Norwood High School - Silhouette Yearbook (Norwood, OH)

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- A Refintriou of Norwaad High School They next drove past the Hi School lot, Where many a battle had beenlfought, And there stood Don Jacob, of'athletic fame, Bossing a lively football game. But time was pressing and on they went To-Fmd a department store, their bent; They stepped inside for a little chat, And incidentally bought a hat, And who inside should they see But Valin-Schlie 8t Company ? A few little words of friendly greeting, A11 saying theytd never forget this meeting, Then on they sped-up on the hill, Where Dorothy Marsh nursed the ill In a hospital large. and clean and white. Where She toiled diligently day and night, Only asking to relieve the woe Of sufferers who come and go. So with these words I bid you farewell, For of lifets work I've tried to tell. DOROTHY V. MARSH. QIlaeua Mill FEBRUARY, 1922 We, the Class of February, 1922, being of sound mind, do this first day of June declare this to be our last will and testament, and d0 devise and bequeath the following: I. To the Faculty our appreciation and thanks for their splendid aid in our behalf. II. To the June Class of 1922 the privilege of being our co-graduates, our old pencils, erasers, gum under seats and the like, and successful business careers. III. To the Freshmen, our utmost sympathy. IV. To the Sophomores, the terrors of Fraser and Squair to tussle with. V. To the Juniors, the splendid example of a model class. V1. TO' the janitors, the privilege of not having to brush up any. more paper or the like. In witness whereof we have hereto subscribed our seal this first day of June in the year of our Lord One Thousand Nine Hundred and Twenty two. FEBRUARY CLASS 1922. Signed and sealed, published and declared to be the last Will and Testament. in our presence, and we at their request and not in their presence, but in the presence of each other, have hereunto subscribed our names as wit- nesses 0n the day above mentioned. DON JACOB, President. ELMER DOUGLAS Witnesses: ........ HAROLD VALIN ROBERT KEMPER

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THE MI'RROR ttA' wrapheng within a ignem The prophecy of our Class K Twenty-two, Tve- been told to write, and the things theytll do. 1 had to write the pOem, too, And 50 I thought lid combine the two. So if yotfll follow well each word Some startling changes shall be heard. Our class of thirteen has been thot'a hoodoo, But listen what we folks shall do. Bright and shining was the day When Arthur Lohn, who'd gone away. Decided to return to town, To show the folks hetd gained renown. The town turned out to greet the man, For he was still one of their clan. He registered at a fine hotel, XVhose owner was, Pm proud to tell, Mr. Kaufhold, and we always knew That some big things hetd surely do. After greetings and questions had been made, Lohn said to Kaufhold, ttLetts make a raid, And see whafs become of the two little maids And the rest of the boys before the day fades. While driving through Norwood,s beautiful streets tNot hindered by pesky old policemen's beatsi, For Norwoodts Mayor, grand and proud, XVas Joe Lemcke, captain of our football squad. He joined the two, and away they went, On inspection gaily bent. They stopped before a drugstore grand CTwas the finest in the landy The name ttR. Kemper o'er the door Recalled to mind his jobs of yore: For after school he loved to work In mixing drugs; 116d never Shirk. And EA Dollis shop for ttHats and Cloaks Showed quite well that Norwoodts folks A11 patronized this prosperous shop And kept its mistress 0n the hop. Ac they traveled on a tire went pop- 'They stopped in front of R. Morten's shop. Where damages were repaired like a top. Just beyond, a block away, tVr'T Norwood's Art School, where all day The instructor taught students to blend Fo'ors for landscapeseitwas our old friend Vr. Douglas whdd now gained fame RV teaching and gaining for others a name. They talked and talked of schoolmates, dear. an Church, now married and settled here; Of StockweU, whoid taken the postmasterk jobe For at handling the mail he's no slob.

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Principal C. W. JOHNSON