Wadsworth High School - Whisperer Yearbook (Wadsworth, OH)

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Class History From the beginning of time all important facts have been recorded, so it is only fitting that the history of the '25 Class should be set clown. ln I9IZ a hearty bunch of little tots started to school in the first grade. We thought we were big and wise, for we were on the rocking, stormy sea of knowledge. And so we passed from class to class until in the year of 1921 when we entered the great, unexplored regions known as W. I-I. S. Here the upper classmen condescendingly tacked the dignified title of uliireshien to the poor trembling, stuttering, green infants. However the green soon wore off and we managed to squeeze in our place and to take our part in this new life. We successfully accomplished our first social duty of entertaining the very dignified Seniors. ln our Sophomore year the fun began. All the teachers seemed to think us rather unruly, and, as yet we have not been able to change their minds. ln spite of our pranks and fun we mastered Plane Geometry and fought Caeser's battles like true Romans. When we reached the startling height of Juniors we were dazzled with the blaze and blare of the grown up world. We organized our class and chose green and white colors to flaunt in the faces of the enraged Seniors. Always, as before, we tried to keep our lessons with our fun, and succeeded rather well in this. Now we are Seniors. We have accepted the throne from the '24 Class and are keeping it in high esteem. We have cast aside our inherited dignity, for we feel not half as big and wise as we did on the first rung of the ladder. Only one thing darkens our horizon-at the end of our Junior year we lost our brightest star, Adam Haller, but all are happy in his success at his present school. Even in our loss, we have gained, for many others have come to join our ranks until we have the loyal class of fifty. We are proud of our class- mates who have put our class on the athletic map, and we are grateful to all our teachers who have stood by us in sunshine or rain. Eighteen boys and girls managed to survive the tyranny and slaifery of the twelve years together, and now we call ourselves The Stickers. After our school days are over we will continue to be good Stickers and stick until success comes: in sight. And so in May, we of '25, hand the Throne to the '26 Class, to love, guard, and esteem as our class has tried to do in the four happy years spent in dear old W. l l. S. Frances W. Deshler, '25 Senior Class Song Pride of the school they call us Now that we're going away. Twenty-five sings, joy bells we ring l-lail our commencement day. Chorus: lnto life today we wend our way From dear old Wadsworth l'ligh's Proudest name, ul-lall of Fame, Let us ne'er forget to honor her Whom we all love so well singing her praise May all the joys we've won Be yours who follow on. May you win new fame. For her we love to name, Our dear old Wadsworth High. All thru the years of labor All thru the days of yore, We stood the test, and gave our best Our song, Excelsior. Cltorus: Teachers and fellow class-mates, Friendships which gave us light, Memories clear, with us each year Will make our pathway bright. Chorus: Tune: fDreamer of Dreamsl Nina Oiwleara, '25 FHlll'llV'll

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m L- We had boys to be proud of also. There was Donald Good always at the head in class work. ln the junior year he became class President. ln our Senior he has been chosen as Manager of the Senior Play. He also went out for Debating and helped W. H. S. win honors. Then there was Eddie, who furnished us many a laugh. He was a good Foot-Ball player, the fastest runner on the team. Also we have among us Noel and Emerson, the two quietest of the class. They won Basket Ball letters. Last but not least of the boys comes George Lorentz, who has become prominent this last year. He was on the Debate team and recievd many compliments on his fine speech and the manner in which he delivered it. He was elected as Senior class Presi- dent. So we have struggled on through twelve hard years of study, up to our Senior year. just eighteen of the old class. Eighteen true loyal stickers. Helen Hartman, '25 Senior Poem O, dear old class of Twenty-Five With our colors of Green and White Thy memories we'll ever cherish Till our spirits wing their flight. The time is growing close, alas, That we must say good-by, And sadly clasp the hands of those We've loved in Wadsworth Hi. And to all of our lnstructors We promise to earnestly strive To remember their kindly teachings To the class of Twenty-Five. As we travel along life's highway Along through this veil of tears, And our memory pictures faces We have not seen for years, Let us pause awhile in our journey To think of those days gone by When as happy, carefree, children We went to Wadsworth Hi. Fame has written names of honor On the golden sands of Time Chosen several from among us Of the class of twenty-five, Filling us with memories, happyg Filling us with joyous pride Thanking the Dear Father Above us That we too 're from Twenty-Five. Frances Libert, '25 The Hall of Fame And do you know there is a hall of fame Where many a name is written in flame? ls it a pillard chapel tall and fair And have its honored inmates virtue rare? Nay, tis not a columned, loved shrine, lts walls are bathed with tears of brine. Would you know where this hall, it stands? It was not made by human hands But is buried in hearts of men. Those beloved names were neier written by pen Of famed minstrel, bard or poet Nor praised by harpists's sweetest note. Are they the battles conquerers or music's followers Or servants of learing's flowers? Nay again, they are the common folkg That of life's sweetness form the yolk. Their deeds were simple, kind and great That oft disclosed an honoured trait. Their number's countless and tis tried And many a pilgrim's tear they dried: Tis character loving and trusting 'l'hat's made them loved among men. Catherine Morneweck, '27 Sixteen