Woodward High School - Saga Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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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

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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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g-p Senior Edition -A X'4 P'P'9 P'P'Q P'P'Y'P'P4'4P'l'4 '3 'U 'l 'P'P'P4 PK Class Prophecy Marseilles, France April 1, 1951 Miss Gertrude Schwartz President, South American Head-Hunters Company Utica, Guatamala Dear Gertrude, I suppose you will be rather surprised to hear from me after a delay of three years in answering your last letter, but it was unavoidable. I don't know whether or not you will be interested in hearing what I have to tell you since you have become such a hard-boiled business woman in your fight to subdue the natives to your advantage. I have been the guest of Frank Molik, the broker who made a fortune in the Wall Street crash, and his wife, the former Anabel Bossler, on a yachting trip which we took to satisfy one of Frank's whims. He decided to cruise about in search of odd bits of information about our class of '31, and his deci- sion led us into the queerest places. I am now staying at their villa at Marseilles, and never before have I seen such interesting surroundings. Esther Root, the private secretary of Mrs. Molik, took detailed notes of what each classmate had done, and I am now using these notes to great advan- tage. I enjoyed myself a great deal and I hope you will be interested to hear about some of the things that we encoun- tered. The yacht we used was designed by Charles Green- berg and built by Fetzer 8: Sons Co. Quite a coincidence! Our first stop was Toledo where we immediately hired a taxi, which to our surprise was driven by Jack Wolf, to take us to our Alma Mater, Woodward. Thinking that perhaps Miss Miller could tell us some gossip about our classmates, we decided to visit her. And gossip she did! We were informed that James Elliott was contentedly living at the White House as the youngest president of the United States, and with him was his wife, the former Florence Glow. His cabinet was composed of some of the prominent members of our class. Joseph J udis was Secretary of State, Loyal Huffman was Secretary of Treasury, Florence Simpson, the first woman Secretary of Cooking, and Byron Hass, Secretary of Aviation. We learned, too, that Daniel Hersey was the candidate of the Prohibition Party for mayor of Toledo. He had selected Edith Hartford as chairman of his Electioneering Committee, and her aides were Alice Henry and Lucile Woodrich. We chatted for a while about old times and then left to be piloted by Rolland Adams to Holt's Lunch Room where we dined. We found Virginia Trautman operating the place with Gertrude Gacinski and Deborah Grammer acting as cash- iers. Walter Goldberg was the headwaiter who had employed as assistants David Hoobler and Henry Mackowiak. Among those seated at the tables we discerned Cyrus Jaffe, Louis Klappich, and Philip Kimmelman earnestly discussing the chances of the Go-Get-Em Party which, headed by Norman Silverman, wished to continue its sway of power. We found that we were seated in Frick's Easy Chairs and ate food cooked by Reuben Soldinger, who had become one of those perfect chefs with a huge mustache which he kept perfect by waxing every half hour. I picked up a newspaper entitled Daily Spasm and, of course, the staff was headed by none other than Russell Fisher. An exciting headline which drew my attention told me that Philip Rubin, the inventor of the Audio-Visiograph, had arrived in Toledo where he was sched- uled to speak in Baim's Hall. All arrangements had been made by Goldye Barry, who had become one of the leading society women of that city. She was passionately devoted to the idea of securing a home for stray cats and dogs where she hopes to teach them to live together peacefully. On the way to the lunch room we had stopped at a news stand, operated by Founty Seaton, where Mrs. Molik secured a Physical Culture Magazine. On the cover a pic- ture of Helen Ayling, demonstrating before and after eating Haskell's Health Yeast, attracted our attention. Leafing through the pages we found that Marie Hummon and Mabel Hendy held prominent positions as staff writers for this publication. Our peaceful reminiscences were suddenly shattered by the shrill screams of some women and children. Rushing out we saw billows of smoke issuing from the burning Quigg Brothers' Apartments. Carl Quigg was standing in front of the building watching it slowly being razed. Later he went to his office where he tried to com- pose a telegram to inform his brother Le Roy of the day's event. Le Roy was touring Europe with his wife, the for- mer Clotile Rains. To our horror we saw Ida Gelman surrounded by five kiddies standing on a balcony waiting for some rescuers. Around the corner dashed a fire engine manned by Marjorie Houghtell, Irene Fritz, Erna Heinisch, Shirley Kaplan, and Dorothy Carrel. Their cry was Stand back! Women and children Hrst! They were aided by Mil- ton Aellig, a policeman, who streched ropes about and qui- eted the crowds in a most amazing fashion. The rescue was completed in a few minutes and the crowd vanished as quickly as it had collected. We decided to walk about for a while to see if we would meet anyone else. Sure enough! We were stupified to hear and see Ralph Gale, a regular Beau Brummel in school, now a rag-picker shouting his wares as he drove along the streets in a disre- putable old wagon. We saw a championship heavy-weight title fight advertised on a billboard. Herbert Powder, alias Dynamite, was to fight Harry Czubek known as Pee-wee. The fight officials were Jerome Sieczkowski and Bernard Shilling. The radio announcer, Martin J ankowski, had been secured from New York because of his international fame as the successor to Graham McNamee. A large crowd was expected because members of the '31 graduating class of Woodward High School had wired from everywhere to secure tickets to see their classmates, the two fighters, battle it out. Louis Axonovitz, the steel magnate, had wired his order for fifty-two reserved seats for a party of friends. Dale Richard and Aaron Moore, two world-famous musicians who recently gave a series of concerts at the Opera House in Paris, had also reserved seats for a party of fellow musicians. We were so interested that time slipped by unnoticed, and we were long overdue at the yacht. We found that the captain had hired a few new members for the crew. These new members were Sam Baum, Leonard Eisler, Morris Siegmann, who had started out to walk around the world, but who were now glad to accept an easier method of globe trotting. We started off. We soon docked in New York Harbor. We were sur- prised to find a large number of classmates in the great metropolis. Strolling along Wall Street we saw Gordon Roth, a street cleaner, and Edmund Skrzynecki, a weather prophet, discussing Myer Weinman's latest invention. The opinion seemed to be that it was a godsend, for a man had only to put a quarter in the slot, insert his head in the ma- chine, and---presto, he had as smooth a shave as one could desire. We took a few more steps and saw another machine,