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

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 cr HE NORUJESTER •© •“ SENIOR CLASS POEM I do not wish to sing a song Of sorrowful tears, of grief, of woe, As other bards are wont to do When they set out from school and friends And steer their ships to foreign shores, To seek their fortunes with the rest, And complete the castles of their dreams. For it is time for jubilation. For tales of conquests rightly won. Conquests which, however trifling. Remain deep within the minds of youth. Upon experiences which we encountered In daily toil within this school. Does rest the foundation of our life From which will rise the battlements Of man. and from which strength shall we. In later life, derive success And happiness unbound. Tis true, therefore, the heart is heavy ; A sorrow hard to be explained Wells up and nigh o’ercomes us as We turn our lingering steps away. Rut we must pass o’er that in our Endeavor to fulfill our plans. Our hopes and aspirations, whose Inceptions were in this old school. Which we. in thoughtful mood, now leave To others who. in turn, shall have The same emotions which we now feel At parting. Russell Wing. Page sixteen

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 ■« ©• T H E NORU ESTER © - • -vSV'iN JOHN MILLER— Jack Jack is our prophet and actor as as well. In music he'll go far. we wish to tell.” Ili-Y. 4 Football. 2. 3, 4 Class Prophet Senior Play, 4 Kra .y Kapcr Cast. I Ohio State PIEKCE I)ENMAX—“Pierce Happy-i o-hicky, carefree and gay, Haskethall, football and iolf lie can Play.” Basketball. 2. :: (Capt.) 4 Golf. i. 2, 3. 4 Baseball. 3 Track, 2. 3 Football. 2. 3, 4 Ohio State Page fifteen

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 T H E NORUJESTER Misfit. CLASS HISTORY 1 tossed Dicken’s ‘‘Christmas Carol” rather impatiently on the table. “I don’t see how anvone can believe in ghosts!” 1 exclaimed. “I’m sure I never shall.” Outside the wind shrieked and howled, and in my warm room the table seemed to groan and the chair creaked as a cold draft swept past me. Looking up. 1 saw a tall muffled form standing before me. It was now too late to regret my rash words, but I finally gathered up sufficient courage to demand, although I admit in not a very courageous voice, “Who are you?” A long, skinny hand was uplifted to withdraw the covering from a ghastly face, and a hollow voice replied, “I am the ghost of past class histories.” “Indeed.” my voice was almost cordial considering the effect this statement had upon me. you are most welcome. I’ve been trying to write a class history myself, but I’m afraid I can’t. Just then a happy thought struck me. “Perhaps you can help me to write it! I was gaining confidence now. because after J had become used to the ghost, it didn’t seem so spooky as at first. And the thought of having some help on mv history was not at all distasteful. At my first statement, the ghost's funeral expression changed to one which seemed to me to be satisfaction. “I see you are properly impressed.” he said, with the magnitude of your arduous task. For. indeed, it can be nought but arduous—the history of such a great and glorious class.” 1 smiled to myself at this statement, wondering if the faculty had this same conception of our class. Now tell me all you know of the history of the class of '29, he continued, and we will see how we can arrange it for the Nokwkstkk. Rather impressed by his remarks, but c|iiite at ease in the kindly presence of the ghos I started out. rather confidently, to tell him all I knew of our class. There were twenty-four names enrolled on the Freshman register in '20.” “Please name them,” stated the voice in a non-committal tone. “Let me see, I meditated. “I think I remember all them. There was Joe Thomas, Tim Armstrong, Willard Carter, Russell Wing, Bob Barnes. Don Hill, Dallas Head. Chet Mirick. George Cowman. Charles Lewis. Jack Miller. Allan Sickle. Pierce Denman, Mary and Amy Houghton, Jane Ames. Janet Wiley. Jean Pontius. Thelma Brown. Mary Louise Schenk. Betty Heusch, Katherine Reading. Anna Marie Ward, and Virginia Pfening. “That year we were represented on the girls’ basketball squad by fhelma Brown, Jane Ames and Betty Heusch, and by Pierce Denman and Tim Armstrong on the boys’. Don Hill played on the football team of which Chet was elected captain. Several of our bovs were in the minstrel show given that year.” “Joe Thomas and Katherine Reading were the Freshman representatives on the Annual Staff.” A very good start for a Freshman class, remarked my visitor. Is there any more to be said for that first year? Oh yes. the girls’ Home F.conomics class had the honor of cooking and serving the first annual boys' basketball banquet, and the same class gave a luncheon for their mothers at the schoolhouse.’ “You had no one to guide you through that first year of high school life?” “Oh. 1 almost forgot Mr. Snider!” 1 cried, adding rather apologetically. “He’s been gone so long, you know. In our Sophomore year we had only one new member, Marv Lou Coxhead who came from Porto Rico. That year we produced the following for the football squad: Chet. Dallas, lack. Chuck. Tim and Pierce. )n the basketball team Pierce was the one star and Page seventeen