Columbus Grove High School - Col Gro Yearbook (Columbus Grove, OH)

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IPIRDIPIHIECEY Friend Bob: To my Florida cottage who should appear this A. M. but two old classmates, Monie Lou Donaldson and Ethel Gerdeman. They had heard of my being Mrs. Florida of 1959, so decided to take a vacation and come down to congratulate me. Sitting here reminiscing this lovely moonlight evening, they were relating their experiences of the day before. They had been to the charity fair given by the S-eniors of '49 to benefit the aged and crippled -teachers. After seeing what we had did to them they decided is was only fair. Now, as they describe this very gala affair, I can see very vividly the brightly colored booths and all our classmates trekking up and down the midway feeling proud of themselves for their achievement As you know Monie Lou is the first grade teacher at our dear Alma Mater, and Ethel has won for herself the title of Model Secretary. Now to get on with the description of this histori- cal event. As they went into the school building John Lugibill was passing out cigars. You see John is the newly elected President of the United States. Inside the building were rows of gayly festooned booths. , As they walked down the midway the first booth they came to was Alvin Schroeder's and Cletus Schumacher's They had on exhibition their national prize-winning hogs and steers. Walking on a little farther they met Gail Brenneman, a very success- ful traveling saliesman. They chatted awhile about old friends. He told them that he had just bought one of Raymond Goedde's new three-way cars. They can be used as autos, boats, or airplanes. The next booth was one of great beauty, for Urban Maag had displayed his talent for design- ing pink, green and orchid, bathrooms for movie stars. Let's hope that after they see them they won't become shooting stars. Right next to Urban's was another cleverly displayed booth of bricks and also all types of shoes. Since Bob Maag has two jobs, it made necessary the double display. One booth was devoted entirely to medical demon- stration. There is where they found Patty Lamb who has become equally as well-known as Sister Kenny. She has proved the theory that romance, in spite of a career, may exist when 'women are over 25. Joan Trice was in this booth also, for she recently received the Nobel Prize for a great medical discovery fHow to take the swelling out of a jammed finger.J Dr. Alan Henderson, who has just finished his medical training, told them that Patricia Shook, R. N. and Mary Kurber, R. N. couldn't get away long enough to attend the fair, as they are kept busy as superintendents of nurses in Mercy and St. Joseph's Hospitals, respectively. In the same booth, standing by his display was Charles Tack Hammer, who is the ambulance driver in the fair city of Columbus Grove. Tack has made quite a name for himself by inventing the new Ford Ambulance and Hearse --non-stop non-slide non-nothing. This young lad boasts of the money he saves his customers. He can make two trips in one, since in most cases QI'm sorry to sayj die before the hospital is reached. The next booth in line was that of Richard William's plumb-ing exhibit. He is very prosperous and lives at Sunset Blvd., Lima. From him they learned that his old pal, Paul Altstaetter, now owns his own toot-toot train and also part of the B and O railroad. Also in this booth was a display of many dresses which ware designed by Ruth Diller who made all her money in New' York City. Along with her was Ruth Arn, a designer of frocks for all occasions, who discovered a way to dress in one second, with a nose powdering thrown in for good measure. This device is to save mankind from having to wait for their ladies to get ready. After going through this booth, they decided to walk down the midway a little more, and whom should they meet, but Robert Palte, Mayor the Great, of Columbus Grove. He told them that Madame Marjorie Jenning is now making her debut in the Metropolitan Opera House in his town. He also told them that James Kohli now runs his own little barbershop, where many of the Senior boys of 1950 spend their spare time. Walking a little farther, a very striking booth stood before them. In it was John Stechschulte, who had displayed his most recent invention--it is said to be even more destructive than the atom bomb. He is also trying to get the Bureau of Standards to change their measurements so they will be more accurate. Can you imagine whom they met just as they left John's booth? There they beheld two of our old- maid school teachers, Helen Diller, who teaches music at Lima, and Clarice Basinger, who teaches English. They told them that during the noon hour, they conduct a special class, How to Get Your Man and Keep Him. They .informed them that Eleanor Hoffman is doing three jobs at one time--teaching piano lessons, singing and also a married woman.

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IHIISTVCDIRIY What a priceless jewel has been given to all- MEMORY. It may be stored away in some tiny, in- significant nook, some old, faded diary, or perhaps it maybe just a pressed and crumbling petal, but the mind in 'its unfathomable and miraculous way takes the scattered fragments, and, with one swift stroke, brushes all cobwebs of time away, leaving a reborn and familiar scene of yesteryear. I have only to reminisce for a fleeting moment to be pervaded with memoirs of dear old Alma Mater. What an accumulation I seem to have made in twelve years. Of the hilarious, heart breaking, breath tak- ing, and absurd, there are those which have made such an impression, that I' find occasion-time after time-to recall them. To this day, I never eat rice or stewed carrots, but that I think of the third grade and our teacher, Miss Dorothy Maynard. One noon she treated us to the privilege of cooking our dinner on an electric hot plate. The menu was to be stewed carrots and cook- ed rice, topped with a wild concoction of fudge, poured into an empty egg shell-the results were scorched carrots, three or four victims choking on egg shells, and thirty-six hungry stomaches. John Lugibill started out qui-te young charming the fairer sex-to be exact, 'twas in the fourth grade. After breaking his right arm, he hypnotized Betty Ven Demark into writing all his lessons for him. John definitely wasn't left-handed. We remember the janitor coming into the sixth grade room to measure a seat for a newly arrived classmate, Richard Baxter. The first day we ventured into Junior High and peeked cautiously into the horrible, much-heard- about office is one we'll never forget. To the mice who, in our eighth grade year, built a snug nest under the piano in study hall, we owe many a forty-Hve minutes of entertainment. Our Freshman class underwent quite a remark- able change when it acquired twenty-four new faces from Cairo and Columbus Grove Parochial Schools. Those among the newcomers were as follows: Car- olyn Anderson, Beaverdamg Ruth Basinger, Blanch- ard, Carol Jones, Kalidag Bernice Mills, Dalinos, California, Richard Hoffman, Waverly, Ohio, Torn Kaple, St. John's, Limag Ethel Gerdeman, Darlene Bok, Ilene Lackey, Patty Lamb, Paul Altstaetter, Gail Brenneman, Merlin Cattell, Bob Wert, Cairo, Edna Mae Hermiller, Dorothy Karcher, Mary Kurb- er, Mary Bertha Knott, Ruth Ann Steckschulte, Bill Alt, Bob Maag, Urban Maag, Bob Palte, Alvin Schroeder, Donald Schroeder, Cletus Schumacher, John Steckschulte, James Steckschulte, St. Anthony. With a chuckle we recall our Freshman skating party, when Mr. Shank our sponsor, fell while trying to imitate Mr. Shook's neat figure eight. I can still visualize the turmoil and anxiety the day Pat Shook fainted in Mrs. Now's Freshman Eng- lish class-that we were reading Scott's Lady of the Lake had nothing to do with the incident. Misfortune and sorrow fell upon the Sophmore class of '47 when its president, Ervin Roberts, pass- ed away. Our Junior year was crammed with happenings, but the two brightest high lights were Junior class play and the prom. The night of the play, one of the stage managers found that the chicken leg Clar- ice, Basinger was supposed to eat, had been slightly molested by a mousief . No one mentioned a word to Clarice, and to this clay she is in perfect health. The word prom recalls hopeful girls and bashful boys, the mad scramble to finish decorations, the last minute leak in the Juniors' genius water fountain, the nervous toastmaster, class president, and speak- ers. Despite all before-hand difficulties and wor- ries, a lot of romantically exotic things happened in the old gym that night. We in the chemistry lab made the odors in the corridors a little more strongly pronounced than any other preceeding class. Betty Jenkins tried to rid the school of us one morning by starting a big ex- plosion in lab. She only succeeded in singeing her hair and eye-brows. From Lima Central High came Charles Hammer to join us in our senior year. We'll miss Mr. Smfth's clever jokes, the world's series ball games we heard in study-hall, Mr. Shook and his love for the Democrats, the tick of the old clock in study hall and the protesting groan fits ancient Hours, the diversion from studies caused by chapels and fire drills, Mr. Burson's numerous bright ties, the bells, Mrs. L:nk's fascinating jewelry, the janitors, who always had a cheerful smile or word, selling potato chips and candy at noons, the lockers that have sheltered our personals and battered books for four years, the feeling of pride and victory after winning a school ball game, the friendships that we've known, the proverbs we read in study halls that gave us bits of wisdom, the pep meetings, and most of all we'll miss you, dear Alma Mater,-You, so staunch, who have been a bulwark to us all for twelve years. We bid you farewell! -Eleanor Hoffman.

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PHOPI-IECY The next booth they came to was a complete ex- hibit of all essential necessities for efficient sec- retaries. Mary Knott happened to be on a vacation to revive her mind from her job as bookkeeper and stenographer of J. Edgar Hoover, F. B. I. Dolores Nichols who is still pretty as she was ten yeas ago, is now a private secretary for the president of the Marshall Fields Co., in Chicago. From her they learned that her ole gal friend is living at the edge of tovsm with a small family of two dogs and a cow, lplus one husbandl. Who? Why, Carol Jones, of course. In the next booth, there was a great variety of exhibitions. The first one they noticed 'was a sew- ing machine which Wylie Rose Lusk, owner of the Singer Sewing Co., had brought for display. Beside this was super-duper chocolate marshmallow sundae, as Goldie Marks now makes in her restaurant in Chicago. Does anyone need a new hair-do or beauty facial??'! If so, come in, for Betty Lou Jenkins has come to demonstrate on those that do, since she has her own beauty college in Cleveland. Gene Darbyshire also had displayed some television tubes, but he had to keep close watch on them to prevent them from bursting since he has been unable to find a method to prevent this while working at Sylvania Products Co. in Ottawa. County Health Booth revealed Darlene Bok as county health nurse. Tom Kaple had a display of food from his super market on North Main Street. Edna Mae Hermiller was giving a few pointers in salesmenship to pass- ersby. Her regular job is clering in the women's department at the Leader Store in Lima. As they were going home, they passed Dorothy Karcher's dance hall, where only people her own age may go. She serves orange pop as the strong- est drink. As they were leaving they also saw a billboard advertising the new picture Wendy's Last Love in which Ruth Basinger is starring. Did you see in your newspaper where Eleets Yram QMary Steele spelled backwardsj, now a famous poet, is touring the country giving lectures on How To Become a Poet in Ten Easy Lessons, and also where James Stechschulte's a photographer for Life Magazine. But he deals only with Models. That takes care of about all of our friends but you. We heard that you were still struggling to become a Seaman First Class by pushing a scrub brush. '- Don't lose your courage, you will make it. So long for now. Write soon. Three Jolly Classmates of '49 Monie Lou, Pat and Ethel