Waite High School - Warrior Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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MISS JOSEPHINE GOODALL DUN IEUIDDEII I 1 -l - El Q leg E When the beams of the Sun God are hidden by a depressing EA Qi horizon of the Olympian twilight, the Moon Goddess rises 9 , Q into the faded sky. With her bright rays of light she quickly Ai-Pts! disperses the clouds of doubt and dispels the darkness of night. u A pleasing personality, convincing honesty of purpose, and a sincere willingness to help, make Miss Godall an excellent Assistant Principal. She is truly a shining light in Waite. Twenty-seven

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'W ,g Vx gp LE: wx X , QE I I Vg! PHILIP H. CONSER UN EDD The Sun God is the source of the illumination of all our ways. Indeed, all the phases of his dependent world rely upon his assuring rays to bring them to a favorable destiny. Sometimes, however, when the Sun God is angry, he With- draws his light behind the clouds, but when he is pleased, he beams in magnificent splendor. Mr. Conser is a friend to everyone, the Sun God of our universe. ID IQIDLEAND GOLD Twenty-six

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MR. A. W. STUART MR. M. B. SEVERANCE The D0il1tBl'S Waite's sky of stars, too, has its pointers, pointing the way to the big dipper from which freshmen and upperclassmbn alike may drink deep of the secrets of the ages. Ageless as the stars themselves,undimmed in brilliance, they meet their seventieth years with the keen enthusi- asm of youth. Retirement brings them no infirmities, no discontent, no prospect of idle useless- ness, no sense of having finished with life. Vigorous men of seasoned judgment, they look for- ward to mellow years of rich satisfactions, richly deserved. Like the Greek mathematicians of old, Mr. Stuart sat at his desk in Room 112. Brusque, crisp, rugged, straightforwardly honest, scorn- ful of mediocrity, impatient with sluggards, this New Englander of the clipped gray moustache taught more than mathematics, he taught clear thinking, that lesson which today's world needs more than any other. Seniors on the verge of graduation sought his aid 5 underclassmen were guided and encouraged by him to attain the higher ideals in life 3 and the players who were coached by this ex-National Leaguer in the earlier history of Waite's baseball activities always paid him due respect. Now the teacher is gone, and his room is changed, but memories still linger with the students who learned of him their first lessons in logic. This year marks the termination of Mr. Severance's career at Waite, but not the termination of his influence. It is difficult to picture third floor without the familiar white-haired figure moving with benevolent, patriarchal dignity among the freshmen, who, under his kindly guidance, have gained new standards of worth and character by precept and example. A natural psychologist, Mr. Severance knows each whim and fancy of freshmen g he makes no compromise with wrong, but he has not forgotten that he was once a boy. Must we bid Mr. Severance good-bye? Then let it be with the reminder that he holds a particular corner in the hearts of those who know him and love him as the Father of Waite. Twenty-eight