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

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CLASS POEM iraduation day. glorious day! We leave but to begin A new leaf in the book of life, To read as we run again. We leave Arlington Nigh behind. ()ur play, our work, our friends. To weave dreams anew in fields Where achievement never ends. But each of us is leaving with Head high and a courageous heart. For we know our class has given us Life's richer, fuller start. It is not with joy and not with sorrow That we leave our school today, But with hopeful contemplation We take our separate way.

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man, don’t you know who I am? I am Madamoiselle Lois de I’yster Wuich.-t. I his is my companion. Miss E. I). Morris. answered she. Detective Aschinger. looking in the ice box for a clue, found Lowell Buck, a stowaway. Following his nose, he came to a closed door which aroused the suspicions of his keen mind. Opening the door, lie was aghast at the horrible sight. There, on the coal bin sat Lohmeyer, Schenk, and Stukey. working jig-saw puzzles. Crane and Sayers, better known as Aimless and Handy. were being supplied with an appetizing dinner by the chief chef. Johnny W'arfel. Passing into the engine room the detective beheld Jean gden and (leorge Sargent sitting on the safety valves of the boilers. Chasing hotly after another due. Detective Aschinger tripped over Jim Taylor. a deck swab, and landed at the feet of Thelma Cahill and Elizabeth Clark, chorus girls from the big city. The soft tones of Simon’s orchestra with Bill Shank, piccolo player, and Boh Thomas, xylophonist, aided hv the wonderful crooning voice of diaries Schwen-ker. filled the dining room with romantic sweetness. In walked the detective discussing deeply with Hvp I. Danhen. the ship’s mortician, the scarcity of clues in this strange, strange murder case. Finally they sat down at one of the tallies. What can I do for von. sir? said Dorotha Smith, the prettiest waitress on hoard ship. Just as the august detective was about to answer, a red faced man. wearing his hat on the hack of his head, and whistling a tune, breezed over and saluted him. saying. Well old pal. how st hoy? Cot any headline stuff on that Ewing murder case? o? well, that’s too had. If you get anything, don't forget your old friend. Jack Devanev. Don’t worry, that dub won't get a thing hut bruises on the nose. rejoined Ded Dutfee. a professional card shark, “Sav. detective, suppose you and I shuttle the dominoes a hit. We'll go into the card room. Shlilih!” said Throckmorton Aschinger. I think I see a clue. Stooping down, he crawled silently over to a little table in the corner, where a very matronly woman was sitting. Did VOL' murder Betty Ewing? he whispered in her ear. Indeed! replied Ruth Knoderer. you have the wrong person. I am matron of an orphans' home. Very well. Mr. Dutfee. I am tired of clues. Let us play cards. said the detective, resignedly. The combined chatter of a dozen voices greeted them from the card room. The ladies were having a bridge party. If one had wished to look in. he might have seen Margaret Brown. Bonnie Stoltz. Martha McKinney. Julia Hamlin, Marv Garvin. Mildred Dillow. Mary Lou Fowler. Mary Alice Shaffer. Anne Stellhoni, Vine Turner. Mary Radicke. Evelyn Carter and Ruth Balthaser engaged in a most enthralling game of bridge. Well. said Mr. Dutfee. since we can’t play cards, suppose we stroll along the decks? Walking along in deep study. Mr. Throckmorton Aschinger viewed the mingled scenes. ()n one side were Anne Scott and Lucille Cox. members of an artists’ colony : on the other, Margaret Kromer. now Mrs. Sargent. 11 ere the face of Wayne Denbow, the champion shuffle hoard player of the world; there, that of David Eolkerth. a retired dog catcher, caught his eyes. Was one of these the murderer? How could it he! As lie walked a little farther, he saw a man. aside from the rest, muttering to himself. Well. said the figure. what did she want to follow me for? Doesn’t she know that if I am to he a big game hunter. I can’t have her tagging around after me in the jungles? Imagine m embarrassment when I meet other big game hunters. h well, maybe it was for the best. though Belt) wasn't bad. Alirumph. said Throckmorton. You are the murderer! Bill) Snyder looked around at the detective, gave one startled scream and jumped off the boat. It need not lie said that lie was never seen again. Page Seventeen

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NORWESTER STAFF Editor-m-Chief..........................................Katherine Pfcning Business Managers.............................John Harmon. Carl Aschinger Circulation Managers.......................Martha McKinney. Paul Millikin Literary Editor.......................................................Julia Hamlin Art Editors............ nne Scott. Sam Devine. Lucille Cox. Marceline Miller Make-up Editors.............................Jane Shawaker. Jane My lander Sports Editors...............................Ed Vantes, Marjorie Kennedy Faculty Advisors: Business. Mr. Jackson; Art. Miss Leehnan: I iterary. Miss Long and Miss Shidaker. Pane Nineteen