Warren High School - Echoes Yearbook (Warren, OH)

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-ECHOES Should you ask me, whence they goeth, Whence this class, so' famed and bold, Bearded with knowledge, oft retold, Armed with genius double-fold,- I should answer, I should tell you, To the great cities, and the busy countries, To the east lands, and the prairies, To the colleges and normals, And to ollices and business To prove their worth and fitness. Thro' the world so cold and drear They will toil and labor never fear. Already, great things they have done This renouned class of'21. Oh! But wait of years hence let me tell you. Behold a building, do I see, To be happy, blithe, and gay, Seems their desire for today, Ah! Now their faces look familiar! , Yes! In the days, not to be forgotten, In the year of 1921, one and all I knew them Should you ask me whence they cometh Whence these people of renown, With great learning, they abound, Among them the most skillful found. I should answer, I should tell youg From the great colleges and corporations, OUR CLASS OF '21. From the Senate and the Capital,. From humble homes and occupations For the one great reunion ofthe class of '21. Yes, through the halls of genius In the poet, and the artist's corner Through the hospitals, and churches wander Gathering them together. I Eminent sculptors We assemble, Lawyers and the Doctors we remember, Searching thru the wide domain O'er hill and valley, desert and plain, Lest we do not all regain. At last our taskgis done, For the Class of '21, Should you ask me whence we guide them, Whence these' strange and yet familiar faces, I should answer, I should tell you, Over mountain stream and vale, To the place all adore. , Oh! you've guessed its W. H. S. There again with joys, not less, The long vacant halls resound, Than in that well remembered year. Highest merit and success they've won That class of 1921. 1 , -Reba Fairchild

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ECHOES' 12-A CLASS HISTORY Being arrived at the ninth grade, and having the distinc- tion of being the first class to enter the so-called ninth grade, we undertook to explore the wilderness. We first entered the rustic structure of Central Grammar and we were called Ninth Graders. 1 We remained in this habitation for one year, during which time we had many thrilling experiences and We met many strange features which we had never had the pleasure of meeting before. Some of the strange things we saw were Latin, Algebra, after school appointments Qwith the teachersj, duckings, iodine complexions and a beautiful panorama was our I-irst class party. This was a grand Hallowe'en festival, at the Episcopal 'church parlors, situated near the island on which we lived. Many bewitching witches were there and Wizards, too, perhaps, including Coddy's orchestra, which Was then a drum and a piono. This party was indeed a great epoc in the history we were making. Later We were summoned to help the people in peril, by purchasing Thrift Stamps. We organized into clubs and bought and sold Thrift Stamps. In this undertaking we did a great good for our country and this we will always be renowned for. Our experiences continued through the long months, but lo, one day when we were all gathered in amass meeting we were told of another vague, antique figure, existing close by the abode we had been making our headquarters. With faltering steps and tearful eyes, we made our Way further into the deep unknown. Then there came in sight of that great old masterpiece, Warren Senior High School. During the first part of our visit there we were timid, it seems, because We found the inhabi- tants strange. But we became acquainted after a while and overcame our shyness. But We never failed to entertain our friends even through we did seem bashful and we had all the parties we could. The next year found us in the midst of the jungle. Geometry had done its worst and now Chemistry was ready to play havoc with us. There were many things We had to battle, there was indeed, scarcely a minute passed in which we had not some enemy to overcome, but we boast of the fact that we always conquered the intruder. We still entertained at parties and festivals and we had a. grand Thanksgiving feast. The turkey was the only thing missing. The year of our Lord, 1921, found our truly brilliant party of explorers coming toward the edge of the forest of learning. Our fourth year English did not prove to be so ferocios and we conquered it without hesitation. When our party was launched in 1917, there were some one hundred of us and all but a very few have survived the journey. Our party was composed of fearless young Warriors and We challenged all that constrewed our Way and fought diligently and we have now come out of the field of learning which was a strange vague place to us four years ago. We have explored the Held, made a map and this map is being preserved by the members of ths class of 1921.

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POPULAR VICTROLA RECORDS They Go Wild, Simply Wild Over Me-Cress Medley Peggy ---- 1 ------- ' Rose of My Heart ...,,,,.,,,,,.,,, There's a Long, Long Trail -,,---.g,. There's a Lot of Blue-Eyed Marys -M She's the Lass for Me ..........,.,, They're All Out of Step but Jim ..... Leave it to Jane ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,-,,, , The Little Old Ford Rambles Right l Along ...........,,, , ,,,-,,.,... K-K-K-Katy ..........-.,,, ,.,.,,. Oh! What a Pal was Mary .... .... Oh! Lady! Lady! ........... .... Long Boy ..... ..,, Molly O! ...,.,,.,,,,.t,.,,,,,.,,, There's Somebody Waiting for Me --- Miller's Wooing .............,...,.. Peg Whitaker Frances Rose To Warren High Mary Bartow Louieelivans Jim Reaseman Miss Delin Keith Scott Kate McMeen Mary Hamilton Miss Flood Kenneth Crane Mr. Mollenkopf Frances McDonald Claire Miller My Bonnie, Bonnie Jean-- .... Jean Smith ' Johnny's in Town ...... .... .... I a ck Mahannah My Own Iona- - - ------------ ----Iona Shepherd Somebody's Waiting for Someone .... Gail Geiss Keep on Smiling ..... , --- .... Justine Heasley My Gal Irene ......... ,... I rene Bender Fond Memories ,........, .... H elen Duke Dear Little Boy' of Mine .... .... He's Had No Lovin' ....... ' ......... -Elsie Harris Kenneth Story Oh, Sleep! Why Dost Thou Leave Me? Bill Weigand