Woodward High School - Saga Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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Senior Edition 5G'4 PGV'4 P'P'4 P'P 4 'V'P'P'P'P'V'3 Y P P V'4 P'PK C ass Histor Anne Katz Rdvvt-'vt-'vi-f vb-vb-dvd-vbwiwd-4--4'vvb-wh-'vb-fk OUR YEARS ago approximately 450 boys and girls, just graduated from the elementary grades, rushed, in almost pellmell fashion, into another station of life, Woodward Technical High School. Behind us lay old expe- riences soon to be forgotten in the joy of new ones. What was to come ahead? No one knew. This much was cer- tain--a higher plane of existence was to be started upon. All eager and happily expectant, we boarded the train for the eventful journey, almost literally piling into the Fresh- man Local that was to convey us into realms of knowledge as yet unknown. Almost at once our train penetrated a region of doubt, a wilderness of courses, schedules, teachers, and to many, penalties. However, as the days passed by and our train thundered along without being derailed, we gained coni- dence, self-composure, and even began to assume somewhat of an air of bravado. By the time our yearling feathers had been shed, we had all the traditional cockiness which occu- pants of the second train, the Sophomore Special, were reputed to possess. Throughout the initial stages of the adventure Miss Cronk and Mr. Meek did noble duty as engineers, and had it not been for their skillful manipula- tion of all the numerous and at times monotonous details all would in probability have ended right there. Off the road for a brief respite, and then we were back again --on the Sophomore Special. We were Sophomores now and kings of all we surveyed iso we thoughtl. We boarded from a new station, a spacious edifice calculated to gladden the hearts of all concerned. To resort to a com- mon but descriptive term, everything was now going along great guns. Gone was the innovation of entry upon a new sphere. We were all completely attuned to surrounding conditions, the very hum of the wheels traveling along so rythmically sounded like veritable music to our ears. No barricades could now be ahead. All tribulations had been met and conquered during the first run. We also halted the course of our train of knowledge long enough to stage the Sophomore Strut. Another milestone, and we boarded the third train, the Junior Express. How the miles ilew by! Traveling at such a high rate of speed our destination, Point Graduation, would soon be reached. What a thought! The half-way curve already had been rounded, and the last and most eventful runs were in the ofiing. The fact may be stated that all effort was now directed, all energies now strained toward acquiring the privilege of riding on the last train, the Senior Limited, in which would culminate the major portion of the joys derived from our trip. But we are trying ffm rifle rim rib to peer too far along the rails, and it is best to confine our- selves to the immediate happenings of our Junior Express. We pulled into a siding to try our talents at dramatics, and presented for the approval of engineers, passengers, and by- standers The Whole Town's Talking. Was it well received? The cast assuredly must have had to choose on the spot be- tween leaving the train and embarking upon a footlight career, so great was their success. However, none cared to do so, apparently not relishing the thought of terminating so pleasant an itinerary, but I will always believe that among us could have blossomed prospective Bernhardts and Mansfields. Our next endeavor was the greatest Terpsicho- rean event in which we had as yet indulged, the J-Hop. This dance was the greatest social contribution of the Jun- iors to the happiness of our fellow-travelers. Seniors! Seniors!! Seniors!!! Words portending for us a magical import. Above us in rank stood only the president of the road and his staff. We were now in the limelight all eyes were turned upon us. No longer could we skip around the cars with the carefree abandon which was our wont in former years. Upon us was cast the appelation dignified, in alignment with which we molded our actions. Almost overnight had we matured as young adults and faced the world with a firmer mein. But we loved it. Who among us would have exchanged his solemn mantle of senior responsibility for the gayer and more careless cloak of under-classmen? None! We were young men and young women, and of us was demanded a fuller participation in the problems of life. Then followed a parade of affairs. Again we d elve d into Thespian art, the result being A Full House. The entire personnel of our railroad turned out en masse to witness it, and their peans of praise amply repaid us for the dreary hours we spent in perfecting it. Hardly had their applause ceased when we plunged headlong into another of our activ- ities, the Senior Prom. A more stately event could not have been given. Informal in note, yet of a delightful grandeur, the Prom remains one of the dearest memories of our trip. And now the climax, the Banquet-happy yet sad, too, it finds us. For the last time we convene as a class. Here fare- wells are to be said and hopes for the future expressed. Now we have come to the end of our road. Some there are who will transfer to another train and continue the trip, others will begin their life's duties and think no more of traveling. As we pursue life's journey, may Providence grant that we in the future have the good fortune of such congenial companionships and inspired leaderships as those which we have enjoyed on the Woodward Express. ffm Jilo :rim vile'

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Senior Edition Beatrice M. Woodka General Home Ec. 3, 4. Pres. 4. Booster Club 3, 4. Academic Entertainment Com 4 Athletic League 4. V. Pr eS. 4. Seniors Not Submitting Pictures Morey Baim Philip Rubin Commercial General Salesmanship 1, 2, 3, 4. Lucile Woodrich . In Booster Club 3, 4. Exec. French Club 3, 4. Fasces Club 2. Periclean Soc. 4. Alchemist Soc. 3, 4. Co Rollin Isadore Young Commercial Commercial Club 3, 4. Henry R. Zanville General Banquet Com. 4. Booster Club 3, 4. Spanish Club 2, 3, 4. Peiuper Club 3, 4. Chester F. Zawlocki Commercial Banquet Com. 4. Commerce Club 3, 4. Senior Hi-Y 3, 4. Stanley Zdrodowski Academic Fasces Club 3, 4. Blanche Fichtner Commercial .4. Ida Gelman General Booster Club 3. Wyatt Harris Special Senior Hi-Y Club 3, 4. Byron Hass Industrial Arts Engineering Soc. 3, 4. Aviation Soc. 2, 3. Hi-Y 1, 2. Bernard Hes 'ng ' Special U , , 1 ' Oscar Kohler General Herbert Donald Powder Commercial Peiuper Club 3, 4. Commercial Club 3, 4. Booster Club 3, 4. A I I . D Kwfj Ca l W. Quigg In ustrial Arts Engineering Soc. 1, 2. Philatelic Soc. 1. Treas. 1. Plane Soc. 2, 3. Golf Team 3. Glee Club 2. If Play Com. 4. Spanish Club 1, 2. Band 2. Alchemist Soc. 3, 4. V Peiuper Club 3, 4. Booster Club 3, 4. f 4 Norman Silverman General Spanish Club 2, 3. Peiuper Club 3, 4. Edmund Skrzynecki Industrial Arts Virtranse Taylor General French Club l, 2. Booster Club 3, 4. Fred Weisberg General Peiuper Club 3, 4. Basketball 2, 3, 4. Jack Wolf Special Theodore Woodiill Industrial Arts Basketball 3, 4. Football 3, 4. pins - ffm ..-1n, -sn. Pres. 4

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-A fgnior Eldition Si, The Quest ag at Ek When spring this year came dancing north With misty breath and laughing eyes, The doors of life She opened wide for bluest skies, The grasses green and flowers brought forth. Arise, let's, like earth's verdure, start Through sun and shower upon our quest, Errant youths of hope, Seeking, striving, giving of our best, Cherishing memories in a happy heart. When dark hours come before the dawn Of hope, old long-tried friends shall keep Us strong and true. Win or fail, within us deep Our early dreams shall urge us on. Dorothy Samborn ,31