Waverly High School - Novel Yearbook (Waverly, OH)

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4 THE T I «; E K Another scene revealed a slender young lady. She was working in a college laboratory on the cure of cancer. The operator turned around, and I recognized her as an old school friend. Virginia McCormick. I again turned the reel and I saw Helen Overman, an artist, in a beauty shop getting a permanent wave. The beauty specialist turned to ask me what I wanted and I saw that she was Margaret Jones. The Scene was in a large library in Chicago. Whom did I see hut Helen Franklin and Isabel Montgomery! I had always thought that their two years' experience as librarians in dear old W’averly High would lead them toward something bigger and better. A room in an art school next appeared. Margaret McDowell and Hallie Ware were students there. At the sight of Margaret, my thought drifted hack to the drawing which she had made for our Junior-Senior banc|uet in 1931, which so beautifully decorated the dining rooms of the cafeteria. rite next scene was that of a church wedding. Bernard Way was answering, I do,” which was the result of a romance beginning in his senior year at W. H. S. Rev. Arnold Murray “tied the knot . Again. I turned the reel. Ralph F.mmitt was making a campaign speech at Columbus, announcing his candidacy for Governor of Ohio. In the audience I saw Paul Streitenberger, Guy I .eat her wood, and Burnice Crabtree, all classmates of mine and prominent farmers of Waverlv. The next scene revealed the business section of Waverlv. Rol ert Taylor was a prominent hanker, while I.eon Ratcliff held a responsible office as Sheriff of Pike County, Virginia Lee Hamilton was editor of The Waverly Morning Sun”. The next picture was that of good old Waverly High. In the music room, I saw Prof. Harold Brown directing his music class. Back on the huge gym floor was Coach Adrian Crabtree showing his basketball team how to drop the hall in the basket. I saw another school scene (I do not remember the town) Kmma Wipert held the responsible position as Supt. of Schools, and Marie Robinson was coaching a group of girls in basketball. I was becoming tired turning the reel. Surely there couldn't he many more scenes, hut the very next picture showed the resemblance of myself as I was staged in a play given in Dayton. The last, hut not the least, was a picture of the exterior of W. H. S. building. Wonders had been done! The word improvement spoke from every corner. Another story had been added making the school three stories high. Good old prosperous Waverly. All at once 1 heard my name called. I looked up and there stood my mother. She came to tell me that it was time for me to meet the Sand Man”. I must have been asleep! What I told you must have been a dream. The aged man and the “Visionary have vanished. The night is slowly stealing away. The flames of the fire are burning low, hut the memories of my classmates of 1932 will live forever. —Marie Osborne. Twenty-three

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THE TIGER CLASS PROPHECY It was night. The snow was piled up in heaps outside. The clouds were sailing away. The moon shone down on the glistening snow. The stars twinkled brightly. All was quiet except for the occasional whistling of the wind. But ah! in my warm, cozy, living room I was curled up in a chair by the fireplace, watching the dancing and crackling fire as 1 was glancing through my 1932 Tiger”. I turned the pages. Memories came rushing back to me. 1 closed my eyes. Hosts of thoughts passed across my mind—they wandered back to my classmates who had graduated from Waverly High School in 1932. I tried to imagine each student as he appeared the eventful night of our graduation: but I did not have even a vague image. Everything was changing. Even the fire was dying, the “Tiger” slipped slowly from my hands, I sank deeper into the chair and fell into a happy slumber when— I heard a timid knock on the door. Opening the door, 1 saw an aged man carrying a black leather valise. He introduced himself as a salesman with an apparatus which he called a Visionary . Being greatly interested I invited him in to explain more fully its use. He asked me for some old snapshots with wdiicli he could demonstrate. But those scenes meant little to me. Can you place the pages of my “Tiger in the machine so that I can visualize my old classmates?” I asked. Surely, with that you can depict the future of each of your former classmates, he answered, if you will hold the pages in front of the Visionary while I push on the button, the pictures taken by this machine will convert the pictures of the Tiger into scenes made on one long reel. Then you may turn the reel and see for yourself . Behold! Before me was revealed a beautiful lady who was singing before a large audience of a noted New York theatre. She proved to be none other than Greta W ay. Her accompanist was Helen Cutler. Her fingers flying over the keys reminded me of the many hours she practised in her school days. Turning the reel again, 1 saw Bernice Schilling and Verna Murphy in a room of a well-known hospital in Cleveland. They were bending over the bed of George Bushatz who, as a pilot, had been injured when Baby Blimp figured in an accident. Those girls had always wanted to be nurses and their wish had at last been granted. rile next picture revealed Jessie Brown and Geneva Reed clerking in departments of a large store in Cincinnati, which was owned and operated by my old classmate. Edwin Haynes. In the fourth scene I saw a vision of the National Capitol. There in the office of the Secretary of War, I saw Richard Watkins. Advancing toward his desk I noticed Martha Hartley holding several type written sheets of paper. At last, Martha had climbed to the height of her ambition—a private secretary. In the next scene a neat tiny kitchen was revealed. At the sink a pleasantfaced little woman was washing dishes. 1 recognized her as my old chum, Beulah Eblin, who is now married and living on a small modern farm in the suburbs of Wakefield. As I turned the reel 1 saw Pauline Bowman and Mildred Bauer as bookkeepers in the offices of a large publishing company in Springfield. Twenty-two

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THE T1CER JUNIOR CLASS OFFICERS President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Robert Vai.lery E. Ann McCormick . Beryi, Corn . Jane Scuauseii. Twenty-four