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

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1928 THE THALIA IIIMMIIHinillllllllMlimmillHIIMIIIIIIMIMIIHIIIIIIIIIMIIIIHIIIIHIIHIIIIIIIIIHItUmilHMHIIIIMIIII IIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIimillllllllllllHIlHlimilllMIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIMIIMIIIItItllMllimilllllllllltItllllllltlllllllimillllHIIIIIMUIIHIt SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY Instead of riding the street car to my work as secretary in a large New York transpor tation firm. I decided to walk; as it was an hour before I had to go to work. I wanted to see the different kinds of people here in New York and started through the Chinese section. Along the streets were such curious things and funny writings. Glancing at one of the signs above a door 1 found, after translating it. to be Oriental Hocus Pocus by Ching Ling Foo. Thinking back to my high school days I wondered what had become of the Senior Class of '28 and if their ambitions had all been filled. I stepped inside and such a funny looking room. A Chinaman was sitting in front of a large box of sand and holding a queer looking stick in his hand. I asked him to tell me what had become of the Senior Class of '28 and what they were doing. He started to move the stick slowly over the sand and behold! Our class President, and Mary Davis appeared. They were bending over large books and taking knowledge from them. They had become great teachers at Ohio University and were teaching about the inhabitants of the moon. The vision faded and then a large group of people appeared carrying musical instruments. Matching ahead of them was the director. Upon looking more closely I saw that it was Ralph Duffield. He had become director of the U. S. Marine Band. The next form appeared in the shape of Fern Metz. She seemed greatly excited but. by observing her for a moment. I saw that she was a lecturer and was holding the people in awe by the eloquence of her speech. The stick moved again and Genevieve Wildman appeared feeding a large flock of chickens. She seemed very happy as a fanners wife- I next saw Samuel Baker and he was coaching basketball while studying to become a Smith Hughes teacher. A rather large lady come in view and it proved to be Velma Johnson. Her eye? were cast upward as if she were thinking of another poem to write. She is known the world over for her poems. The next vision seemed to be nothing but waves but soon a boat was seen in the distance. The captain on board was giving orders and who should it be but Paul Davis. Near the side of the boat stood a large man who didn’t seem to be enjoying the trip verv much. Wondering who it was, I looked again and saw that it was Robert Smith. He was Ambassador to France and was just returning home. The vision disappeared and the stick was moved again. Hollywood appeared and whom should I see but Gladyce Sheets as one of the main actresses. Hollywood disappeared and I saw a Chatauqua taking place in a large city- A solo was being sung and whom should it be but Mildred Runion. I next saw a roadster going past and looking I saw Celia Kinnen. She was going to meet her husband who was away working. page seventeen

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11111111111111111111 mini iiih i THE THALIA 19 2 8 .......................iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiimiiii ........................................................................... As we come to the end of our journey That has lasted for four long years, We look back o'er the days spent at Troy High Filled with joy and with sorrow and tears. We feel that our journey together Has done much to broaden our lives. And to teach us that honor and glory Come surely to him who strives. When we think of the hours we have wasted, Of the many mistakes Ve have made; When we think of the trials that are coming It is then that our hearts are afraid. But those who have gone on before us Have blazed well the pathway of life; And we know that we must not falter • Because of its hardships and strife. The thought of those years spent at Troy High Shall come back to us day by day. And inspire us with longing to conquer Every obstacle placed in our way. We know there are many temptations. Assailing the pathway of man, But we know that we can resist them. If we only think that we can. Now our journey together has ended. And. iong though our parting may be, We give to our teachers and schoolmates Our friendship and our loyalty. And for thee, dear old Troy High School, We pledge to be true to your name To be brave, to be pure, to be loyal. To place honor yet higher than fame. May we learn our share of life's lessons; May we meet each defeat with a smile! Dear old Troy, each moment of sadness With memories of thee we'll beguile. Though our school days with thee have now ended, And each person must go on his way. Yet our friendship will live on forever In the memories of each day. • SENIOR POEM page sixteen

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THE THALIA 19 2 8 iiiiiniiiiiiuiiiiiiisiiiiiiiiiiiHHiuiiimiiiiiMiiiimimumimiiiiiiiMiiiiiatiiiiiiMiiiiiiMiiimiimii iiiimmmmimiiiiiiiiitiiiimiiiimiHiiiiiiiiiiiiimHiiiiiiiiiiiiminiHiiiiiimitiiiiiiiiiiMiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiMMiii The stick was moved up and down instead of across the sand and an aeroplane was seen to alight on the ground. The pilot jumped out—It was Ruth Dye. In another seat sat Mildred Newland. She was a famous basketball star and was going to Chicago to play a game against the Wild, Cats of New York. The vision slowly faded and a broadcasting station appeared. A man was announcing. I was much surprised to know that it was Harold Conklin. A large fruit farm appeared and in the distance I saw a man spraying the trees. It was Charles Booth. The vision changed and a large building was seen. On one of the doors written in gold letters was, “Francis Russell, Criminal Lawyer . He was seated at his desk dictating a letter to his Private Secretary, Lucy Coleman. The stick was moved slowly but nothing appeared. Finally I beheld Hazel Conley. She was studying medicine over in Europe. Ching Ling Foo moved the stick but no more visions appeared. He then said that was all that graduated. 1 paid him my money and went on my way rejoicing over the good fortune of my class mates. CLASS WILL We the Senior Class of 1928 with four long years of hard work behind us deem it necessary to make our last will and testimony, in the presence of our teachers, feeling sure they will help us to carry out our plans for the future. Leaving to the students following our foot steps such things as we have found to be useful in our own journey. To the Juniors we leave the ability of setting a good example to the younger students, and taking the responsibility of the graduating Class of ’29. To the Sophomores we leave the custom we have acquired to encounter all difficulties with a smile and the ability of having good lessons. To the Freshmen we leave our dignity and modesty, and our habit of good behavior. Which we think they will do well to heed. The personal bequeaths are as follows: Velma Johnson bequeaths her poetic ability to Lester Doan. Sam Baker bequeaths his curly hair to Hazel Justice. Fr. jicis Russell bequeaths his well manicured finger nails to Ray Dunfee. Mildred Newland bequeaths her athletic ability to Mildred Bond- Mary Davis bequeaths her ability to have good lessons to Dale Gibbs. Fern Metz bequeaths her ability to sing to Harry Booth. Hazel Conley bequeaths her talkativeness to Don Green. Gladyce Sheets bequeaths her slim statue to Geraldine Cline. Ruth Dye bequeaths her violin talent to Fuzzy Wildman. Arrena McDaniel bequeaths her red hair to Helen Brandeberry. Ralph Duffield bequeaths his personal appearance to Milton O’Niel. Robert Smith bequeaths his large statue to Wendel Clark. Kenneth Gillilan bequeaths his quietness and gentlemanly manner to Bill Griffin. Genevieve Wildman bequeaths her good disposition to Jean Nestor. To the Faculty who so kindly helped us over our difficulties of school life we leave our sincere thanks and appreciation. Lastly to our friends let us give, for the many favors shown us as we have been traveling along the road of knowledge for the last four long years, hearty thanks. In witness whereof, hereunto set our hand and seal, this third day of May, in the yeat of our Lord 1928. page eighteen Signed—