Warren Western Reserve High School - Aurora Yearbook (Warren, OH)

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- i4:.111lfb'-zsaeumilw Q w-me-1 High School E C H O E S Nh-men 'rw-fy-ave Giraffe to the pupils of Greenwood. There was in Greenwood High a set of boys and girls who came from rather well-to-do families and who set the fashion in all the high school activities. The only persons whom they noticed were those connected with school athletics of any sort. Greenwood was especially noted for its athletic powers. In foot- ball, basketball, baseball and track the school had made its name known in every part of the surrounding country. There was only one stain on their escutcheon. The pre- ceding fall their most bitter rival in all athletic contests had snatched victory from them very graspin the annual football game between the schools. Greenwood's pupils had sulfered a terrible blow and they cherished the thought of revenge in their hearts. Every- one's interest centered on the Rockaway-Greenwood game. 'It came in the middle of the season and as the time grew near, discussions waxed hot and furious as to the out- come. Dick Prescott and Walt Adams were two of the most enthusiastic backers of the team, although neither of them played. Their favorite amusement was to gather around them their select group and then air their opinions of the team. A few weeks before the game their gang gathered at the house of Marge Ellerbe, one of the smart bunch. The whole crowd was in a hilarious mood and words Hew back and forth with excitement. Say Dick, demanded Tommy Russell, what do you think Lefty's chances are for making quarter back before the Rockaway game? He hasn't got a chance. He's too heavy for that. They've got to have a fellow that can run and is light on his feet. I- That's our only weak point interrupted Walt Adams, I'm afraid that they won't find anyone to fill the position before then. They say that the Rockaway quarter is one of the best they ever had remarked Jack Ellerbe, and ifwe don't win this game our reputation as football players will be lost. Well, chimed in one of the girls, we've won every game so far haven't we? Dick looked at her scornfully, Yes, but look who we've played! Wheaton, Home- stead and Laurel. Who couldn't beat them, huh ? I was talking to old Giraffe Frayer about it the other day grinned Jack Ellerbe, and he said he thought the only one who could ever take the quarter position was Winton. Can you imagine that? I wonder if he's ever seen a football game in his life? Isn't he the funniest boy you ever saw in you life? giggled Marge Ellerbe. None knows where he came from or anything about him. Yes, and I don't see why Coach Roberts and all the football kids are so darned nice to him either grumbled Tonny Russell. Oh I know why interrupted Walt importantly, Fritz Stein told me that the coach told 'em to be nice to him because he is his wife's cousin or something and besides he might be good material next year. I can't even imagine seeing Giraffe at a game, much less playing. H , I asked him once why he never came to the games, said Edith Williams and he said he had to work on Saturday afternoons. You know, I feel rather sorry for himnisaid Ellen Cameron, everyone makes fun of him. He asked me to go to the dance after the Roackaway game and I promised I would. . . No kidding, Ellen ? demanded Marge, Oh, I can hardly wait to see you come I Pug: One -Hundrrd and F0-uitzenl

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- f Illllllf-fsfliiifillllllfif Warren High School E C H 0 E S Ninefeeh Twenlu-HW JfillllllI i'ff1LE3:.HlIlllliff ' to seat Horatius. The seat beside him contained Irma's coat! Horatius nearly swal- lowed his lip stick. He caught sight of her electric blue dress coming toward him but he pretended to be interested in Mr. Scher, the orchestra leader going through his daily dozen. Horatius finally whispered from the back of his hand what he though of the ignorant, idiotic, dumb Youngstown lad she had introduced him to the other day. Upon receiving as a reply a growl distinctly masculine Horatius turned and beheld- Youngstown. He fainted. On coming back to earth, Horatius found that he was being attended by a very Venus. He immediately started flirting and ended by escorting her to his vacant sea although it gave him a pain in the candy receiver when he saw that he ha been carriedt to the ladies rest room pending recovery. After flinging Irma's coat in Youngstown's face, a good time was had by all. But the car refused to start. The man who owns one was absent and Horatius only had a quarter and that was to buy himself some perfume. But the girl who hailed from the thriving metropolis of Leavittsburg had to be taken home. He finally led her to the Toonerville Trolley fby a roundabout way, it must be confessedj and bid her good- night. Leavihg the ancient four wheeled chariot to its own fate, Horatius ambled home whilsting I Love You. Horatius switched on the parlor light and read the note she had given him with the parting words, Till we meet again. It was scrawled in a masculine hand, I am sorry to have deceived you, but circumstances required that I should be attired in feminine garb tonight. Yours for the future. Detective Missemf' Yes, Horatius was tired. Well, he swore, I'll be a big idiot if that isn't the very limit. He dropped into the arm chair. Yes, Sherman was talking about women, no doubt about it. Oh well, there was next year, and he would be an alumnus. Next time-next time-next time-Y g ' ' - Giraffe ' From his very first appearance Allan Frayer was an object of derision for the so- called smart set of Greenwood High. On the opening day of school an assembly was called in the auditorium to give the pupils some advice concerning the new semester. About five minutes after the bell had rung everyone of the eight hundred pupils were seated. 1The principal, Mr. King, held up his hand for silence. - After a little preliminary buzzing the room settled into a deep hush. At precisely that moment Allan Frayer made his never-to-be-forgotten debut at Greenwood. The whole school heard slow footsteps coming leisurely toward the auditorium. The door opened and a tall, lanky boy slowly stumbled ,down the aisle. Without doubt he was the most awkward human ever created. When he walked there wasn't a joint in his body that did not move. Straight down 'the aisle he' ambled, and planked himself in the f'ront.row'.. Then while the room was perfectly quiet one of the school wits murmered audibly Say, who let that giraffe out, anyway? This was too much. Unanimously from eight hundred throats a roar of laughter shook the building. Pandemonium reigned. The delighted pupils shrieked with mirth. The newcomer took the gibe very quietly and a broad grin spread over his countenance, From that time on he, was known by no other name than I Page',0ne Hundred ami Thirtesnfl

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, - f+ lu11lnues 12+g11u1l:se Q Wm-m Hish School E C H 0 E S ,Nieman Tw?-an-HV-2 llllllff - trotting on the floor with him. Why you don't even know whether he can dance. i Well, for my part, I've heard enough about that bird, Dick spoke up, I move we go to Ells kitchen and eat. There was a grand rush for the door and so the discussion ended. As the time drew nearer no other topic was heard but The Game. A week before GreenWood's team began to have secret practices and every member of the team trained vigorously. At last came Saturday afternoon. It was a glorious October day, rather cold and the sky was as blue as a turquoise. The crowd which packed the stadium was a typical football crowd. Rockaway had sent over at least a thousand ,backers in a special train. All of the Greenwood inhabitants who could possibly get there had come. The air had a tense, strained quality which always marks an exciting and doubtful encounter. On one side of the stadium waved the proud bands of green and white, Greenwood's colors. On the other side the haughty streamers of blue and white floated on the wind. Then there was a sudden hush and from a side of the stadium eleven men clad in blue and white trotted forth. A mighty cry burst from a thousand throats and in a few seconds the stadium echoed with the Rockaway yell. Then from the other side eleven green and white figures came forward with uplifted heads, trotting slowly around the field. Greenwood went wild. Hats flew, horns tooted and then likea crash of thunder came the Greenwood yell: g g v Ye-a-a Team! Yefa-a-a Team! Ye-a-a Team! FIGHT! TTFIGHT! FIGHT! From that time on the stadium echoed with opposing yells, each side trying to outcheer the other. The the whistle blew. The privilege kick-off went to Rocakway. The referee shoutedi Ready, Rockaway ? All ready! came back the answer. The whistle blew and the game was on. - There was not an onlooker who could describe the first three quarters of that game with any charity. They had a dazed recollection of fumbles, forward passes, penalties and large gains. It was the closest fought match ever played in that part of the country. The men, fighting blindly and desperately, were able to do nothing, to gain nothing, the gall was like a phantom and neither side could keep it long in their possession. At the end of the third quarter the score was deadlocked at 0-0. At the beginning of the fourth quarter Roackaway received the kick-off. The ball landed squarely in the arms of Hatch, Roackaway's quarter, and with perfect interference he made an eighty yard run down the field for a touchdown. Anyone who has ever witnessed anything of this sort knows what happened. Roackaway went wild. They yelled and shrieked, laughed and cried, in a delirium ofjoy. The Greenwood rooters sat stunned and silent. Then Rock- away kicked for the point after the touchdown and missed. The ball went back for the kick-off. Suddenly the whistle blew and from the subs bench a long, lanky, awkward figure in green and white trotted towards the referee. An excited roar arose from Green- wood and cries of Giraffe Hurrah for Frayer were heard. One of the green and white players came off the field and Giraffe took his place. It was Rockaway's kick-off. The quarter received the ball, ran a few yards, was downed and fumbled! A lanky figure, miraculously transformed into a blue streak, scooped up the ball and ran thirty yards before he was downed. A tense silence settled over the crowd. Greenwood's captain lPage One Hundred and Fifteen!