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

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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.

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SENIOR AUTOGRAPHS AND FINGER PRINTS

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UPPER ARLINGTON ANNUAL 21 Was another man hater, exceptions but one Now a score of hearts broken, just see what she’s done. An Annual here, Stanton’s picture’s the last. How he studied with all his might— And now he’s captain, enlisted four years, And bosses recruits left and right. And to gain this success he has followed one rule Hard work— which he practiced when only in school. A luncheon at Catharine Gibson’s—a card With my name all so nicely placed on it. Can it be that in ‘Etude’ a few months ago. They said she’d completed a sonnet? She’s become a composer of no little fame. To rival Rachmaninoff—that was her aim. A theatre program, revue “Rose Marie” That Morris girl—we called her Billy, Was with us. Today she draws five thou’ a week. For being not one whit more silly. “Billy Morris” and “Vaudeville” go hand and hand— For front seats, in long lines, baldheaded men stand. What’s this? Ah, a ticket, how proud we all were When we “slickered” the man at the “James.” Really “Lib” Benbow did it, she’s for the last year Starred in tennis at Olympic games. Never seemed in the least hard for her to get by. But from scholar to tennis—a rather far cry. And Dorothy Sibbald, who only today She knocked with great vim on my door. Such weeps, “Had a fuss, home to Mother,” she said. And left me her children, all four. Only one consolation, I know that it’s true— She’ll be back long before the next week passes through. A jingle 1 wrote, saying Evelyn Bode Liked the English much better than we. Well, she has ’em now, been in England ten years And 1 hear even takes time for tea.