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

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EPITAPHS — (Continued) MARY JANE EVANS Beneath these clods of silent dust She sleeps where all ye living must; The gayest youth, the fairest face In time must lie in this dark place. ROBERT PICK ELL Grave Boh Fickell’s in this tomb so cold, But his name and his memory will ne'er grow old. JANET FISHER To realms above her soul has flown. Her spirit's left our shore; Yet on this earth she'll ere be known In history—as of yore. CARTER GRINSTEAD A few brief years have sped. My work on earth is done. Now in the dust I lay my head— On earth I've had my fun. BERT HAYHURST Praises on tombs arc trifles vainly spent; A man's go« d name is his best monument. VIRGIXIA HOH EN ST IX E Tall and fair and stately She came into our lives. Virginia, a spirit queenly, Has gone to paradise. BUD INGALLS Life is a jest and all things show it. I thought so once, but now I know it. HELEN JONES Within this grave repose the bones Of popular Miss Helen Jones. MARJORIE KENNEDY Ability in many lines, her actions clearly show; But Marge, our editor-in-chief, now lies beneath the snow. TOM KIBLER I gave you my best, as you can see. Now here I am beyond life's sea. HELEN KROMPR Gay, vivacious Helen Kromer, Gone from out this world of strife. You shall dance among the angels As you tried to dance through life. PAUL LANICH I lived till, while making a speech, I choked: And now my bones in this tomb are cloaked. THELMA LYONS Here lies small Thelma Lyons Her work in life is done, And to the throne up overhead She’s gone with honor won. BETTY LEE McFEELY Throngs of shining angels are singing in the sky; For Betty Lee McFecley is now at rest on high. Page Twelve

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY The class history? Oh------yes. I know what you mean. No. 1 'm sorry but 1 couldn’t possibly write it. Nevertheless the plea of a fellow senior cannot be refused (especially when she practically insists). So after examining seven hundred (more or less) of our former annuals. 1 came to this conclusion—not to make it resemble obituary notices. We began our high school career (?) a little shy but with the firm intention of ignoring those little eighth graders. W e were represented by several members of the class in football and track, and by the remaining members as models of behavior—or so we were assured by our teachers. The Sophomore Mop. given the following year, was a colossal success. The G.A.A. which was started last year is progressing nicely, thanks to many additions from the Sophomore class. Our contribution to sports was even higher than before. The class president was Jack Waterman. During our Junior year we proved our business ability by selling hot-dogs and candy at football games. The class triumph was the Junior-Senior. We continued to excel in athletics and in social activities. Martha Berlin, the class president. deserves much praise for her tireless efforts. Came the year 1933. The Senior Year. We gave an unusual Krazv Kapcr Review- -unftsual in the fact that we didn’t go in the hole This year’s president. Brandt TefTt. also held that office when we were Freshmen. It is my privilege to announce that four of the Seniors can take it (this is their twelfth consecutive year at Arlington). We have been assured by our long suffering teachers that we are the most childish and ill-behaved (as well as the most intelligent—well, one teacher said it anyway) class that they have ever had the honor to teach. He that as it may, we have finally reached the goal toward which we have striven for twelve years. Arlene Skiller. EPITAPHS BETTY ALBERTY HOLLIS CHASE May her grave be ever green— Miss Albcrty, just sixteen; This grave’s a very mournful place: It holds our good friend Hollis Case. Hi-Log worries caused her fall. Now she worries not at all. JANE BEN BOW Jane Benbow in this grave so drear Choked to death on an Arlington cheer. BETTY CLARK Here licth buried a noble soul; Her hands in life Hi«l blessings spread. Now beneath this humble knoll She lies in death, life’s glories dead. BUNNY BERLIN As I pass by. I cast an eye JIM CONN An excellent role » our school life Jim As you are now, so once was I : As I am now soon you will be. Prepare for death and follow me. played; Now lu- lies in a hole the grave diggers made. Page Eleven

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EPITAPHS —(Concluded) MARY LOUISE MILLER She bubbled o’er the Styx In flights of fancy sweet. And wandered in Elysian fields And stopped there for a treat. BRANDT THEFT Death loves a shining mark. tis said. And in this ease it had one; Our handsome president is dead. Now each day is a sad one. DON PORT All through my life my tunes I've played. But now in this grave my corpse is laid. ARLENE SKILLER Sealed in this stone cold tomb Lies Arlene Seiller. sore oppressed By something she forgot to say, Though on this earth she said the rest. J NE SIMMONS To all my friends I bid adieu, A more sudden death you never knew. I lived for art—to the Annual due; When it was finished, I withdrew. HOWARD SMITH Our old friend “Smitty now is dead, And humor from the world has fled. MARTHA SMITH Four years I spent in steady toil By all my teachers guided. When my degree at last I won I sickened and I dieded. DOROTHY TODD Dorothy Todd has gone to Heaven, There she lives, an angel bright, Shining just as in the classroom With a sure and steady light. HERD UNCKRICH In memory of Ferd Unckrich This marble monument we raise. He died and left the world a-ringing With his honor and his praise. JACK WATERMAN Beneath this slab of marble cold Lies a lad of great renown; His face and deeds we’ll ne’er forget. Though this stone keeps him down. JACK ATSON He studied too much—the habit is bad— So in the tomb they lai I this lad. ED YANTFS He knew it was gas that made it go. But what happened to him, lie'll never know! —Martha Smith. Page Thirteen