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

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22 UPPER ARLINGTON ANNUAL No wonder, too, that with us she was bored. Who wouldn’t be? Now she has married a lord. A newspaper clipping, “The Fuller’s announce The wedding of daughter next May.” And, wrapped up in her home, I’ve not heard from her since, A wee trifle rude, I might say. That is, heard direct, as society matron She’s bound to appear as a “such and such patron!’’ Last night on the front page, unusual it was, Was the print of a man and his name, Ivan Creager, who says “Let Men Vote, I Implore.” It can’t—yes, it must be the same. What’s the world coming to? they their banners unfurl— “Votes for Men!” not the same as when I was a girl. What else can I find—Oh, for Pete’s sake, what’s that? Up the stairs come two small feet arunning. Bet a nickle it’s one of that Dot Sibbald’s kids— It is—“Yes, Bernard. I’m coming.”

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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.

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U P P E R ARLINGTO N A N N U A L 23 CLASS WILL We the Senior Class of nineteen hundred and twenty-five, of Upper Arlington High School, of the village of Upper Arlington, of the city of Columbus, of the county of Franklin, of the state of Ohio, of the United States of America, of the Planet of Earth, being in sound state of mind( ?) and memory and of a generous nature declare this our last will and testament. Item. I. To the Juniors we hereby bequeath our exalted position at the head of the school, our special privileges, (if any) and our cherished Physics experiments over which we have labored so valiantly, on the condition that they are handled with utmost care. We also leave them the privilege of giving a Senior Play, providing that it is still better than the one of the class of twenty-five. We will too. our excellent Book Reports to the Juniors if they in turn will hand them down to the coming generations. Item II. To the Sophomores we will our ability to be on time and our perfect behavior between classes. We also bequeath to them our artful manner of persuasion with the teachers, and our fearlessness in approaching them. Item III. To the Freshmen we do bequeath our awe-inspiring dignity and the privilege of the “wearing of the green”. Item IV. We do hereby direct that all the debts and parting expenses be paid out of the proceeds from the Class Play, and also payment for— 1. The mercury spilt in Physics and instruments broken. 2. The ink spilt. 3. The seats demolished. 4. The damage done to lawns, window shades, black boards, dishes, etc. 5. For the library books we have ruined, lost, or caused to stray. Item V. To Mr. Jones, we hereby will and bequeath Ivan’s noble chariot to carry him back and forth between buildings. Item VI. To Mr. Jackson, we will Holt’s “Care and Feeding of Children,” and also a jar of Mellen’s Food. Item VII. To Miss Irwin, we give the privilege of bobbing her hair, and the steering of another class of little angels successfully through its last year of school. Item VIII. To Miss Hadley, we will the remains of the Senior Lockers and their contents. We charge her to handle these frail structures with the utmost care.