Versailles High School - Portal Yearbook (Versailles, OH)

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THE CLASS POEM Thirty-nine nicer boys and girls I’ll wager you never met, They are in the Class of ’38— Here’s how they come in the alphabet: Elsie is a little brunette And one of the nicest girls I’ve met. John is a dark-eyed boy in our class, Go to his station to get your gas. Marion has dark hair and in his eyes— Is a smouldering fire that never dies. Betty Blue is a pal to all, She has a personality which can not fall. Marvin is tall, strong, and very quiet; We’re quite sure he’ll never be high-hat. From the girls he never runs: The great lover—Bernard Bruns. Paul Cool is our star athlete— There’s none that can with him compete. From all appearances, Joe never says much, But underneath there’s that certain touch. A big cut-up is Marcell— All the girls think he’s swell. Henry has one on the other boys in the class, He flaunts a handsome little mustache. So tiny and wee is Mary Bess, That we’re quite sure she’ll find success. Her happy smile, so shy and sweet, Make Odette’s character complete. Like a blushing schoolgirl, John gets red When to him anything about a girl is said. Clarence has honors in his grades, His friendship is one that never fades. Betty is called “Bill” by ’most all the folks, She’ll cheer you up with her numerous jokes. On the president of the Senior Class we beam, John is also captain of the football team. Ralph is very good at selling candy, And at many other things he is very handy. John Paul is happy-go-lucky, But when need be, he’s very plucky. Marcella has blonde hair and eyes so blue; In her you’ll find a friend that’s true. Page Seventeen

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 nttur Class fKtatoni Forty-seven shy but energetic students assembled in the freshman room in September of 1934 to answer to the roll call of the underclassmen of V. H. S. During the first few days of our high school life, we encountered many difficulties; but Mr. Williams, our adviser, encouraged us to continue our valiant efforts. With his capable guidance we began our long and tedious journey up the rough and rocky path of education. Although at first our footsteps seemed uncertain, we gained more confidence in ourselves as we struggled toward success. “Onward! Upward!” we shouted lustily as we continued to follow the route of knowledge through our Sophomore year. The magic word, “upperclassmen”, rang in our ears as we trod on courageously, heedless of the experienced voices of Juniors and Seniors. Along the pathway several of our class joined other parties of climbers. The rest of us conscientiously followed our leaders. To the top! With several scratches and bumps, thirty-nine tenacious members entered the Junior Class. At last our goal could be clearly seen in the distance. We viewed our noble mien and lofty ideals with approval in our eyes. For several weeks we were engaged in quite a few discussions on the subject of class rings, but the conclusion at which we arrived seemed satisfactory to all of us. We proudly displayed the selected rings. This year we were given the privilege to present a terrifying mystery, “The Haunted Chair”, which aided us in giving the Seniors a farewell banquet. Seniors! The last stop of our high school itinerary. Thirty-nine reserved and sagacious students reported for their final year of learning before the beginning of an entirely new life. We had steadily climbed together for four years, co-operating with one another; and now we have reached the dignified position of Seniors. During this year we chose our invitations and name cards. Although this task was taken seriously, more interest and excitement was shown when we had our pictures taken. Then, on Senior Day, what fun we had wearing the conspicuous apparel of our childhood days! We participated in various activities, including athletics, band, orchestra and glee clubs. Our last dramatic presentation was a three-act comedy entitled “The Mummy and the Mumps”. As we leave Versailles High School, we wish for the future success and glory of the old school. The Class of ’38 bids you farewell. Page Sixteen Margaret Ward, ’38.

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A merry laugh has Betty Jane, You can hear its tinkle in sunshine or rain. Ruth’s sweet smile and winning ways Will pay her well in future days. Marjorie is like a shining star— We’re quite sure that she’ll go far. A handsome little boy is Paul, Not very fat and not very tall. At shorthand and typing she is swell— This describes our Dorthabel. With a friendly smile and laughing eyes, Roberta is a lass we prize. A very nice boy is Robert Rahm, He always treats everyone the same. A sympathetic girl is Lucille, When you’re sad she knows just how you feel. Like a stately goddess, so true and tall, When you need a friend, Yula will hear your call. Wilfred likes a lot of fun; His mother is proud to call him—“son”. Martha is quiet in the right degree— A credit to the Senior Class, as you can see. Orville is commonly known as “Ichabod”, He always greets you with a friendly nod. June is a dainty little miss, She loves her home and her mother’s kiss. Margaret has giggles galore, Each day we like her more and more. Robert enjoys a good time and a good laugh, At baseball games the girls all want his autograph. A good Republican is Walter, He’ll go through life and never falter. Beryl’s a genuine Irish lad, I don’t believe he’s ever sad. Margaret is a beauty fair With sparkling eyes and dark hair. Wanda’s grades are very high, She has always a laugh—never a sigh. A rhyming word is a way to fame, So now I’ll gladly sign my name— Reva Richhart, ’38. Page Eighteen