Salem High School - Quaker Yearbook (Salem, OH)

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Freshmen Class LeRoy Allen—4‘My mother’s kiss made me a painter.” Jeanette Andrew—“I don’t know any- thing.” Herbert Arnold-—“I can draw anything from a bucket of water to a steamboat.” James Askey—There’s nobody home in Jim Askey’s dome. Esther Bartram-—Peggy used to be bash- ful, but—? Eleanor Bates—“She must like algebra,” they say, “for she went to three classes the very first day.” Orville Bates—What would happen if he ever mentioned girls? Margaret Becker—Few words are said; but those that are, are carefully chosen. Clara Beech—Speaking of giggles! Clara takes the medal. Lucille Bell—Dreams full oft are found of real events. Alberta Bingham—To be grave exceeds all power of face. Karl Bonfert—“When ignorance is bliss, ’tis folly to be wise.” Fred Bova—Fred wants to invent a way of delivering bananas by wireless. Frank Bricker—Wants to run the 440, but his legs don’t. Raymond Bricker—’Tis pleasant through the loop holes of retreat to peep at such a world. Hester Brown—Up and doing! Robert Bullard—“ Twas strange, ’twas passing strange.” Kathryn Bundy—“Well, you’d be sur- prised.” Elizabeth Bunn—Without a look, which tells everyone what she is looking for. Elmer Bush—“Dutch” believes in the maxim “Laugh and grow fat,” Martha Calkins — Championship high jumper. May she go still higher! Beulah Carnes—Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, John Cavanaugh—Thou art a fellow of good respect, Joseph Chamberlain—A scientific fact. Floyd Chappel—He regrets that there is but one more month to rest before school closes, Bohus Cibula—Seldom sober. Harold Cody—He talketh continually, but maketh no sense. Edris Coffee—“Oh! Did you see that fel- low?” Wade Coffee—Announcement! Those waves in his hair “just grew.” Donald Cope—“Books the best compan- ions are to me,” Edith Cope—To know her is to love her. Mary Helen Cornwall—If music be the food of love—play on! Kenneth Crouch—In conversation, bold- ness now holds sway, Erla Growl—“I don’t care; it made me mad!” Lester Crutchley—“I dare do all that may become a man.” Helen Cyrus—-“We learn through trials.” Mary Dales—“Be good, sweet maid, and let who can, be clever.” Verda Davis—“The sweetest kind of bashfulness.” Franklin Davidson—“My salad days, when I was green in judgment.” Isabelle Derr—In framing an artist. Art hath thus decreed; to make some good, but others to exceed. Ethel Dixon—Come and trip it, as ye go, on the light fantastic toe! page twenty-one

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Chris Roessler—“A foot-ball player of great renown, you'll not find his equal in any town Richard Roose—“His shining forehead, his head down deep gives the impression he's always asleep—but he is not.” Ray Schilling—“A dimple on either cheek has she, and romping is her speciality.” Clarence Schmid—“He saves his shoe-pol- ish for his hair,” Paul Schmid—“Here lies the remains of old Paul Schmid; he used his eye for a catch- er's-mitt.” Carey Schroy—“Carey Schroy is a good little boy; French seems to be his joy,” Louise Scullion—“Sunny, happy and al- ways cheerful. Oh, how I hope she will never be tearful.” Florence Schaffer—“A country seldom heard from.” Mildred Sheehan—“For if she will, she will, you may depend on't, and if she won't she won't, and there’s an end on’t.” Irene Steiner—“A perfect lady Irene is; and in sports, my dear, she’s just a whiz.” Newton Stirling—“Fishing, always fish- ing,” John Simonds—“Where are your wander- ing thoughts, while French is being assign- ed?” Forest Sitler—“His mind runs in grooves mathetic; his life will be quite systematic.” Wallace Stewart—“He has the power of a magnet,” Eleanor Tolerton—“You can’t make me like that book.” Eva Thompson—“Eva is a merry little sprite; she's a dandy kid all right.” Harriet Triem—“Harriett, a girl of many delights; the best—he comes on Sunday nights.” Henrietta Tucker—“Fair and nice, a little plump, she made Sam’s heart go bumpity bump.” Helen Van Kirk—““There's a little girl named Helen Van Kirk; and work's a thing she never did shirk.” Ruth Van Syoc—“It’s not hard for her to take medicine if it comes from Lease’s.” Brooke Votaw—“Gay laughter, fairy like in his movements.” Virginia Walpert—“A cast of thought upon her face that suited well her forehead high, the eyelash dark and downcast eye.” Margaret Wensley—“On with the dance!” Alma Whinner y—“Basket-ball is her game; she’s made lots of girls look tame.” Ellen Wright—“Very quiet and demure is she, the kind of a girl one ought to be.” Raymond Wilkins—“ ‘Sticky' is the other name, getting stuck in the mud, won him fame,” Donald Wood—“Barney Oldfield eats his dust.” Fred Ziegler—“Fred, oh Fred! you’re an awful tease, what wouldn’t you do, the girls to please?” Kenneth Ziegler—“Never quiet, never still, has a time getting his Ford up the hill.” Ralph Zimmerman—“I’ve never studied quite so hard in all my life before, I am afraid that I shall die before this year is o’er.” page twentg

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Naomi Derr—Be silent always when you doubt the sense, and speak, though sure, with seeming diffidence. Wallace Dole—Things without remedy should be without regard, Leland Duncan—When a fellow needs a friend, Toady's there. Eric Eastman—Son of a preacher, but full of the devil! Donald Elton—A rolling stone gathers no moss. Leone Farmer—And she talked. Oh, how she talked! Mary Louise Fawcett—“One thing is for- ever good; that one thing is success.” James Ferguson—A record breaker in tardiness. Matilda Fernengel—Maiden with meek brown eyes, in whose orbes a shadow lies. Dorothy Feree—Act well your part; there all the honor lies. Bertha Fink—“Our aim is happiness.” Helen Flick—“ 'Tis nobleness to serve,” Ethel Flukiger—Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams. Charles Frantz—Enjoys staying in 204 after 3:30 (?) Edna French—Changeable but adorable! George Fronk—I’ll say he has the gift of gab.” Arlan Fultz—“Man wants but little here below,” Augusta Gabler—Slow, slower, slowest. Nerr Gaunt—“How far your eyes may pierce, I cannot tell.” Margaret Getz—Content thyself to be ob- scurely good. Neil Grisez—Though modest, on his un- embarrassed brow nature had written— Gentleman. Julia Groves—Laughter, holding both his sides. Ralph Hannay—The human butterfly! Paul Harrington—“Freckles.” Harold Harris—Really, the man won't let us know that he's alive. Emmett Harroff—He bears himself like a gentleman. Harold Harsh—“How's come?” Edward Heplar—Silence is commendable. Ralph Hickey—“I have done some ser- vice.” Eugene Hill—And, still they looked, and still their wonder grew, that one small head could carry all he knew. Forest Hill—He was a scholar, and a right good one. Wilid Holloway—“Work is my recrea- tion.” Esther Hoopes—A noble type of good heroic womanhood. Anna Hoprich—How natural is joy. Harold Hutcheson—Zeal and duty are not slow, Ruth Isensee—Linked sweetness, long drawn out. Julius Jeffries—“S'posin'.” Kenneth Jones—“Now from head to foot, I am marble, constant,” Edward Judge—To be strong is to be happy. Helen Judge—By the time she enlarges her vocabulary, she’ll talk more slowly, to to insure correct choice. John Kaley—But still his tongue ran on. Kenneth Kelley—When there's foolish- ness anywhere, you'll find a Freshman, named Kelley, there. Winifred Kempton—“Brevity is the soul of wit.” Ruth Kirby—Her looks do argue her re- plete with modesty. Elizabeth Kirk—Her ways are ways of pleasantness. George Konnert—Friends I have made. Russell Kuhl—If he were as wise as he looks, he would outdo the proverbial owl. Margaret Landenberger—“I count myself in nothing else so happy, as in soul, remem- bering my good friends.” Lucile Lippert—Neither man nor angles can discern. Richard Manzilla—A jolly good fellow called “Gizeh.” Thomas Martin—“Hel-p.” Yes, he usu- ally need's it. Alexander McLaughlin—“Pm not pre- pared,” pope twentp-tivo