Salem High School - Quaker Yearbook (Salem, OH)

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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

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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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Russell McGaffie—The modern “Wamba.” Vera Mellinger—With a look guaranteed to kill anything in sight (if “anything” be masculine). Mary Menning—If she'd ever sing as she speaks, she'd outdo Schuman-Heink. Irene Miller—“I've done my duty, and I’ve done no more,” John Moffit—A barren-spirited fellow. Dorothy Moore—Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. Vernetta Moores—How sweet and gra- cious even in common speech. Albert Mullett—Has completed, but not realized, an air castle begun at 8:45 A. M. Ursula Mullins—With hair of slightly tarnished gold, and a heart that's neither sad nor cold. George Murphy—He knows enough. Elizabeth Murvai—“Mirth, with thee I mean to live.” Orein Naragon—Here again, there again, gone again, Naragon. Winifred Ormes-—If 100's were rain- storms, she surely would be wet. Josephine Pasco—With just enough of learning to mis-quote. Doris Parsons—Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair. Floyd Parsons-—How long! Oh, how long! Edwin Probert—On life's vast ocean, diversely we sail. Elizabeth Reese—Nothing lovelier can be found in woman, than to study household good. Ethel Reno—Or light, or dark, or short, or tall, she sets a spring to snare them all, Kenneth Russell—“All's well that ends well.” Doi’a Segall—Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much, wisdom is humble that he knows no more. Michael Schuller—His highest ambition is to argue with St. Peter. Catherine Shaffer, “Wasn't it?” Ethel Shears—Her modest looks the cot- tage might adorn. Elizabeth Shope—Grace and virtue are within. Cecilia Shriver—She is gentle and modest, retiring and good. She always acts as a lady should. William Siferd—“We call Bill Sneeze for when he's around there's always a breeze.” Francis Simonds—We wonder if he's going to become a professor of English. Kenneth Slocum—“Hath Britain all the sun that shines?” Faye Slutz—How far that little candle throws its beams! Alden Smith—His pastime is work. (?) Elizabeth Speidel—Sweetly demure, and demurely sweet, Frances Speidel—She vamped and vamp- ed and—“oh! it wTas pathetic,” Raymond Spiker—“I and my bosom must debate a while,” Helen F. Stewart—All rests with those who read. Margaret Stewart—Credits, not men, are her aims! Deborah Stratton—Happiness was born a twin. Herman Stratton—A farmer traveling with his load, Katherine Stratton— She flirts, flirted, has flirted, and will flirt until—! ?! Olive Stratton—“Whispering.” Russell Stratton—The hidden powers of this man are hard to comprehend. Ruth Sweeney—A man hater, absolutely! Haidie Talbot—‘ Children should be seen, not heard.” Donald Thompson—“But you, gods, will give us some faults to make us men,” Charles Vaughn—“I don't believe it's that way.” George Vollmer—Archbishop of Cran- berry. Consuelo Walker—Your gentleness shall force more than your force move us to gen- tleness. Paul Walton—“Deacon” knows every- body's troubles but his own. Edith Ward—The gravity and stillness of your youth. page twenty-three