Upper Arlington High School - Norwester Yearbook (Upper Arlington, OH)

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SENIOR AUTOGRAPHS AND FINGER PRINTS

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IK UPPER ARLINGTON ANNUAL SENIOR CLASS HISTORY Through twelve years of struggle, the members of the class of 1925 have looked forward to this occasion as an intangible height, inaccessible and difficult of approach, and this seemingly intangible height has finally come within our reach, and has become a reality. We are about to launch our frail barks into the broader sea of life, thirteen of us; 13 “brave” souls, I say. But. who’s afraid of 13? Not this class of ’25. This class, speaking from the girls’ viewpoint, has been unfortunate in not having more boys. Pity the boys we have had ! The score at the end of the first year was six girls to one boy. and the final score is eleven to two in favor of the girls. However, the boys have made up in quality what they lacked in quantity. The charter members of our class were Catherine Gibson and Evelyn Fenton. They were here when the Arlington School was first started; they had formerly attended the Grandview School. Elisabeth Benbow came in 1920 from Roosevelt Junior High School. In 1921 as green little freshies Josephine Hughes came from Crestview and Dorothy Francisco from Upper Darby High. Pennsylvania. But in the course of time they have gained their dignity by putting their hair up and acting sedate. 1922 brought Frances Sayers from Big Stone Gap High School, Virginia. She has “stepped out” some since then too. The following members joined the class in 1923: Wilametta Morris from North High, Mary Lou Kirkpatrick from East High, Evelyn Bode from Grandview School, and Stanton Wilson from Mt. Tamalpais Military Academy. After attending large high schools it was hard for these to become accustomed to such small classes, but before long they felt that they would hate to leave. To finish up the thirteen, Dorothy Sibbald came from East High. Cincinnati. and Ivan Creager from Central High. Columbus, in 1924. As Sophomores, though inexperienced, we were the first organized class. We have been able to do our share, a large one too, in the school activities—giving parties, making two Annuals successful and winning letters in basketball, besides taking an active part in dramatics and setting a standard for future classes. Now, more than ever, as our time grows shorter, we realize the kindness. consideration, patience and friendliness the faculty has shown us. We can best show our appreciation to them and to our schoolmates for their co-operation by our example of loyalty and school spirit. DOROTHY FRANCISCO

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20 UPPER ARLINGTON ANNUAL PROPHECY OF CLASS OF ’25 Let me see, all in school ’cepting David and Tim Who are ill with the flu in their bed. And Dave, being punished is kept in his room, For he punched poor Tom Jones in the head. Twelve girls downstairs cooking and three sweeping rugs, Outside by the front parlor hall. And six of the babies are taking their naps I guess that takes care of them all. You look so surprised, but why I don’t know. Oh mercy, they’re not all my own. For to put it quite nicely I’ve not wished to wed. So I’m head of a poor orphans’ home. A whole hour to myself, how shall it be spent? I know, there’s a box in my room, Full of diaries, programs, and verses I wrote, long ago. Oh. time passes so soon. Evelyn Fenton, my land, how she hated the men— Dragged only to dances by force. And here only last week the scandal sheet said She’d at last got her seventh divorce. Alimony galore—well that’s rather good. But how does she work it, I never could— And in the same program is Frances Saver’s name Was quite bookish. I think I am right, Hear she’s trying to publish word puzzles again— And is making a whale of a fight. Goodness knows she should make a success of it too. For she knew all the hardest from Ra to emu. Paper napkin, ’twas left from a spread that we gave At Dorothy Francisco’s one March, Dear, dear, how time flies, she’s a millionaire now— Invented a new kind of starch. And besides she’s the head of ten societies, And is often heard singing at charity teas. Here’s a poem I wrote to Jo Hughes’ twinkling feet— How their lightness they never could lose. And they didn’t, for she leads the Music Box now— And from all sorts of contracts can choose.