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

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In our Freshman year thirty new members were added to our class. Those from Cairo were: Wilma Anderson, Romaine Cerdeman, Janice Houston, Ada Jones, Dorothy Moyers, Marilyn McKinley, Irene Rasor, Julia Sandy, Mary Schindler, Phyllis Siefker, Robert Foltz, Donald Kiracofe, Danny Lamb, Cody Miller, and Robert Thomas. From St. Anthony came Alice Birk- emeyer, Jeannette Hermiller, Rosemary Meyer, Jean- nette Meyer, Julie Schroeder, Norma Schroeder, Doris Stechschulte, Marietta Warnecke, Virgil Fuerst, Donald Karcher, Eugene Maag, Thomas Reed, Karl Stech- schulte, Robert Schroeder, Paul Meyer, and Charles Ruen. Beverly Scheidemantle came to our class from Oceanside, California, and from South High in Lima came Mary Marks. However, we lost six of these pupils: Virgil Fuerst, Donald Karcher, Paul Meyer, Charles Ruen, Dick Benroth, and Patricia Burkholder. Class officers for the year were: Cody Miller, President, Jimmy Dale Fruchey, Vice-President, Betty Lou Huber, Secretary, and Bob Foltz, Treasurer. Another step is taken by the class of '50 when we enter the tenth grade. One high-light of this eventful year was the buying and receiving of our class rings. This was the first time that sophomores were allowed to purchase and receive rings. Our class officers were: President, Jimmie Dale Fruchey, Vice-President, Bob Foltz: Secretary, Richard Burkholder, and Treasurer, Julia Sandy. At the beginning of the year Marilyn Mc- Kinley moved and throughout the rest of this year we lost Bob Thomas, Jim Lusk, Joe Wiswasser, Betty Busick and Norma Myers. However, we added Joe Verhoff and Dennis Hoyt. I wonder how many re- member the party at the swimming pool. Do you re- call the one group who put some of the food in their car? Not only did they eat with the rest of us but went back later and had a party all of their own. The class of '50 started their Junior year Sept. 6, 1948. The class consisted of 27 boys and 29 girls, all of whom led very busy lives during those days. Our Junior Play, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer was a great success. We presented a style show chapel, in which the boys modeled girls clothing. It is really surprising just what the boys can do. Imagine Cody Miller in in a Cheerleader's dress. This year we gave the prom called the Stork Club. The long hours we spent working on it will be remembered by all. The Chemistry room was a good place to be if you wanted lots of excitement. Ed Radabaugh almost cut off his finger and Tom Cettman tried burning down the building by throwing a lighted match in the waste basket. The seniors came back to school with 51 members. After 2 weeks had lapsed Jeannette Clark decided she preferred Columbus Grove to Van Buren. Mary Marks left our ranks so we still march on to the finish line with 51 members. In the beginning of the football season the seniors sold candy, hot dogs, and coffee at the games. They also sold candy at noon hour. We also had a magazine campaign headed by two captains, Dorna Watkins and Gladys Wootton. On October the twelfth the seniors had pictures taken. During the Thanksgiving vacation the Seniors held a dance with Leonard Klausings' Orchestra. The Seniors gave their class play, A Case of Springtime. This memorable year will long be remembered as one of firm friendships and happy hours. Our school days will forever be treasured when other experiences are long forgotten. We, as members of the class of '50, hope that in the future we have as many good times and accomplish as much as we did during our school days at C. G. H. S. PROP!-IECY Zoom l ll Zoom l ll What was that? Oh, this is the day for the class reunion of 1950, and there they go in their rocket ships. Just think-ten years have gone by and look at the changes that have taken place. Let's hurry down to good ole' C. C. H. S. and see all the old familiar faces. Yes, it is a joyous occasion for us to unite once more, here where we received our diplomas ten years ago. For instance, we see Rosemary Meyer arriving in Co- lumbus Grove by means of her air ship from Washing- ton, D.C. She surely has gone up in the world since we graduated for we hear that she is now the private secretary to the President of the United States. My, we certainly are having celebrities here tonight at the banquet, for the Tiny's Tims Orchestra is now on the stage setting up their stands and instruments. They certainly are renowned in the large New York night club world. You surely haven't forgotten its members, have you? Of course not. Why, Tom Gettman, Jimmie Dale Fruchey, and Ed Radabaugh will always be associated among our high school memos as aspiring young members of the Tiny's Tims Band. Others that have made good in New York are Phyllis Siefker and Julie Schroeder, two of Power's models, while Betty Lou Huber models clothes for girls who aer only five feet or under. We see she hasn't added any to her height. Let's travel up to the roof of the school building. That statement might have sounded funny ten years ago, but the roof is now the helicopters' landing ground. We see Julia Sandy and Jeannette Clark alighting from the same ship. We now know why this is . . . Julia sings in the Metropolitan Opera, while Jeannette is near by in a night club playing boogies which are her own compositions. Remember when she used to entertain us in our spare time-when we had any. It certainly is good to see the old crowd again, isn't it? We hear that Beverly Scheidemantle is now official court stenographer at Cleveland's Municipal Court. As we move over to this side of the room, we hear her ask- ing Judge Roger Core how Bob Basinger's case has been decided. State Patrolman Lowell Forbes arrested Bob after he had taken a curve going 70 m.p.h. Bob probably thought that he was on a race track at Indian- apolis Derby, where he has made many appearances. -24.-

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HISTORY Ol' THE CLASS OF 1950 My friends and class mates, we have come to the parting of the ways and like the two-faced Greek God, Janus, who looked both to the past and to the future, we, too, are looking backward and forward. As we look backward upon the happy days of school life which will always be rich in our collection of treasured memories, our minds are crowded with scenes of yesteryear, scenes that will always be cherished as important milestones in the long strides which take us down the road of Life. Among those scenes, preposterous, mirthful, and sor- rowful though they be, the ones that have established themselves most firmly in the deep recesses of our minds are the ones that we wish to bestow as revered thoughts in this, our Book of Memoirs. Our first recollection of school life was viewing a sea of frightened faces that were distorted by horrible thoughts of a grim domineering teacher. But contrary to thought, Mrs. Burkham and Miss Ruth McComb did not shape themselves to these conceptions. We 42 boys and girls do not remember much about our first year of school except that Mrs. Radabaugh brought Ed to school. We were so frightened of the older students that we did not care whether or not we came back to school each succeeding day. The members of our class were as follows: Fred- erick Ball, Robert Basinger, Dennis Billingsley, Roger Core, Frederick Culp, Jimmie Dale Fruchey, Tom Gett- man, Paul Irwin, George Lusk, Edward Radabaugh, Marvin Risser, Richard Rogers, Carl Seargoss, Junior Shinaberry, Norman Smith, Jack Sisson, Richard Wag- ner Gene Wood, Dwight Amstutz, Junior Busick, Lester Busick, Jack Core, Lowell Forbes, Jack Dunbar, Ted Fruchey, James Krontz, Betty Busick, Dortha Epley, Myrtle Fetheringill, Marilyn Herman, Marilyn Kemp, Joan Mayberry, Betty Ramsey, Mary Reeder, Barbara Wilson, Gladys Wootton, Marilyn Amstutz, Mary Elliot, Carol Jean Lawrence, Phyllis Lentz, Dorothy Martz, and Betty Lou Huber. We started the second grade with Miss Ruth Mc- Comb, now Mrs. George Niemi, as our teacher, with an enrollment of 16 girls and 22 boys. It seems that the girls were outnumbered. But we do remember the long stockings that were so much trouble, although we remedied the situation somewhat by rolling them down when we got to school in the morning and then rolling them up when we went home at night. Oh, yes, we managed that situ- ation quite easily. Carrying out the fact that women constitute the stronger sex, Joan Mayberry often indulged in the en- ergetic sport of knocking George Lusk down. None of us girls were muscle bound in those days! By this time 39 of us had moved on to the third grade, where Miss Wava Kurtz was our teacher. Dur- ing this year Carol Miessler joined our class and we lost Leila Shiek, Barbara Wilson, and Romana Vien- cient. -23-. Miss Rettig was our fourth grade teacher. Fred Bail who was quite small compared with the rest of us, was always the little boy, fwhen we played housej. One new pupil, Ruth Ann Miller, came to us from Belmore. As fifth graders we were pretty mischievous. There were 18 girls and 24 boys in the class. Miss Killen started our class and then entered the service. Mrs. Lichty from Pandora took the position but left to teach the second grade. Mr. Hawk, as our teacher, finished the year with us. Let's see now, marching on to the sixth grade, who would come first in our thoughts? The teacher, of course. She was Mrs. Helen Ridgeway. Naturally, the ones who parted from us would be next in our thoughts. They were Glenn Dukes, Charles Joseph, and Don Thornton. One new member, Dorna Watkins, joined us during this year. Remember all the fights we had? The whole class was divided into two groups throughout the whole year, Marilyn Herman and Betty Lou Huber captaining one side and Joan Mayberry the other. The last day of school is one that will be long-remembered, too. The party at Joe Wiswasser's home was a lot of fun. We enjoyed walking the two miles to his home, but I think we enjoyed more swinging from one haymow to the other in his bam. We thought there was going to be a tragedy when Phyllis Lentz fell, but she didn't hurt herself. At last one of our big dreams is fulfilled, we got to go upstairs as seventh graders. Our first couple of weeks in the high school were nightmares because we were so lost in the maze of halls that constitute our high school and so frightened of the upperclassmen that we quaked in our shoes every time one of them was near. We were under the tutelage of Jeannette Anderson for the first semester during which time we had a Halloween party at Marilyn Amstutz's. Some of the romances that sprang up then were quite surprising. There was Marilyn Amstutz and Dick Benroth, Gladys Wootton and Jim Lusk, Dorna Watkins and Norman. Smith. We probably were a little young but we didn't think so at the time. After our first semester was over we lost. Mrs. Anderson and were taught for the remain- der of the year by Miss Jean Core. We must have been little red satans that year because we trod a well- worn path to the office. But in the summer after we were out of the seventh grade we lost one of our classmates in an automobile accident. Carol Miessler lost her life in a collision with another car. Our eighth grade was not too eventful a year, although we enjoyed putting on a chapel program. That was the year when the girls had the boys stumped with their famous B. O. F. Club. The boys just couldn't guess what the initials meant. During the course of this year we lost Fred Ball and Carl Betts and gained Jeannette Clark.

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As we wonder about some of our other class mates, we see Ada jones approaching us with the news that the banquet is about to begin. She says she now has il little dress shop uptown, where she is designing and making clothes for her elite tr'ade. On the way to the auditorium, we hear a couple of women laughing and talking, and soon recognize them as none other than Betty Ramsey and Jeannette Meyer. These two have indulged in the same type of career- the grocery business. Their vocation was chosen when they became interested in Betty's market on the Lima Roadg now they have a thriving partnership. To make the load easier they have turned all the bookkeeping and financial problems to Alice Birkemeyer. Pushing a button, pronto, we find ourselves gazing at a long table in the auditorium. The music has begun, so we quickly find seats. Who is that up there starting to make a speech? Is-is that Dick Wagner? Norma Schroeder is leaning across the table telling us that Dick is with the F.B.I. in Columbus. She should know, for she works across the street from Mr. Wagner as the private secretary to the governor. We always knew her career would be stenography. Dick has certainly risen in the world-from the Senior Class presidency to his present job. Richard is now introducing, as though we had for- gotten, George Lusk, who we learn is a second John Barrymore in Hollywood. Jim Krontz, who is seated across the table from us, tells us that he is manager of the Borden Dairy Company. When we asked him about some of our classmates that are still residing in or around Columbus Grove, we learn that Gene Maag has a neat-looking 200 acre farm, and that Gene lohn- son has a cattle farm. Norman Smith has taken over his father's fertilizer business. Among the other prom- inent farmers of our community we learn that Gene Schumaker and his family reside on a farm between Grove and Vaughnsvilleg that Karl Schumacher is still a bachelor but as a sideline to farming he is the auc- tioneer at the sale barn on Fridays. There's your chance, those of you who haven't joined the ranks of holy matrimony. As we glance further down the long table, we see Marilyn Amstutz Benroth conversing with Dorothy Moyers Theis. While we are here with them, we learn that two of our classmates have taken up the teaching profession. Carol Jean Lawrence is doing a fine job with the first graders here at C. G. H.S., while Mary Schind- ler, teaching mathematics, enjoys the new section of the building. There is quite a disturbance behind us, and turning around, we see Joe Verhoff just coming into the room. He must have had to work a little over time tonight, for you see, he has taken over the Verhoff Lumber Company, after his father made his first million. With the start joe has, he ought to have his million before he is forty. But let us find out something about the fair city of Cairo. Donald Kiracofe is seated beside us and he tells us that he is now parading its streets as constable. As we interview him, we also leam that Cody has taken over the Miller Garage and has employed Wilma An- derson as his bookkeeper. By the way, Wilma has also succeeded in getting the title of Mrs. Miller. Ah, the food is now being served to us, so let us take our place at the table once more. As we settle down, and let our minds wander back to the days when other activities took place on this famous floor, we are brought back to reality when Ted Fruchey asks if we have made the rounds of all our classmates. We tell him that we have had an opportunity to see only about half, and then we learn that every last one is present here tonight. My, what a memorable evening this will bel Ted tells us that he has settled down in a nice little home and is running his own farm repair shop. He informs us that Donald Lammers is in the service station business as co-owner of the Standard Oil Co. As we are enjoying the food placed before us and remember the banquets of our high school days, Gladys Wootton is introduced as the dramatic teacher at Bluf- fton College. Afterwards she inspires us with some happenings in the past ten years. We quote her, just a few days ago when I was shopping in Lima. I happened to notice a window with the sign Foltz Insurance Company. Interested, I stepped into the office and saw none other than Bob Foltz behind the desk looking very businesslike. At his right was Mary Reeder, who is his chief stenographer. Dortha Epley is now pulling up a chair beside us, and from her we leam that she is a stenographer in a large business firm in Toledo. We ask her if she can inform us about the section of the class that we have missed. Since she does not reside in this vicinity at the present, she knows little about our old classmates, but she does mention that she met Marietta Warnecke not long ago and found out that she operates May's Danc- ing School for Girls. As we glance down the table, we see May flashing us her sweet smile acknowledging our presence. In too short a time the meal is over and we see rush- ing towards us Joan Mayberry, R.N., from whom we learn that Marilyn Herman is head nurse at Memorial Hospital. My, if any of us should become ill we know where to find two Florence Nightingales to nurse us. Did you read in the Vidette Times the other day that Dennis Hoyt is out of the navy and back to mixing chemicals. We wonder what kind of a bomb he'll pro- duce nextl There was also an article about Karl Stech- schulte which said that Karl had obtained his Master's Degree in Engineering and was about to take the posi- tion as Engineering Instructor in Phoenix University in Arizona. We knew that he would achieve his am- bition someday. As we move around the room, we meet Doris Stech- schulte, bubbling over with personality, as usual. She is head social worker at the Hull House in Chicago. And there's Doma Watkins. We are told of her work at a hospital in California, where her husband is with an engineering finn. She is proud of the R.N. after her name and we can duly say that she would be an efficient angel in white. We now prepare to leave our never forgotten school, and venture outside where our helicopter is waiting. -25-