendship that will stand the acid test of many years of association with each other. You will meet thousands of people in your daily life, and will like many of them. But, among these, you will find one person whom you will treat as if he were your inner self. You will only gain such a friendship by treat¬ ing him in the very same manner as you would wish such a friend to treat you. In all your trials and sorrows, and in all your joys and pleasures, you will understand each other in a mutual way. But, when, after many years of such com¬ panionship, some jealous or careless person speaks with a poisonous tongue and finally drives a wedge between you until the bonds are broken; your sorrow will seem almost unbearable. Just muster your courage and again cement the broken arch and your friend will be a priceless treasure, more pre¬ cious than before. So, Seniors, as you put on your armor and prepare to enter the battle of life, remember that armor does not make the soldier, but only helps him gain the victory. David slew Goliath, for all his fine trappings of metal. And the thirteen Colonies under Washington were unconquerable, only because they had the courage to suffer heartache, poverty, and even death, that they might gain their liberty. Therefore, may you go out and accom¬ plish great deeds and weather the battle of life with high courage. Goodbye Seniors! If a man desires fame, and such A triumph gains that his place is secure, Then some marvel rises, and he is o’er-shadowed, And he loses; he loses much. If a man seeks wealth, and is So shrewd, that his coffers run over, Then some cruel circumstance oppresses, And he loses; he loses much. If a man seeks a friendship, and is Such a friend that a faithful friend he finds, Then some enemy speaks with a venomous tongue And he loses; he loses more. But if a man, in the battle of life, Loses his fame, his wealth, or his friend, And then his stout courage is tested, And he loses; he loses all! —Frank W. Scoville, ’23 FOOTBALL TEAM 1921 Front row: Left to right— Nipple, Wiedie, Stiles, Zeizig, Querry, Braley, Williams Middle row: McMillen, Denning, Phillipps, Bartell, Limric, Macaluso Top row: Querry, Jenkins, Van Hyning, Booth, Hoopes, Spessard, Wagner (Coach) Sutter BASKET. BALL TEAM 1922 Top row: Left to right—McMillen, Braley, Sutter (Student Manager); Wagner (Coach); Williams Bottom row: Limric, Denning, Shocknesse, Barnes,“Bartell THE NORTH STAR 39 Pa and Ma Wagner Discuss the Kids OMASH! Bang! Silence—then yells and whoops that would have awakened the dead. Pa darted to the door; Ma to the win¬ dow. “Hey—you kids! Braley! let go those cats; Mike, take those cans back to the dump; Denning, turn that stray cur out of the gate; and the rest of you keep still, I’d like a little peace after the day’s work.” Pa, having said his say, turned and went into the house. Braley released the cats, not forgetting to drop them over the fence in front of the stray dog slinking out of the yard; and Mike, keep¬ ing a couple of the noisiest looking cans, pi¬ ously returned the rest to the dump. These paternal directions carried out, the kids found something else to get into, making only as much noise as was advisable, and keeping one eye on the back door for any suspicious movement. From long experience they were able to cease their noise and resume a meek expression (usually too meek) as soon as the door moved. These fellows were typical boys; no better, no worse than the average run. Pa having shut the door, Ma called from the window, “That’s awful, Pa, to think that my boys - old enough to graduate—would take delight in such pastimes—such irresponsibil¬ ity! What ever’s to become of them. All day tomorrow I’ll be patching up their clothes.” His boys were being criticised and this proved too much for Pa Wagner. “I admit they rip up more clothes than I can afford; play hob with the furniture; eat like war ref¬ ugees; and raise the deuce in general, but they’re the finest lot of kids in the city. And as for their irresponsibility—they’ll hold their places in the world just as they have in this neighborhood. I don’t remember a time that I had to take their part and fight their fight— trouble was they’d tackle a fellow twice their size, at the drop of a hat—the time the Latin kids tried to knock down their shack, for in¬ stance, and the time they got into trouble at the Wadsworth farm.” Here Ma broke in with her usual rebuke— “But, Pa, I wish you wouldn’t encourage them in their fights. You get excited and promise to whale them if they let so-and-so’s kids lick them. You give them such encouragement and consequently they come home battered up. Remember Lester’s broken nose?” she queried. “Yes, Ma,but we didn’t get a chance to see thedecorations they put on their combatants,” and Pa smiled. “Anyway, Ma, these squabbles ’ll make men of them. Don’t you suppose the same spirit that kept Braley up all season af¬ ter he’d nearly broken his leg off when he fell out of the Massilon’s apple tree would make a fellow win out anywhere? Don’t you be¬ lieve that Denning’s quick thinking when Mr. West thought he had him cornered would make a man a success anywhere? See, Ma, you—like all other women—can’t see beyond these fights to recognize the sterling charac. teristics the boys are gaining by them.” “Well, I wish acquiring these sterling char¬ acteristics weren’t so hard on their clothes,” si ghed Ma. “That’s just like you Ma, to judge the out¬ come of all their squabbles from the few in which they have come out of the little end of the horn. After Mr. West ordered them out of his yard they got their heads together and the outcome was a raid back of the ice house on Mr. South’s boys. That was some rumpus and it was an even go until Constable Tyme came down and stopped them. That time Old Man South got after me. It wasn’t the damage done that hurt him half so much as the fact that my kids could fight as well as his.” Here Pa broke off with a hearty laugh. “Yes,that was the beginning,” he continued “and they haven’t been licked since. They came home with the scalps of St.Vincent kids and then followed the next week end with the Central boys hi des. One of the fellows down at the office told me he never watched such a good chase in his life as my boys put 40 THE NORTH STAR up that day.” I guess they were swimming down at the Wooster Run when theCentralites tried to swipe their clothes. With Les in the lead the kids charged out of the water and pelted the boys with stones. Our young¬ sters chased them clear out of their place and then went back to swim. I was surprised when I heard about it, for you know Mr. Cen¬ tral is an old resident here and has one of the largest and best known families. Never was so proud in my life as I was when 1 heard about that rumpus. “Well,” sighed Ma,“I s’pose you’re right, as usual. I certainly hope you are in this case and that all these torn clothes, broken and injured limbs, and hours of worry may come to some good end.” “Don’t worry, Ma, these six, fine, upstand¬ ing, manly fellows will be a credit to us some day—Braley’s stick-to-it-ive-ness; Bartell’s steady plodding; Querry’s and William’s abil¬ ity to put things across quietly and Denning’s lightning brain—with such traits, they’ll be able to buck up against their difficulties in the world as well as they’ve taken care of their squabbles in this neighborhood, or their Dad’s no judge,” Pa ejaculated “You’re right, Dad, with all their short com¬ ings, they’re our boys; we’ve given them high standards to live up to so, of course, they’ll turn out all right,” and Ma smiled content¬ edly. — Malcolm Hargraves,’22 While speaking of achievements, let’s sum up the football achievements of ’22: Wadsworth 0, North 0. Massillon 27, North 0. Cathedral Latin 14, North 6. West 37, North 7. Hudson 6, North 0. St Vincents 0, North 25. South 0, North 0. Central 0, North 2. You have had an account of each game of football and basketball in previous numbers of The North Star. This is an attempt to summarize all the games. A Good Beginning Makes a—Judge for Yourself W E have just completed a more successful basketball season than that of a year ago; however, we do not feel that our record in this sport shows the improvement that our record in football shows. While we start¬ ed the season with a 29-7 count in our favor in the Orville game; we rapidly lost ground in the next two games—the Alumni score being 20-41 in favor of the “old northers,” and the Lakewood count 7-20 in favor of Lakewood. We just turned the tables in the Hudson game when the count of 20 went to North and 7 to the opponents. Again we lost ground when we lost to Bar¬ berton by a 25-34 score; and disheartened at this, we sank to the depths of despair in the Canton game when we lost by the overwhel¬ ming score of 17-45. But the darkest hour is ju t before dawn; the South game was next on the program and although we left the floor with the loser’s score of 32-21, many considered that we had outplayed the South warriors. Then we outdid ourselves in defeat in the Delaware tournament when we played the State Champs. Our score 48-9 was so awful it was funny. At the Akron Tournament we played West High and at¬ tempted to redeem ourselves. We did it by a 9 to 11 defeat. Considering this improve¬ ment, there’s no telling what we would have done had we had a chance at another game; but maybe it’s a good thing the season ended when it did—at lea t it left a good taste in our mouths. non e ) nnn Attention Athletes A new custom has been started at North! A large silver cup has been purchased and the class winning the inter-class track meet each year is to have its name and the name of the high point man engraved upon the cup. The Seniors won it this year in a hotly contested meet, the Sophomores running a close second. Bartell finished as high man with Green running second. The meet was a big success and was the opening of a suc¬ cessful track season. Since that meet the best men have been upholding Norths’s name on her track team. They have successfully defeated Barberton with a 69 to 41 score, and Kent with a 6(A to 40| - score. THE NORTH STAR 41 Our Yesterdays (Continued from Page 21) sank into oblivion. However, the expressions of pride on our faces as we watch our war¬ riors battle in the very face of defeat, proves that there is one spirit among us, and that is the spirit of loyalty to our alma mater. Next comes the Sophomore party held the evening of March 17,1920. What a contrast to the Freshman party! (Please note that this was in the evening.) Both boys and girls par¬ ticipated in the games and when the party was all over, it was rumored that certain boys had escorted certain girls home. The bubble bursts! We see that the sands have run more rapidly through our Sopho¬ more year. A pause—the sands sift again, and gradually become a beautiful rose-color¬ ed sphere. In it are fifty figures—our class¬ mates of the Junior year. Again what a change had come over us! We were going about our work more whole-heartedly; we were happier; we seemed more responsible. We assumed our new duties as the tasks allotted to us and we were happy in our com¬ panions, teachers, principal, and school. A joyous year, indeed! but happily not in the hilarious sense that our Sophomore year had been. More names are thrown on the scholar¬ ship roll. Mildred Fearrington wins the city prize in the essay contest on Akron’s Parks and Play-grounds. Norma Helcher, Thelma Crook, and Merrill Witmer are awarded priz¬ es on the essay, “Why Akron Should Vote for the Bond Issue.” The scene shifts to a classroom in which Mr. Snyder is shocking the class—by electri¬ city. Mercy! they aren’t playing post-office are they? Trying to kiss each other, sitting on a stool are two—girls! of course. The re¬ sult is amusing. The football field again comes into view and we see the faces of our classmates, more eager than ever before as they watch our boys in the West game step onto the first rung of the ladder of football success. Then a quaint old picture of Colonial days begins to take form in the sphere and we see ourselves again at the Junior party, February 22, 1921. The minuet was danced by boys and girls in Colonial costume. The Virginia Reel furnished amusement for the evening and as was prophesied four weeks before this date, So-and-so brought So-and-so to the party. A rainbow globe now emerges from the glass and gradually grows larger and larger. It is the most beautiful bubble of all. It con¬ tains all the sunset hues, all the brilliant col¬ ors of the Orient, dying into pastel shades. We can discern fifty-one rainbow treads, our classmates of the Senior year. There they are—the typical bobbed-hair, rolled-stocking, short-skirted lassies and the black sweater, N decorated lads. The school is practically turned over to them. They are the heroes of the underclassmen. They do not seem haughty and foolishly proud, but grateful to those who have helped them rise to their present station. They are proud, but it is the pride of achievement. They stand foremost in assuming responsibilities in the school. The football arena comes next and brings with it the happiest moments in the lives of many members of our class. Wild yells are emitted which I should think would burst the bubble. Fight-mud—rain—and the score of Central 0, North 2, flashes before us. We recall that the South game in which we won our first tie score with a city team had much to do with our success in the Central game. Again we see“Big PIod”Braley see-saw, Russ Bartell steadily ply his way, Denning quickly plan the next move, Querry and Williams manage to be in the right place at the right time. Again in basketball we make such a pretty showing with South, up to that time the city Champions, that our position is not im¬ paired. The bubble darkens and the tints become shades; a Senior Class meeting is assem¬ bled. Two distinct factions—the Wills and Wonts--are at war with each other on the vital subjects of class rings, pins, announce¬ ments, colors, flowers, and songs. Braley 42 THE NORTH STAR suggests for the song The Battle Hymn of the Republic; and for the cok rs, black and blue. (A sense of humor is a good thing at all times but especially at an Arms Conference or a Senior Class meeting.) There are ten good reasons for the “Whys” and as many good reasons for the “Why Nots”. Eugene Den¬ ning, our tactful class president, succeeds by some hook or crook in making these two fac¬ tions arbitrate; and the date for Commence¬ ment does not have to be postponed. A scholarship picture comes into view and we see one-third of the class on the school honor-roll. Malcolm Hargraves wins a first prize in the Press contest on Armament. Six of our number receive scholarship letters— Frances Horning, Esther Swanson, Mildred Fearrington, Malcolm Hargraves, Merril Wit- mer, and Lawrence Green. Mildred Fearring¬ ton becomes the Editor of the North Star; Malcolm Hargraves, as usual the right hand man, becomes associate editor. The irridescent bubble takes on a rosier hue and the auditorium appears decorated for the Senior party. It is indescribable,— this corner of Cherry Blossom land, with its medley of colors, wistaria arbors, quaint par¬ asols and chrysanthemums. This is in the day when terpsichorean lore has not yet been banished by our Board of Education so we “trip it on the light fantastic” until ten o’clock. Then a cruel bell rings that trans¬ fers this Japanese garden from a reality to a memory, one of the most pleasant that the memory glass has shown to us. Commencement! The bubble changes to the most beautiful hues and—bursts. The last sand has sifted through the baby hour glass. All is gloomy again in the room and Father Time is still watching. “Father Time, ”we whisper, “we thank you a thousand times for the memory glass and its brilliant bubbles that have brought back to us our most care-free days.” He looks up. “Yes, children, but you should not have sought me. Your concern is not with the past but with the future, and for that remember this—God holds in his hand the looms of our lives; the days are of your own weaving. To-day you have sought me, but my wish for the class of ’22 is, that when I shall seek them I shall find them as now- one class under One Master.” Thelma Crook,’22 My Plea | Soft ’neath the glow of a star-circled | moon A Breathes this wondrous night of June; a Breathing? No, living a last mad breath a ’Fore Dawning Day need herald Death. Poised on the threshold with timid stand, ? Awed, she scans the Promised Land: | And here in the wond’ring heart of me 1! An echo of her thots I see. I Too, on the brink of a Life, I stand Parting the drapes with trembling 0 hand. | Behind me the carefree, study-filled A years, a Years of laughter-tinged youthful f fears: | Fears for the future? What can one do 1) But do one’s best; be clean-thru and | thru? A To strive with the glory of self-endeavor A That the task be worthy, no matter a whether I The world may scoff with its too-wise smile, Success slips past nor tarries awhile, 5 Long trusted friends fade as the dew! | What matter, if in the heart of you j The aim is high, the purpose pure? J Let others crawl for Siren Gold’s lure! I lf when you leave, the world’s the same Nor better to live in than when you I came, Then had you better not come at all If no heed you’ve paid to Mankind’s I call, Nor given to all of your own brief store I And shared—tho you had but little more a Than they—nor tried in your own best | way 6 To do each deed of a tiring day 5 With a will; nor made a sacrifice gift 0 From your heart — you have not | lived! a This prayer I waft on four winds that | croon, | Flung e’en to the tips of the crescent Q moon: | “Whatever I do, I ask Thee again | Above all else—Let me be a man!” a —Submitted by Braley THE GLEE CLUB AND ORCHESTRA 44 THE NORTH STAR The North Star Views His Name-sake r I ' ' HERE was a commotion in the skies, a few triumphant yells, and out on the milky way dashed Taurus, the bull, his cut¬ out wide open and stepping on the gas for all he was worth. The ancient fight was over and Orion had put the bull to flight. The Big Bear was just tucking the Little Bear in his crib as Taurus went by. “The Saints preserve us,” she cried, “there goes our supper right by the door!” So saying, she drew on her goggles and disregarding her gears, she threw into high and gave pursuit. “Goody!” cried the little bear as he kicked the covers off, “here’s where I head for the white lights.” He made a bee-line for the North Star and was vigorously sounding that individual’s knocker a few minutes later. “Hey, Mister North, come on out and let’s paint the Milky Way red.” ’Twas the little bear who spoke. “But Teddy,” said the dignified old man in the star, “Where’s your mother? What’ll she say? Won’t she object?” “The last I saw of her she was taking the turn around the Pleiades at ninety per. Let’s get busy—at that rate she’ll be back soon ” “Well,” said Mr. North, “I’ve got news that some people down on earth are printing a magazine with my name on it and I’m curious to know, what it’s like. Let’s go down and see. What do you say?” “Done,” said the Little Bear, and off they stole. Soon the North Star led the Little Bear by the paw into the North High print shop and presently both were pawing over and read¬ ing manuscripts, proofs, and former publica¬ tions of the North Star. “Let’s find the news and see what they’re doing around here—ought to be good,” he said. “Here’s news,” said the Little Bear, and together they read. As we look back over the many interesting chapel programs of the past school year, Miss Gazella Pulver’s talk stands out as one of the best. Her message was “Fill the precious min¬ utes of precious hours of your precious lives with only the things that are worth every effort and sacrifice required to attain them.” “Pretty true, Teddy, that’s what Jupiter has always preached to us.” % sfc Armistice Day, when we were tingling with memories of war days, Doctor Douglas ad¬ dressed us. He said that war was not so glor¬ ious as its martial music but a murderous, sel¬ fish thing with the original cause centered around moneyed interests. The cost in men and money was tremendous, the destruction horrible. “So live your lives,” he advised, “that you may help blot out war forever.” 5 sis sf: sjc sfc “Humph, I wish that belligerent Mars could have heard that. What Dr. Douglas has said is true—I’d hate to look down on such a bloody combat again.” “Me too,” shuddered the little bear. % Mayor Rybolt’s plea for the Community Chest came appropriately about Xmas time. He made us realize that this issue was not merely a campaign for money, but a splendid human thing that relieved the suffering and sorrow of many unfortunates. “Well, I see they have their poor here too. Reminds me of that poor underfed dog, Canis Major, that Orion works over time.” sH sH The Hi-Y Club has been unusually active and has accomplished many worthy things this year. Besides doing innumerable small things in every-day routine, the fellows held a Father and Son Smoker, at which the boy and his dad spent an enjoyable evening to¬ gether. The Annual Freshman party and the Clean Speech Week campaign were also notable successes. In the latter an entire week was spent in starting a war against unclean language and thought. Mayor Ry- bolt gave a wonderful talk on our watch word THE NORTH STAR 45 of the week, “Does your language need a bath?” We have here one of the finest Hi- Y’s in the state and it should receive the loyal backing of every boy in the school. “I’ll bet the ideals of these boys would meet the requirements of Apollo, our ideal of fair and manly youth”, mused the North Star. “Umph huh”, answered the little bear. For parties and hikes and jolly good times this year at North has surely never been ex¬ celled. But out of the maze, four lights shine, vying with each other in brilliance. There is a Jack O’Lantern with his hideous, yet comical face and a weird, flickering light that makes your spine feel all shivery. Oh! yes—The Freshman party. How those young¬ sters did enjoy this Hallowe’en party at which they were entertained by the Censowe and Hi- Y Club. The next light—Why it must be the Aurora Borealis. It must be the Sophomores’ trip to the North Pole. Their enthusiasm prob¬ ably melted all the ice before they returned, but whatever damage they did to the snow- clad regions, the trip was certainly successful. What a cheerful, bright, red light! Made you feel like singing “Jingle Bells” and why shouldn’t it—it was the Juniors’ Xmas party —a gay affair in keeping with the holiday spirit both in decoration and entertainment. And now this last light—soft and misty and multicolored. What could it glow for except the Senior party in honor of the January grad¬ uates? All evening we dwelt in the land of cherry-blossoms and at the close of the party, we had about decided that there was some¬ thing new under the sun. “Enough to make the Graces jealous!” Vul¬ can might have felt at home on that trip to the North pole but I’ll bet Venus with all her beauty wouldn’t have held a candle at that last show. j :jc Because we had offended the Goddess, Bet¬ ter English, we set aside the week of Novem¬ ber 7-11 as sacred to her. Anyone who of¬ fended her during this week was penalized by being branded with a tag. We offered many appropriate posters at her shrine and when the week came to an end, we promised ourselves that we’d never offend this virtuous Goddess again. “Wonder if Minerva knows that Goddess,” mused the Star. On April 28-29 at the Spring Concert, we were transported to many foreign countries; we heard the folk songs and saw the folk dances of these peculiar people. The orches¬ tra never played better, and the Glee Clubs furnished excellent music. The program was instructive as well as interesting. “Wonder what the Muses would have thot of it”, commented the Star. ❖ The North High Censowe has completed a busy and successful year. The social spirit was kept up by hikes and parties, one of which was the patriotic party in February. The service work consisted of the program at the Old Peoples’ Home; sending Easter eggs to the Childrens’ Hospital, and many minor deeds of kindness. At our semi-monthly meeting we were addressed by many nota¬ bles. The newest feature of the Censowe is the Dramatic Club. The efforts of the five High School Clubs culminated in the play, “The Follies” in April. The sales campaign for the North Star opened May 5 in a unique way. Curiosity had been aroused by such posters as these adorning the halls: “Pa and Ma Discuss the Kids;” “See What Was Written for You in the Stars;” “Father Time Turns Back the Sands.” All this on May 5! The morning of May 5 chapel was conducted by the staff. Select¬ ions from the poem, history, and prophecy were given-up to the point where the interest was aroused, when the author stopped and advised that all interested should buy a Star. Then the sales manager took charge. His cry was, “Reach the quota of 500. Sign a contract from your room’s subscription agent and wear a tag. The North Star Never Failed a Man Yet. Have One!” Pandemonium reigned at noon when the contracts went on sale and at the close of school more than five hundred loyal stars were wearing tags. Who says North isn’t loyal? “Well, I’m proud of my name-sake, Teddy. I feel more important than Jove; but it would be just like Nemesis to get busy now and spoil our good time—I’ll bet your mother’s home by now!” And so saying he summoned the winds and both returned to their heavenly abode. 46 THE NORTH STAR 1922 Revelations of Aladdin’s Wonder Lamp (Continued from page 23) “I’ll spare you the pictures I was forced to be¬ hold.” Malcolm Hargraves becomes much attach¬ ed to Mildred Fearrington. A very dear friend of Mildred’s, Audree Hubbard, conducts an exclusive gift shop and in her employ we find Eva Chapman, Marie Beachler, and Laura Blake. Eva writes the poetry for the cards which Marie and Laura illustrate. Marie dis¬ likes Audree because the latter will “wait on” only male customers. Marion Williams pretends to be a bosom friend of Mildred but is jealous of her, for she loves Malcolm. Malcolm tries to push off on Marion a bashful friend, Jay George, but Jay is hard to push. Marion menaces Mildred with anonymous notes written in Latin by her friend, Merrill Witmer. She sends the verses to Marie Beachler to illustrate and the crafty Marie carelessly writes“Ye Hubbard Shoppe” at the bottom of the note. As soon as Mildred receives the note, being unable to translate it, she takes it to her friend, Esther Swanson, who by the aid of a Latin dictionary and an imagination concludes that Mildred is be¬ ing threatened unless she casts Malcolm aside. Marie’s clever ruse works and Mil¬ dred immediately suspects the brazen Audree and seizes the next opportunity to snub her, cleaving more closely to Marion. When Marion fails in the threats, she de¬ cides to give a party at which she will dis¬ pose of Mildred’s beauty. She goes to George Bolton, a would-be chemist, and purchases a solution which when absorbed by the sys¬ tem makes one very unattractive—the teeth decay, the eyes become small, the hair loses its lustre. This foolish flapper promises that she is going to use this solution on a trou¬ blesome cat. The next day she takes the fluid to Dean Waring, a mathematician, and has him figure out how long it will take this solution to take effect—she finds that it will work its havoc almost instantaneously. The next step is to summon Helen Dile to take charge of the preparation of the meal. She orders the provisions from theTeele and Helcher Farm Product Company. No ex¬ pense is spared and when the stenographers— Bessie Stelzer, Fern McQuire, Ethel Pontius, and Dorothy Baker, who are in the employ of this company—view the long itemized bill that June Gifford is about to send to the Wil¬ liams’ residence, they sigh in unison, “Think of spending all that on eats!” Thelma Crook is placed in charge of the en¬ tertainment and she hires the Rutherford or¬ chestra—Paul Harrington, Lawrence Green, and Robert Rutherford—who attempt to keep time to the steps of the merrymakers. But “the best laid schemes of mice and men gang ’aft agley.” The afternoon of the gay festival Marion spends in a beauty shop where Gretchen Beck scorches a marcel wave into her hair and accidentally burns her face with one of the hot irons. Marion, furious, darts out of the shop before Dorothy Lantz can put the final shine on her nails. In the meantime bashful Jay, who in one of his weaker moments has accepted Marion’s invitation, is now summoning all his ingenu¬ ity to think of a plan that will release him from one evening of boredom. The genius will not burn and in despair he summons Bra- ley and Denning to his aid. These young men sympathize with him and promise him only one hour of misery—by that time the party will have disbanded. At ten o’clock on the morning of the fes¬ tive day William Bellamy, driver for the Teele Provision Company, starts on his way to de¬ liver the groceries to the Williams’ residence. Suddenly he is way-laid by bandits about the size of Braley and Denning and is placed daz¬ ed beside a telephone pole, while these wicked marauders drive off with their loot. They drive down a dark alley where they proceed to unload their cargo in a tumbledown shed. There they mix the sack of flour with the fab¬ ulous amount of ten pounds of quinine. The groceries are delivered twenty minutes late THE NORTH STAR 47 (but that should be considered punctual for Braley.) Marion appears in the kitchen and asks for a small portion of the bread dough. She is given it and takes it to her room. She empties the contents of the merciless phial into the dough, and then proceeds to make four rolls out of it. She takes these rolls to the kitchen and warns Helen to see that they are kept separate from the others and delivered to her five minutes before the dinner is announced. The party assembles, the guests are led to the table, (Jay’s collar is strangling him like a noose.) At each place are two innocent looking rolls—those at Mildred’s place look es¬ pecially tempting. Marion eyes them with glee. Mildred, as usual, is monopolyzing the conversation; Malcolm is listening-until-Oh cruel fates! surely the powers of the demon are a-foot! The faces of the guests become ghastly, but Mildred talks on. The guests are miserable—the hostess more miserable. Fin¬ ally Mildred stops talking long enough to see that something terrible has happened. She rushes to the phone and calls the ambulance. One by one the unfortunate guests are hustled off to the hospital where the nurses, Edna Hunsicker, Ida Imbrie, Inez Seaver, and Ger¬ trude Ullet are summoned. The Doctors Rea and Nighman are called and pronounce the malady hasty typhoid—hitherto unknown to the medical world. Mildred insists on an investigation being made and the Chief of Police, Frederick Davis, is notified. He puts Myer Goldenburg, the detective, on the case and in a few days Bra¬ ley and Denning are arrested. They offer to pay Myer fifteen cents a month for two years if he will dismiss the case and Myer is about to accept when Frederick Davis hap¬ pens in on the trio and, distrusting that his old friends are in another scrape, he assures them that all will be well. All would have ended here but Dr. Nighman, not burdened with calls, stops in at the police station to get the news. He overhears the conversation and insists on justice being dealt out to the cul¬ prits upon which Denning steps into the fore¬ ground and announces that Nighman is under arrest for practicing without a license. Ken¬ neth’s idea of justice changes and he leaves the office, swearing secrecy mostly. In the meantime, Marion thinking her last days have come, makes a confession which brings George Bolton into the limelight. In¬ vestigation proves that as usual he has made a mistake but this time a fortunate one for the solution he had given the foolish girl was such that it had counteracted the effect of the quinine which of itself in the flour had produced the same effect it always does—ex¬ treme dizziness and headache. Marion con¬ fesses that she sent the anonymous letter to Mildred so Mildred and Audree became friends again. Mildred is not reluctant about forgiving Marion for she has escaped the torture the other guests have had to endure. As Jay George lay on his white cot in Ward II of the City Hospital his loyal friends, (Concluded on page 48) Freshmen Classes (Continued from Page 33) Love, Agnes Mahaffey, Helen Mantle, Marion Marshall, Herbert Massero, Tony McAuliffe, Mary McKosi, Stanley Miller, Edwin Moore, Henry Morse, Grace Musci, Patrick Musser, Rosamond Myers, Dorothy Myers, Laverne Neal, Dorothea Norris, Russell Nugent, Robert Ober, Walter Olhoeft, Ida Passavanti, Josephine Pedone, Joseph Phillips, Eva Platt, Charles Pritchett, Rosaie Querry, Charles Reiter, Grace Rodgers, Minnie Rowan, Jeanette Sandy, William Selzer, Carl Shively, Harmon Slaughter, Robert Smith, Emily May Smith, Nora Springston, Clifford Stalder, Harold Stebbins, Harold Steele, Dorotha Svenson, Lloyd Trautwein, Paul Tschumi, Walter Varrecchia, Michael Volpe, Rike Volz, Edward Wahlstron, Madga Warner, Marie Weaver, Josephine Wilson, Stella Zaleska, Katie Zarling, Ernest Zuber, Theodore 48 THE NORTH STAR 1922 Revelations of Aladdin’s Wonder Lamp (Continued from page 47) Braley and Denning, come to visit him. A- mong the promises Jay makes that can be re¬ peated, this promise stands in the foreground; to give both these loyal friends the best thrashing they’ve ever had, just as soon as he gets around again. He is reminded that he had given his friends his consent to do anything to get him out of this mess. How¬ ever, Jay won’t listen to reason and, as the boys leave him, they laugh and call back, “You’ll be all right tomorrow; now you’re dizzy.” Disgusted with the foolish thing I turned to the genie who still wore his sinister grin. “A typical, modern, American scenario,” I said, “just as impossible and foolish, having about as much plot as many I saw before I left America. The writer better have his sense of taste tested as well as his sanity and who ever heard of buying a solution to make a cat more unattractive? I’ve had enough! I won’t stay to see the comedy.” “Your wish?” came again in imperative tones. “Let the screen vanish! I want the moun¬ tains, hills, and flowers again but hold!—Say, if you don’t mind, I believe I’d like to be back in America.” “Very well,” he snapped and I can’t tell you what happened but in my glee didn’t I drop that fabled lamp and here I am in Amer¬ ica now wishing in vain for at least fifty dif¬ ferent things each day. —Merrill Witmer, ’22 Taliae Miserae Discipuli Exams come in the morning 0 Dear! What shall I do? I’ve crammed my head with English, I’ve choked with Latin, too! I’ve studied hard for all the time ’bout Dido, NH 3 . Milton, polyhedral polygons and Troiani. Let’s see, now, if I know it; Achates was the Who invented Avagadro, Milton’s in declen¬ sion one; The Atridae were serpents who killed Lao- coon; ‘Semper’ is a pronoun, referred to pious one Whom Hecuba, queen of Carthage,hated with undying hate. And sent him over Scylla, such was his awful fate; The Aeneid is a poem, expressing feeling deep Writ to be set to music. Pile’s a synonym of heap. But what is that to me, now? The Cyclops founded Rome, Jove’s eagle punished Mercury whom Libya chose for home. Scansion is reading poetry, a short word, then a long, Dipthongs are accented, too, but not so very strong. “Anna virumque cano;” that’s how you do it. See?— The Greeks they burned up Troia with strong- H. N . 0.3. Webster wrote the Aeneid to a drowned de¬ voted friend; Comus, he was deified, to live on without end. A Latin verb must end in “o”; it always is the rule; There’s “bono”, “audio”, “Juno”; and- What’s the word for “tool”? Melancholy was a man who wrote two sister odes, Bacchus was the king of gods; and Dido of cross roads. Now, that’s not bad. If only I can do so well tomorrow I’ll get out soon and when I get my card there’ll be no sorrow. Oh! Why did I refuse to work when I had time to do it? A failure I will always be for a failure al¬ ways “fuit”. one —Merrill Witmer, ’22: JX NE BY HE PUPILS OF THE NDFTH HIGH SCHOOL PtHNT SHOP