St John Central High School - Centralite Yearbook (Bellaire, OH)

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1104.-,:, rio rjo:o1ojojoj4 110101 rin 1880--1930 CLASS POEEM Because we are peppy, a class of today, We hope to go on in our confident way, To taste of adventure, To strive and achieve, Though many may censure, And faint hearts may grieve. We are not afraid in this life to push on, Because we are graduates of dear Old St. John's. In football and basketball we were right there, In drama and argument we gave our share, For we've been a class, Ever ready to fight, That honor may pass, To the green and the white. And under our class color, bright green and gold We'll always endeavor high standards to hold. Like wings of the morning the years have sped by, And now we are ending our days at Old Hig The parting sure grieves usp Dear teachers, farewell. The world that receives usg Will say you've done well. For always you've taught us to do what is right And cautioned us never to give up the fight. Farewell! Alma Mater, our eyes dim with tears To think of departing from these happy years, For 'tis with regret, That we bid you adieug May you never forget, That we dearly love you! And now we are leaving this old cherished place, With a heart full of courage, our future to face. Because we are ready, here's boosting our game! Here's luck to us, love to us, money and fame! But as we go questing, For visions that thrall, And weighing and testing The truth of them all, May sportsmanship guide us nor sever the tie, That binds us in spirit to old St. John's Hi! -Edna Addison, '30, -. T H E L A M P A D 1 S T,-.1-.,-1.-1,-ll...-.,-.,q.-. -.,-., rjojoixxiniojoiojf-1011 vioiojoicxiujuiojcjcriozo nioiojojojcxioiojojx .S

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bzorinioiuinioici 111 iriui 2031 T H E L A M P A D I S T vi1l1011ioi0ifli0Z0i0i1 1880--1930 position of responsibility. Did you take a good look at the new school while you were over there?-Where did we get the money? Why, I thought everybody knew about that. You remember that star chemist of our class-quiet and sober like? 'Yes, Lefty. Well, the year after he finished he made a furnace that burned water instead of coal-no, not fire- water, just plain H20. He kept his secret for a long time, for he couldn't bear 'to think of all the miners who would be thrown out of work when no more coal was needed. Then a mining company heard that he was getting out a patent and offered him S100,000 for itg he took the offer, turned the money over to the parish to build a school, and went off to be a trappist monk. So old Trinity disappeared to make room for the new school. Of course the coal company knew what to do with the patent. It doesn't sell water, you know. Yes, I can tell you about a couple more, but let's go out and look some of them up. I want to show you the fine new buildings on Belmont above 38th where the old mill used to be.-Oh! You came in that way? Landed at the new air port near Riverview and walked in, huh? Would you ever think that ten years could make such a change? You must have seen, as you came along, a fortune-teller's tent up near the end of the street. No? Well, I'll tell you about it. It's run by that famous duplet you knew back in school days 3-yes, Edna and Alice. They also make and sell a kind of tonic warranted to put a permanent kink in the straightest hair that ever defied a pair of curling irons. Even the scalp lock of an Indian would yield to its magic.-What? you say you have an appointment and must go? Well, so long! I'll see you the day after tomorrow .... Yes, Father Wittman, you'll be in time to meet them. My! What a parade l-where do they all come from ?-There must be ten or fifteen thousand of them in line! Looks like the crusaders on the march. Here they come down Guernsey, Old Glory at the head. Look at the step of those fellows in green and white uniforms-the St. John's band! Some style! They are pouring in around the gym.-How did Father get over there so quick? He's already robed and ready for the ceremony.--Now what's that hubbub over there? I'll have to see what it's all about, such a blabber of tongues is out of place just now. Well, if it isn't the whole bunch of '30's! No, not all of them either. Tommy and Patty and Shoe and Jimmy and Hen. And there are the two fortune tellers in their gypsy togs. -I see! The Chicago bunch has arrived! I'll have to go over and meet them. Won't you wait a little while Father? They're all coming except that monk. He sends his regrets and his blessing. The others will be on hand any minute. If I'm not mistaken, they're in that sedan which is topping the hill at seventy miles an hour. Yes, there they are: Rose, Catherine, Josephine and Clem. Just wait, Father, please, till the stray sheep are reunited to the flock. My, but I'm glad to see you all here! Rose, Mrs. Lottamoney wants to know what miracle caused you to drop in on us ff:07lfIlIIlI'd on Pagr I04J xinioioioioioioiarioi 121xiuioicifvioioicrixicxicxinioifxlwifxlricviricrilllrixbicil

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ri 9. njoioiojoioicxicxicriojivioiv Q 'e 011111031 102 H11 3111113131 101111: T H E L A M P A D I S T 1011 1011 10103 vi 101 1880--1930 SALUTATORY Rev. Fathers, Dear Sisters, Beloved Parents and Friends, it will hardly be necessary for me to give any explanation of our having invited you here this evening. I might in a long speech tell you that my classmates and I have finished the course of stu'dy prescribed for graduation from St. John'sg that we have exercised a little thought, some eagerness, and a great deal of study, which was accompanied by something of sacrifice and some- thing of joy. But you already know that school has been the all-important factor in our lives, dominating all other interests. For nine months out of every year it has ruled over us and kept us guessing during the other three what we would have to do when school would begin again. lt seems, then, that we should have a fitting celebration to mark the end of some- thing that has engaged so much of our attention and that has so long wound itself into our daily lives. How could we better celebrate such an event than by gathering our friends here this evening to make merry with us because we have reached the goal of school days. You will hear accounts of our doings from our annual, for such a class must have a history worth the telling, and where should it be told except from this stage? You will learn of our slow but illustrious rise to power, and we are sure the oncoming classes will be inspired with an increase of zeal to make a befitting history for themselves. You will hear our poem, our prophecy, our will, and our farewell. Someone has said, although I do not remember the elegant expression he used, that the man who has no song in his heart is sad indeed. So it is with a class. It would never do to have no song to sing for you. And no delectable prophecy! You were interested in us when we were in school, and since your presence here tonight proves that you have not lost that interest, we take it for granted that you are not indifferent about our future. However, because this is the jubilee year of St. John's School, we must forget about the present and the future for a while, and, like dutiful chil- dren, take a look into the glories of her past. We shall try to see things as they were and listen to the songs that were sung in the springtime of our Alma Mater. In conclusion, I want to say that we give you the heartiest welcome of which we are individually and collectively capable, and we would like to double that welcome to every one who will help to swell the choruses of the songs we sing, whether these songs be new or old. -Harold O'Donnell. D11Di1li1lioiuio101010qD1li4lZ0i1l11ri0i ioimxicriuioiuiuioin