Buchtel High School - Griffin Yearbook (Akron, OH)

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. i wvsalaanu Ms: .xdncg .gn we jufure Fifteen long years ago, the biggest problem in the life of young Har- old Colley, was how he could talk Mother into that ice cream cone with- out the subject of how it would ruin his appetite coming up. Yet here it is, thirty years later, H. C. Colley is worrying about how to save Colley's Colossal Circus from the hands of Killer Iohn Kiel and his gang. Killer Kiel holds the mortgage on the old homestead and unless the circus pays up. the entire cast is doomed. As Leno Alessio jumps around on his vaulting pole filling the giraffes with some of Dick San- ford's special brew, Harold Schneider is running around scaring every- one with his Chhettl Butler CUJ accent. After the old one f The show must go on routine,l I retired to my seat in the bleachers and none too soon: Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ladies and Gents! Our first act of the afternoon will be that of Tom Froelich, who will drive his famed struggle buggy through a circle of flames .... fThat is, if he can start itl Spreading the flames and still going around in circles is Howard Reed while inside is Betty George doing her hip haway rumba. enough to make anything burn. To the right of this act is Bob Turney, being shot from a cannon Cgov- ernment surplusl: quotes this thrilling man This is the quickest way to Pat Handley .... and no passport needed. Taking my eyes off the act for a minute, I see Bob Hile is sweeping the steps .... KI think he did want to be some kind of a custodian back in '48J Bradley Peters is busy snapping all the pictures of the celebri- ties . . . ah! but what's this? The little man is saying words . . . . oh yes. he forgot to open the shutters again. Here comes the Grand March! Leading it is Boss Laibe with his U. S. Amiy private's patch still shining on his sleeve with high stepping Mary Highfield right in step behind him. Behind them is head clown and laugh-getter, Paul Gauder lah, yes! there are good laughs tonight? with his companions, Dick Hoffman, Bill Oates and Alex Velikoff. Still head of the monkey business is Don Davidson, see him? KNO, that's Don on the left! Only now he's said to have some of the cutest monkeys ever found in Africa. Atop a horse in those spangled tights, is Carolyn Sandels. Following along behind is Al Ferrise playing the calliope in tune to Elizabeth Garver who is singing Bill Estes' lyrics to Beethoven's Fifth , Bill was the master-mind behind all those singing commercials at B. H. S. The funniest of all the clowns is Bob Harpham with the biggest feet I have ever seen. At the end of the parade is Noel McLane, who has what it takes to make anyone follow. fThe exercises finally worked!! Smoking in the outer lobby only, please. This call tells me it's inter- mission time and so I wander down the midway. Booths to the right of me, booths to the left of me, into the aisles of the unknown, walk all suckers. First wonder of this new and strange world of mystery is Meme Ekus who can make a day last 54 hours and yet the poor girl still doesn't find time to sleep. The only secretary to balance successfully on the boss's knee is Mil- dred Mueller, while to my wondering eyes appears Ioe Zutty, the only boy in the class of '46 that remained a bachelor, strange as it seems. On the other hand is Harold Frease, next door, who is surrounded by his harem fThey just couldn't refuse his little trick with the rubber ballh. Feeling in the need of some light refreshment. I stopped at Harold Talisman's Pickle in the Middle and Mustard on the Top Shoppie and while there I was served by the cutest waitress Cwith a well developed . . . . personalityj, Kathy Koehler. Traveling on down the rocky path I heard the call: For one thin dime, see Jesse Haynes, the richest man on earth, who has to dig through his money to find his bed and shouting this ever so loudly is poor man Iim Smith. Deciding that I would rather spend my money at the wedding of Iackie Sherman and THE Louis Prima, I turned the cor- ner and bumped smack into Mr. and Mrs. Harvey Ekus, the former Betty Bloom. lContinued on Page BD .,.. ....,,. .,,. H... . .5-Kf r ' V ' C t 1 V'

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.14 jypica enior 1!Il2eL-env! By Iean Motz AT THE LOCKER-Ah, the institution ot the locker. A place to make a date, break a date, hear the latest, tell the latest, meet a friend and incidental- ly you also keep your coat and books there. These seniors illustrate our point, as they hold a confer- ence on week-end plans. AH! SWEET SLUMBER-Someday I hope to Write a book on Why a slumber party should not be called a slumber party. Slumber parties include cokes, potato chips, ham sandwiches on rye with mus- tard, dancing, chatter and bull sessions but NOT SLUMBEB! Let there be an end to this constant deception. SATURDAY AFTERNOON- How would I like to clean up the back yard or tix up the old jalop? How would I like to jump off the empire state building? Why don't parents just tell you to do these nasty chores instead of asking you if you'd like to. The temptation to be truthful is too great. AT A FORMAL DANCE-Hubba, Hubba. This is what Saturday nites Were made for. It's not that we don't love the Hit Parade but I prefer moon- light, soft music, and a formal-thank you. And if you think I Worked hard for this date- you're right!! 9 T5 ,if .QM Qs ee gs. lf, r:::g'.M 9 ' f 'P ffxzf. 'X X, '