Troy Township High School - Trojan Yearbook (Coolville, OH)

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THE THALIA 19 2 7 DORTHA GRIFFIN Columbus West High, 1, 2; Mathematics Club, 2; Tuppers Plains, 3. HAZEL BLOOMER Editor-in-Chief of Annual, 4; Girls’ Chorus, 1, 2, 3, 4; Debate, 4; Class Historian, 1, 2, 3, 4. Senior Class ijistorp On September 3, 1923, from various places were gathered twenty-nine studious bovs and girls to be found together by the class ties of Coolville High School. Of course, as Freshmen, we were subject to many loving attentions purposely derived for demonstrating to us the superior wisdom of those who had traveled the road ahead of us. By the help of our faithful leader, Mr. Paynter, we successfully reached the top of the first hill. But manv seemel weary and did not meet us in the fall of ’24 to journey up the second slope. However, those who were present spent an enjoyable and profitable year. ... . . . Upon meeting to start our Junior year we found that nineteen faithful members were still willing to share in the joys, sorrows, smiles, and tears of high school life. The top of the third hill was reached with success and happiness, and all were eager to accomplish the same the following year. At the beginning of our fourth year we were rewarded for our faithfulness by being allowed to finish our journey in a beautiful new building known as Troy Township School, so that henceforth our Alma Mater is known as Troy High School. We chose a new leader, Miss Evans, to help us when the road seemed rough. As Seniors we began to take a serious view of school life. The goal was looming in view and we did not want to miss it. Nineteen members were present, and we went to work. But, oh, the fickleness of human minds. When the year was about half done, one of our number, having decided that she preferred a husband to a diploma, left us. Now there are just eighteen left to finish the race. However, we feel that we shall be rewarded when we at last reach the top of the fourth, and steepest, hill and our leader grants a rest. 14

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19 2 7 THE THALIA EDITH DL'NFEE Girls' Chorus, 2. PAUL GREEN Basketball, 2, 3, 4; Track, 4. DOROTHA GILBERT Secretary and Treasurer of Class, 4; Girls’ Chorus, 1, 2, 3, 4. SUSAN FOSTER Girls' Chorus, 1, 2, 3, 4; Debate, 2, 4; Secretary of Class, 1, 2, 3. 13

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19 2 7 THE THALIA Class $ropfjecp Lounging comfortably in a hummock under a large shade tree one afternoon, I wan thinking of the senior class, and wondering what the future held for each. I had, lying on the ground around the hammock, the gifts and tokens from different members of the class. After a while I looked toward the road, and behold. I saw a gypsy fortune teller coming toward me. I had heard of her many times, but did not know that she and her tribe were going through our part of the country at this time, or I certainly should have gone to her before. And now. here she came this great gypsy! The first thing she said when she drew near me was, “Let me tell you their future. You have, indeed, a remarkable class.” And I, of course, immediately consented. She bade me bring to her the handkerchiefs that I had in a box lying on the ground by the hammock those which had been given me by the members of the class. She said that each handkerchief would reveal the personality of the giver. The fortune teller was seated in a chair, in front of me. I handed her the handkerchiefs, and. as she pressed each one to her forehead, she seemed to peer far into future years. The first handkerchief was a large white one with “D“ in the corner. As she pressed it to her forehead, she said, “Behold. 1 see your president, yea, even as to-day in all his dignity and majestic bearing, and his words are heeded in that day and generation even as you, the class of 1927, heeded them. His ambitions have led him ever upward and onward until he is now governor of his own native state. Taking the next one. a large white one with a blue border, she said, I see a school of learning, and before his class a noble professor. The class looks at him in reverence, not a little amazed at the vast store of learning he acquired in Troy High School. Listen, what is it they call him? Professor Watkins.” This time as she pressed a tan silk kerchief to her forehead, she exclaimed, “Ah. I see a rich man a banker-riding in his aeroplane, wearing his diamonds, counting his money and spending it lavishly, too. Surely you must recall Ted New-land.” There were, indeed, many kinds of handkerchiefs; and, ns she continued, she looked through each one as she had with the first ones. “Now, I see a lady, fearless and brave. She possesses a strong mind, strong will, and stronger temper. She lectures on subject that calls for deep convictions—'Woman's Rights.' She is a spinster of uncertain age. Her name escapes me—ah ! now I have it—Myrta Nestor. “Aguin I see a woman —oh, I feel like crying. This woman is in deep sorrow and grief. Surely she is a lonely widow mourning her husband. No, no. 'tis only a fair bride grieving over the loss of her pet poodle. But who is the bride? Ah. her name once was Susan Foster. “Now I see in the next ten years a young woman, one of your famous basketball stars in 1927. She is, indeed, still famous, but now in the field of tennis. She has traveled abroad. Her name goes before her: and Helen Wills’s name take second place beside that of Edna Nestor. “Next before me stands one who still knows the joys of ‘single blessedness.’ Her whole soul is in her work : hence Edith Dunfee is happy, and a very successful English teacher at Ohio State University. “The years roll on. and the doors of congress open before me no, not to admit me as a member, but only as a visitor and as I look around, I see two more of your classmates: for Nellie Kinnen and Teddy Kincaid have won names for themselves, and written into our statute books are laws introduced and upheld by them. “But this time the scene changes. Passengers are boarding a ship hound for Europe. Fortune has smiled upon another, and at last she is to visit Venice and Florence. Paris and Dresden, and revel in art to her heart’s content. I see her boarding the ship, and there on the register she signs her name as Hazel Bloomer. This time I see a famous poet who in her high school days dreamed of what she would do in the field of writing. Her home is in California, and she is known to all the world, but by her pen name, Joan Morris. To you she is Flora Justice. “Now let me carry you down to Kentucky where a beautiful woman is living happily with her husband on a large farm. She has inherited a large sum of money, but has given it toward building a hospital for the mountaineers, and has become known far and wide for her kindness. Her name was once Dorotha Gilbert. “The next picture is not quite so happy. A fair lady has been disappointed in love. Now. in Chicago, she seeks balm for a wounded heart in bringing happiness to others. Do you recognize Bertha Ballard? The handkerchief this time was a large blue one, and after a moment’s hesitation she said, “I see a lawyer -with wealth and fame living in Washington. D. C. He is recognized in the Nation’s Capital as a man of unswerving truth and justice: and. thinking of ‘Honest Abe,’ people call him ‘Honest Ed.’ “I see a wealthy man in St. Louis. He has gone through the schools of engineering and now operates the aeroplane bus line from St. Louis to New York City. This is Earl White. m “Lastly I see an athlete, famous the world over. But— “The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by single (light. And Paul, while his companions slept. Tossed basketballs both left and right. “For practice? For amusement? Yes, And more. He saw a goal afar! And now. at last, the prize is won. And Paul—your Paul’s a football star! “And now, my dear, with you I leave this envelope. Open it at your leisure. With a few more words she was gone. Curiosity, that natural characteristic of womankind, possessed me, and, hurriedly tearing open the envelope, I read: “For you the future holds a realization of your fondest dreams. Music has beckoned you ever onward The paper fell to my lap. and I resumed my musing. Suddenly, a flash of thought aroused me. I recalled that I had obtained permission from the gypsy maiden to publish her revelations in our year book, and I went immediately to our Editor and begged the privilege of having it printed, so that in years to come, we might think of the wonderful gypsy who had revealed our future to us. “Behold. I see Dortha Griffin, living in Columbus with her mother. She has become very wealthy, and owns the largest department store in the city. « 15