Wellsville High School - Tiger Stripe Yearbook (Wellsville, OH)

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W3 TIGEQ ' QTQIDE lie? VVINSLOVV, HOMER Homer A likable chap. Ohio Club '25, 1 siwfg? 'YP Our High School days come and gone, Our worries now are o'er. Those days of happiness and fun We will enjoy no more! We recall the days spent in High School When trifles seemed large in our sight, When such things as athletics and pleasures, Put all our studies to flight. So life's problems are only beginning, The battle has just begun, But with each small task we are Winning Comes the satisfaction of work well-done. We now leave the place we've learned to adore, And sail forth on life's great sea. May all good fortune and blessings galore, Wellsville High, rest on thee. -Bertha Reuter 29

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TIGE D T121 E, v 4 WEEKLY, CARL Winker In studies-in athletics a star. Basket-Ball '24-'25. WEEKLEY, GEORGIA Wink A happy, care-free miss, Who is always looking for a good time. Basket-Ball '22-'23-'24g Captain '25. Operetta '22-'23, Cheer Leader '23. Girls' Athletic Editor Annual '25. Book Club '25. WICKLINE, WILMA KI'Wick!! You know I say just what I think And nothing more or less. Basket-Ball '23-'24. Cheer Leader '24. Operetta '22-'23, Radio Club '25. Ass't Joke Editor Annual '25. WILSON, OLIVE Jacky Our authority in anything. Editor-in-Chief Annual '25. Radio Club '25. Headlight Reporter '25. Student Council '25. 28

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TIGE W TQIDE mg Prophecy of Class of '25 T WAS a bleak blustry day, as all days are in the land of the Aurora Borealis. For a decade I had wondered these frozen 5-G reg wastelands, alone. As my hair grew white, my limbs feeble, and my three score years and ten were coming to an abrupt endg my last and only desire was to see some one from that old class of mine and find out the whereabouts of at least some of my friends. The snow was blinding and my breath froze as it left my nerve- wrecked body. A shelter! A shelter! was the one goal utmost in n1y mind. I stumbled on for several feet when I discovered a small cabin built up against a ragged, dangerous mountain. I got in, I don't know how, perhaps I fell in but at most I didn't know anything for some weeks. Martha! Martha! someone was calling. Don't you know me? It is Grace, Wake up! Wake up! And sure enough it was. The general of the class had married an explorer and the party was stationed here for a few weeks awaiting word from headquarters, to move on to the next station. I explained immediately how my parents had been killed and I mirac- ulously escaped while on a fishing trip in the North Land. The lure of the wastelands had since been so strong that it had been impossible for me to leave. While convalescing, I assure you, many a pleasant hour was spent in discussing old times and friends, especially different members of the class of '25. A reunion had been held in IIammond's Park about ten years previous and only four of us were missing. I, of course and three others. Gladys Price, Thelma McFall and Andrew Fitzgerald, all three of whom had gone into the jungles of Africa on a hunting trip a few months before and had not yet returned. There were only two of the fifty-two who were residing in Wellsville, Mr. and Mrs. Harry Brooks. Their marriage had been a failure in the true sense of the word. Harry had only a desire to eat, sleep and be merry, while Bertha cared only to be a home-loving wife. Clarence Bell had spent his entire life, since graduating, speaking into a microphone at station N-U-T, New York. As soon as anything connected with radio was mentioned Harold- oh, yes, by the way, Harold Dickey had accompanied Grace's husband, as head guide. Another member of the party was Graceis old school chum, Rhomeyn I-Iamilton. She had accompanied the party as the attending physician and showed quite a bit of skill in this line.-Back to the radio. We at once tuned in on station N-U-T. And soon a beautiful baritone voice came floating through the air to us. Such a marvelous pianist and talanted singer, Rhomeyn remarked. 30