South High School - Sohian Yearbook (Akron, OH)

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THE SOHIAN 1930 .7 -wwwqzzufxv e t . I., QM A no og. X -. ' gf ..,,....t......,..--..,,...,l........... ' on ,I, Q., A- V , ww 1 J ef. -at r w- J ' 'Q A it pf-1 W, I xp N, ,Q WW! F 1. , A XI, .Yi-V 5.-A .. t,.y.fr--3 ex UW by K ,, - ',, x 4,5 H ' -H tva wiwazi 2 , 5 1 ' I Eff wk ' I' xl - i t ' 212 73591131 1 XI' wlnrixo il' It seems so long till summer comes, That's how it seems to me. lt seems so long a time to wait Till I again can elnnb a tree. b Licwls H12r.r1e1eH. 10-B. YOU AND I FRIENDS If I had been an Indian, Long, long ago, l'd made a swing high in a tree, And rocked me to and fro. I'd have roamed the cool dark woods With my small knife and my bow, And shot at knots and pine-cones, :Xnd sealped my own shadow. And explored the chattering streams In my bark canoe: .Xnd for a companion, l'd have called to you. Then would you have Come with me Long. long ago? Ur would you have laughed at me? How can I ever know? I.L'CILI.l-Z li,xHr.ok, 10-B. AN INDII-XN'S SUM MER If l had been an Indian, With my roof the star-lit sky, I Could have watched the summer nights Go slipping slowly by. I'd have sat and listened To the hum and drone of bees, And watched the morning sunlight Come sifting through the trees. Axnv IUIIEHBI, ll-A. Tllll HUNTER lf I had been an Indian And walked the forest paths. l'd not have killed the deer and bear- Nor shot the little rabbit there. The deer and bear I'd left unharmed Where l, the Indian. went, lint I'd have made a garden .Xround my peaceful tent. Uris F.-XRKIER. 10-B. One night alone at loss I mused And looked upon the books unused. Red and green and brown and buff, Rows and rows of useless stuff! I weakened, and I took a book Which only time had ne'er forsook. And lo, he took me hand in hand: I joined that carefree vagabond band. Vfe took the king's money. we 'took the kings deer, We would give it to others, then disappear. My eyes were clear, my legs were strong, Life came, life went-a beautiful song. Our domain was as Richards and the earth, the sky, We plundered together, fair Robin and I. -Romain' I'llVNOR. 10-A. AIR CASTLES I want to be an aviator And sail the skies above, jsust to be a navigator .Xmong the things I love. I want to meet the sun and moon When I go sailing highg And perhaps a little star or two- glxnd bring back from the sky .X bit of blue for a summer gown, A cloud for a scarf and hat, And skim the Cream from the milky way To please my Maltese cat. View Kllxsox, 10-B. A HYXIN The untired sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display: And shows to those in every land The work of an Almighty Hand. -IQLMER H URBARD, 10-IZ. page lzzmdred vt t mzfemz

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THE SOHIAN 1930 MARCH . l Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday 3 4 5 6 7 8 National Honor Society Initiation of Girls' In Senior Chapel play Home Economics Club Tournament Pep meet- Games. Youngstown presented Scholarship Cup to South Elemen- tary Grades. Club new members. Tutor Club presented play in Junior Chapel. is presented by T l1fO1' Club. Glee Clubs sane over station VVFJC elected officers. ing. South 21, Salem 20. East 17, Smith 21, Canton 17, South 16. 10 ll 12 13 14 15 Senior Dramatic Club Home Sz School League. Freshman Group, Tra- Tournament Games. Home X School League held special meeting. Jrs. vs, Srs. basketball ditions of South, by Masked Marvclsu pre- party held at Akron game in boys' gym. Varsity boys. sented in chapel Sth Pure Milk Hall. Tightwad presented period. Limerick con- by Alumni at M. O'Neil test began. auditorium. 17 18 19 20 21 22 St. Patricks Day. Upper Class Group, Girls' chapel. Neigh- Sohian Dance at South Charm Thru Dress, borsAround theXVorld Hi. Limerick Contest Miss Lathrop of Uni- -France, Madame Bon closed. versity. Fils. 24 25 26 27 28 29 Recognition chapel. Band played for Ken- more High in the morn- ing and MeGuffey So- Bird- House Contest Held at different schools ciety in the evening. 31 l 1-2 15-16 2 21 5 , 1, .. D S ' P . XV t Tlrjl G' l I - G' l ' S Cl b F - GIGS C-1llbS DYCSCIHPII iigjgsilnc'-H31 emor mm strc-fmentallrlllalfltgt. n wglsl Banq iliet Tiber sketches from Operetta. 3-4 Seniors. 4-5 Operetta, Riding Down the Sky. 17 Neighbors Around the VVorld - Roumanian- Mrs. S. D. Stanson. National Honor Society Alumni Banquet. Band leaves for Mans- held, Ohio. 7 Freshman Group K The Cavalier Girls. 22 Jr. r Red Cross Inter- national Program. 23 6 Senior Class Day, Rec- ognition chapel. 9 . . 9T10 Girls' Club Annual 8 25 Senior Plas' Picnic. Baccalaureate Sermon. Ffeshman GYOUP- G0Of1 stunt Night for Girls is winners, good losers. Club. Umm. Class Group, 29 11 Charm, Thru Person- , . . ulitvln Senior farewell. Honor Society Banquet ' for hrst ten. 13-14 Recognition Chapels. 30 12 Memorial Day . 14 Commencement Day. Track Meets. Executive Council give 13 15 banquet for l-Ionor Close of School and XVomanhoorl Cup. Society in May. Senior Banquet. page lzzmdred si.ricc1'z

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TI-IE SO HI AN 1930 I Y4XI.UIiS I want to he an Indian! .Xnd, if please, should my soul be suffered transnligration, Do give it lodging in the heart of a youth- ful, strong, and carefree Indian. You know the kind-a lliawatha. There must he Nokomis and the moon, The stars, the trees, and flowers, The birds, the deer, The rivers and lakes, and-llinnehaha. Traitorl you cry. Then do you start a veritable eulogy Ot life, and great and noble deedsg Of citizenship: of progressg Thence of knowledge-oh, oh, stop! That word progress, it overpowers the senses Like a hypodermic shot. The head a sinking meteor Severed, it leaps and bounds Through strange and heavy atmospheres. The breath comes hard in long and wheez- ing gasps. The eyes squint dully at a soiled and sooty Sky. .X grimy, greased-up garden-was that Eden? Knowledge. Science. These the swords You dangle at my face while so you taunt, 'Petty dreamer, still you yearn for false ephemeral worlds? You seek for wonder, blind you are when Iron-sheathed giants that meet the sky With thousand gleaming eyes at night Do scorn and mock the Parthenon. Yet have you but begun. I shrink and shrivel, shamed. But I did want the clear blue sky, the God in Indian days, The deep, blue dimitied bosom of the heavens Bereft of haggled silken robes, You see 'twas but a dreamg How dared I give it voice? Deep in my soul, a whisper, yet I want to be an Indian! -IRENE SALA1, 12-JI. SONGS The babbling brook is free again To travel on its way, And meadow larks are back again XVith songs so sweet and gay. I think if I could be a bird NVithin C,3od's leafy world, l'd sing and sing of nothing else But spring and liowers unfurled. Innes GREIQNLEIE, ll-.-X. Tllli R.-XG MAN He has a beard and his clothes are old: His shoes are worn and full of holes: His wagon makes a lot of noise Like a gang of mischievous boys: His call is heard throughout the street Soft as sound of shuflling feet. iPETIiIQ IVIAKZTIS, io-R. THE EARLY IIIRD Xlhen Father takes his spade to dig, Then Robin comes along: Ile sits upon a little twig .Xnd sings a little song. Ur, if the trees are rather far, Ile does not stay alone. llut comes up close, where we are, ,Xnd hops upon a stone. -Bl.'XRGlfRY Zrrmiilc, IO-B. ITERHAPS If I had been an Indian Wvay back in '76, I would have had a camp-fire Made of many sticks. And when the white man came with guns .-Xnd billowy wagons white, I would have taught him how to fish, .-Xnd thought him quite all right. I would have shown him how to hunt And swimi and when he felt That I was mild, perhaps I might Have tied his scalp to my belt. -EYELYN ITOOVIER, 11-A. M Y WORLD lYhen skies are blue and balmy And soft the breezes blow, And the birds are warbling gaily- That is the world I know. I walk through fields enchanted Of beauty ever rare, Through wondrous miles of grass and leaf .Xnd know no woe or care. Ile have a thought to ponder On how this came to be. From the Keeper-of-all-things, far above, It seems quite clear to me. ANDREW REISINGER, 10-B. I should love to be an artist, And have wings to Hy the air Until I found a pretty spot To paint a picture fair. There I would paint a masterpiece- .-X masterpiece so rare That every one would marvel At the colors glowing there. -FERNE Sromnwcon, IO-Id. page hundred eighteen