Sylvania Burnham High School - Burgoblac Yearbook (Sylvania, OH)

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L . . 132 -s , n.--,-,,,n..,.- Senior Class History The tide of moss, grass, and Howers has swept across the earth. It is June, the spring- time of the year. The trees have once more adorned their gay branches, the bright songsters have returned to their old haunts in the wood and glens, but the class of 1930 is in the midst of joyous springtime greetings, about to undertake a new adventure. It was in September, 1926, that we first began to share together the work of school life. It was our Freshman year. Our class was organized and with the help of our teachers, we were introduced into B. H. S. with all of its fascinating charms. It was not long before we were Sophomores, and when the third year dawned upon us, most of us were Juniors. Then we dipped into the future as far as human life can see, and, although some climbed the ladder of knowledge faster than others, we remembered that the poet said: 'tSome must follow and some command, Though all are made of clay. NVQ were more than proud that vear of our .Tunior-Senior banquet and Junior play, which were both great successes. VVould anyone, glancing into the north room of B. H. S. that morning in October, 1930, suspect that we, scrambling for seats and renewing old acquaintances, were the Seniors of the school? VVelll I think so, should he have taken a second glance soon after when work was begun in earnest. VVork was not scarce this year. If we were proud of our Junior activities last year, we exulted in our Senior activities this year. Many times we had looked and watched the Seniors on the platform with their caps and gowns, and longed for the time when we should be in their places, but it is not with complete gladness that we are receiving our diplomas, because we realize we are leaving not only our student companions but also our instructors, whose inspiration will continue to live with us through all our daily walks of life. And as each of us leave the Senior Ship To sail on Life's Sea alone, May we prove an ever guiding star On the glorious, vast unknown. May we make of each little boat that 's launched A life with glory crowned, May we successfully steer our little boat 7? In a harbor of high renown. Page T 'wenty-.fix

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if q 1 U Y. '53 ' --,g. -. .-..............,...,.A..Q.,..,..-.,-...- .-..-... ROY THOMPSON His heart and hand both open and both free. BEULAH TROMBLY The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. DORIS VIERS Of manners gfntlr, of affections mild RICHARD WILCOX Is it a world to hide 'virtues in? RUTH WOLFE A peace above all earthly dignity, A still and quiet conscience. r w w E Page Twenty-five

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f The Fate of the Class of '30 XVhr-r-r-r. A shrill sound like a siren broke the mocking silence of the large room. 1 sat in the secret chamber of Madame Lenore Mersereau's famous rendezvous of spirits. U That is only the spirits communicating, Madame assured me, in her slow, hollow voice. Sit still where you are and the seance will proceed. Do not scream or cry out at anything you may see. You have only to follow these simple directions. Each minute for forty minutes blow one bubble from -this clay pipe and, as it bursts, there will you see each one of your classmates as they will appear at twelve o'clock, noon, on July 9, 1950. She then turned out all the lights but one small lamp that sent forth weird, blue rays that battled feebly with the dark shadows. I stretched forth my pale, trembling hand, picked up the pipe, and put it to my lips. I hesitated as I realized not only the mystery but the solemnness of the occasion. I was about to see the fate of forty of my best friends. As I blew gently, a beautifully colored bubble appeared and floated through the air. I watched it closely and as it burst I immediately saw two dim faces. The picture widened and became brighter. There in a dining-room at opposite ends of the table sat Mary Anne and Bunny. They, with their six children, made a very happy scene. But much too quickly the picture faded and was gone. I took a long, deep breath and put the pipe to my mouth again. The second bubble enclosed the scene of an elaborately equipped laboratory. A man sat at a table intently working on some small machine. Thinking him a stranger, I glanced out of the window and saw a sign. What! VVhy! Is it possiblei That sign says, ' Keller Research Laboratories '. I turned again to look at the man and this time I recognized him to be our own Gordon. Before the next bubble burst I heard a commanding voice saying, And, therefore, ladies and gentlemen, it is most necessary that we elect Judge Brown to be Senator. I couldn't mistake that voice and when Evelyn Farley 's picture appeared as she stood in Convention Hall, Chicago, I recalled her vow to become a politician, a leader of women. I blew for the fourth time and a particularly beautiful bubble emerged from the bowl. Surely this must contain some lovely scene. XVhen it burst I recognized the reception room in Buckingham Palace. The queen was there and the attendant was just announcing a debutante. Your Majesty, Miss Vivian Myers. Vivian entered in her lovely gown and the picture disappeared as she advanced to take the queen 's extended hand. The next bubble contained a terrible picture. Mary Little was about to be killed by a rough-looking man. I breathed easier when I noticed the proscenium around the picture and realized that it was only a movie, starring Mary. The hero entered and saved her. Then they flashed an announcement on the screen, f'The Troubadour Trio will now sing for you accompanied on the grand organ by Dick Wilcox. Three charming young ladies appeared. As they sang the first note I recognized them to be Ina, Georgietta, and Iris. Richard 's accompaniment was exceedingly well rendered. The picture grew dim and I 1 9 3 Page Twenty-.re'uen . i li, A - I Tfrfx ' x g 1 ' lf::,x,-- D X..-2-.X 331- JET.: - - , p - H ld 1'-L ......