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

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1880--1930 A RENDEZVOUS WITH lLlllFlE We have reached, at last, the silver clear waters of graduation. We have come to the time in life when we must do for ourselvesg when our work is not just planned out by our teachersg a time when we stand alone to conquer all the difficulties we meet, whether great or small. We have successfully finished one portion of our lives. Our first con- flict is over and we have reaped our reward. The mere satisfaction of having accomplished a difficult task is enough to make us feel a secret pride and feel that in our next battle we shall, perhaps, be able to stand the storms when waves are rough. We go forth from the halls of our beloved Alma Mater like a victorious army, but with several regrets. During our stay we have learned to love the School and have made intimate friends from whom' it pains us to part. It is because of these, that a little lump, regardless of all resistance, seems to rise in our throats as we think of the last adieu. Though we are stepping from under the roof of our dear Old High, we shall always feel her guiding hand. In all our difficulties and hardships we shall try to be brave. We shall put heart and soul into whatever we attempt. We shall be loyal, honest and upright in all undertakings, living up to our motto, To be, rather than to seem. We resolve to keep in mind the significance of our colors, green and gold, that we may reach our goal with lofty ideals and purposes fulfilled. We are not able to express in words our appreciation of our beloved counselor, advisor, and companion, Father Wittman. With his encourge- ment in joys and sorrows, his share in all our successes and failures and his loving words of advice, we have no doubt that we shall travel the straight road. To those dear Sisters who for twelve years have been with us through thick and thin, teaching and advising, we humbly offer our heartfelt thanks, trusting that future deeds will prove the gratitude that cannot be expressed in mere words. We are not able even to intimate what is in our hearts in regard to our parents. Innumerable sacrifices were the means by which they enabled us to be here tonight, to have the honor of graduating at St. John'sg and we know it must be a pleasure to them to feel those hardships have not been in vain. My dear classmates, we must now begin to realize that our rendezvous with life is drawing near. We must go forth for our meeting with lofty ideals, high aims, and a readiness to make the world just a little bit better through our presence in it. All eyes will be upon us expecting to see some- thing worth while as a result of our twelve years' rich experience. It is our duty to satisfy these onlookers and prove to them that advantages lying before us will be a profit in all ways, and that broadened in mind, as we advance in years, we shall be a credit to our parents, our teachers, our friends and our Beloved Alma Mater. This, then, dear classmates, is our rendezvous with life. Let us go forth to meet it with loving hearts and willing hands, never relinquishing the vitality or pep that has always been accredited to us in the past, and St. John's will truly be able to feel proud of her graduates of 1930. -Margaret Glaser. I I I I I I I I ! I H zz: E11 F' 'nf E 'U as cn M ie I I I I I I I I I I I I I I ricioicnicrjoicxicxicxjojoicriciluiixienicviaricxjoioicrie I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I !.

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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

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101011 ilifinililinil T H E I1 AA P A D I S T 11011131 303030101011 1880--1930 CLASS WILL We, the class of 1930, St. John's High School, city of Bellaire, state of Ohio, being in full possession of a crammed mind, well trained memory, and almost superhuman understanding, do make and publish this our last will and testament, hereby revoking and making void all former promises of any kind whatsoever. To our beloved school we leave our ever-ready willingness to make money for its improvement, also our love and gratitude. To our beloved faculty, we bequeath all the amazing knowledge and startling information that we have furnished them in our various exami- nations, also relief by promising never to show up again. To the Juniors we bequeath the building with all its accessories as we found it, plus the additional illumination that our presence will have left it. We also bequeath our dignity and good example as shown by our tendency to keep quiet on all occasions. To the Sophomores we bequeath our privilege of exercising our vocal chords in the chemistry lab. in the hope that their voices will be as melodious as ours. To the Freshmen we bequeath our perfect attendance at all athletic functions, with the proviso that they agree to follow in our footsteps. Also our rubber heels with the advice that they use them for climbing the front stairs in order not to disturb future seniors. INDIVIDUALLY WE DO BEQUEATI-I THE FOLLOWING I, Hortense Palmer, my dreamy eyes to Orlando Cocco, that he may be able to captivate his girl friend. I, Margaret Glaser, my precious traveling bag to Mildred Maloney, trusting that it will be as faithful to her as it has been to me. I, Clement Bakosh, my ability to hold my own to Raymond Lilly, that no one may impose on him. I, Grace Witt, my melodious voice to Mary Louise McLister, that she may equal my stage success. I, James O'Brien, leave nothing to John Houston, because I wish to get out of school everything I put into it. I, Edna Addison, my talking picture entitled, My Football Heroes, to Edna Geary. May she be as enthusiastic over it as I am. I, Thomas Williams, my ability to charm the ladies to William Mc- Creary, hoping he will use it. I, Alice Chisholm, my ability to keep cool, even though my hair is red, to Catherine Springer. I, Peter Baudo, my horse laugh to James Conroy, trusting that he will learn to laugh things off. I, Alfreda Lancione, my favorite song Another Man Gone Wrong, to Charles Ney, with the advice that he heed its warning. I, Michael De Marco, my love of dancing and my art of roaring, to Robert Jeffers, trusting that he will make whoopee. bi0i0Z01oZoI1lioioiuinininizxixc!rap 3 113 1 11:11 inioiuiuilnioioiixia