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

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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

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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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0 I TIGE TQIDE I C? I ' N Soon we heard Clarence's clear voice, Mr, Paul J. Hannahs will sing Marcheta, accompanied by Miss Wilma Bonita Wicklinef' What? Could it be! Two more of that wandering class accounted for. This sounded good and we sat there until the wee small hours of the morning, being entertained by our old class mates. Before retiring we prepared a light lunch. A hysterical cry from Grace in the kitchen, brought us to her in a minute's notice and found her standing by the kitchen cabinet with the coffee can in her hand. We looked down and what met our eyes but Hepp KL Anderson, Manufac- turers of Coffee. Imagine it! Those fellows settled down to making anything. Several days later, after quite an argument, the trio consented to tell me about the different members of the class who had been present at the reunion. Ben McCarel and Carl Weekly had both taken up the profession of Undertaking I was indeed surprised because neither one had been very brisk in undertaking things, some thirty years back. Alas for Douglas! He was a successful minister in the Little Church Around the Corner. His success was attributed to his deep, clear voice. But I was not so interested in the boys, why not tell me something about the girls. Where were Georgia Weekley and Kathryn Berger? I don't know why I always connected them together but I was shocked to learn that they were copying Edna Wallace Hopper, taking an ad- vanced course in Cosmetology at Sarah Hinze's University for dyes and pickles!!! Harry DeTemple had been a prominent lawyer for some twenty-five years. I recalled how in his English classes, his keen imagination had often led him to exaggeration, so I was quite sure he could be nothing else but a success in this walk of life. Do you remember, Doris Allison, Esther Keay and Frances Metts? asked Harold. Remember them? Well, I sure do! What are they doing? Nurs- ing the inmates at Massillion! I suppose their winning and pleasant ways would fit them for such a position. It Was human to ask about my nearest friends first and I badly wanted to know about Dean Robb. Remembering his old job at Jack's Shoe Store I rather imagined he would be working with shoes, but I assure you I never once supposed he would be a common cobbler. Harold had his feet frozen while in the North Land and had been taken to a hospital in Nome for treatment. He had bee11 very much sur- prised to find Wilbur Cooper, the Intern, Beatrice Secrest, Head House- keeper, and May Alton, Supervisor, but he was not at all disappointed. Grace was always a great person to visit the hair dressers and while passing through Albany, New York, a few months before, had accidently dropped into a Beauty Parlor managed by Hannah J. Caldwell. Accom- paying her parlor was a charming little Hat Shoppe, which was being taken care of by Audrey Allen. They were both single, but in love with their work and prospering. 31