Wadsworth High School - Whisperer Yearbook (Wadsworth, OH)

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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

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Senior Class Play The last school function that the Seniors can give before leaving school is the Senior Class Play. They went into this affair this year with all the spirit any class could show in order to make the play the biggest hit ever. The play was one of Marie Doran's best--A'The New Co-Ed. It was ably directed by Bruce Cameron and given on Friday, May Sth. The play portrays life at a college. The theme of it is the arrival of a new student at the college. She is an oddly dressed girl coming from a small village and not knowing what or how to expect things at college. Of course she is shunned by some of the students, while several take a liking to her and help her get along. The play tells of her many trials and how they terminate. The following cast acted very well the parts assigned them. l-etita fl-ettyl Willis, The New Co-Ed ............ .... G ladys Powell Madge Stevens, l-etty's Friend ........ ---Helen Hartman Estelle Doolittle, A spoiled beauty ---- ----- F rances Deshler Miss Rice, l-andlady --------.---. ------- C ecelia Beery May ---, Q ---Allene Hougian Rose --- College Chums -------- --- - --- sf .----Marian Koontz Grace -- l l .--Bonnie lVlcClung Richard fDickJ Bradley, Athlete --- ----------- ------ K enneth Fenton Punch Doolittle, workhating brother of Estelle - --- Donald Parmelee Jim Young, Coach ----------------------- ------ R alph Morr George Washington Watts, Porter -----..--- --- ---- Miles Schapiro Play Business Manager ----------- - ------------------- Donald Good The class voted to use the money realized from this event for a memorial. A light to be placed in front of the building was selected. Donald Good, '25 S1-wxllv-vii