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

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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

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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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 CT H E NOEIDESTER •® »- • ■vSV letter man. while Ed Lakin ran him a close second. Pierce, Tim and Tee Green made the golf team.” “Jane Ames, Betty Heusch, ami Jean Pontius made the girls’ team. Of these Jane was the only one to get a letter.” “Miss Tom was our registration teacher, and I’ve often wondered how she survived after that hectic year of hilarity.” I looked up to see if the ghost was still listening. He was, but his figure seemed less distinct than before. There was a look of approval on his face, and although he said nothing. I went on. “In our Junior year we had several new members: Phyliss Williams, from Hyde Park High School. Chicago; Richard Quigley from Detroit Central High. Detroit, and Claire Statler of North High. Columbus. We were lucky enough to have Mr. McCullough for our registration teacher.” Naturally, as Juniors, we were very busy earning money to give the Seniors their traditional farewell banquet. Most of this money we earned by holding the annual Junior rummage sale. The rest we gained bv showing a picture. ‘The Bugle Call.’ starring Jackie Coogan, here at the school! “Pierce, Silo, Chuck and Don made the boys’ basketball team. Jane, Betty and Mary Lou the girls’.” “Pierce, Don. Chuck, Marvin. Dick and Bob Crane were on the baseball team, and on the golf team were Pierce. Don. Silo and Tim.” “And now our last year. The ghost was still there, but just a faint shadow. “Miriam Duff from Crafton High, Pittsburgh, was our only new member from out of town. Frances Schwartz also joined us from the Junior class. Frances and Tim Armstrong are the only ones in our class who started to school in King Thompson’s basement and who have had their entire education in Upper Arlington.” “We find ourselves quite prominent in school activities this year. “In order to earn money, we sponsored Krasy Kapcrs, featuring Dick and his orchestra and quite a bit of local talent.” “The same girls represented us on the girls’ team. Jane and Betty made us very proud of them by making the all-county team.” “Pierce, Dick and Chuck were highlights on the boys’ team. “The success of the class play is due to Mr. McCullough because of his patience, skill, and understanding in directing us. “Seems as though there ought to be something more to sav, but I can’t think what it is.” When I turned to see what mv visitor had to say about my lengthy narrative, he had vanished, but on the table at my elbow were faintly written notes of all I had said. Virginia Pfening. FIFTEEN YEARS HENCE The motors of our plane were running very nicely and it would be only a matter of time until we landed at the Columbus Municipal Airport, one of tfie finest in the country. Soon there was the usual commotion and bustle that proceeds the arrival of the passenger plane from New York. Several of my traveling companions were looking earnestly out of the window to the west, and my curiosity being aroused, I thought I would see what interested them so much. I looked out and my heart gave a leap because stretching far below was the airport with its runways spreading out like the ribs of a great green fan. I was all excited. I knew it would be only a short time until I would see some of my dear old classmates. As I stepped from the plane I was at a loss as to what to do next when from behind me came the cry, “Cab, mister.” I turned with a start, and there behind Page eighteen