East Canton High School - Echo Yearbook (East Canton, OH)

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 March 12, New Orleans. Yes siree bob ! ! ! You should see this joint ! ! ! WOW ! ! ! What a time. The Mardi Gras is jist gitten inter full swing. What a gay affair this is, we had a joyus time today, dancin’ and singin in the streets. We danced all night too, all through the city and around 3 er’clock in the mornin’. we seen a familiar person standin’ on a pier with binoculars. When he approached him we seed it wuz Dale (LOVER-BOY) Miller. We chatted a spell and ast him what he wus a doin’. It seems that the Shrimp Boats wuz due in that mornin’ and it was hiz job to let the wimmin folk know it. He mentioned that Barbara Dick and Marianne Doll had a fish cleanin’ place close by where they cleaned the fish fer commercial fishermen fer a very reasonable price. But bein’ it wasn’t even light yet they wasn’t around. As we walked away, from outer the night stillness come Miller’s melodius voice, a’screechin, “Shrimp Boats.” So I guess he seen em comin. March 16, Louisville. Ky. The land of beautiful horses and “The Blue Grass of Kintucky.” The only reason we stopped here wuz because Bill Kroft, the jockey, wuz a’ridin’ “NEVER BEFORE” in the Kentucky Derby at Churchill Downs the next day. The horse got its name because it ain’t never before won a race. Bein it wuz a 20-1 shot I gambled 2 bucks. Well, the horse didn’t win. but he come in 2nd and I got $18.80 place money. March 19, Cincinnati. Ohio. Back in good old Ohio after 14 years away. Oh, by the way, befer I ferget, on the ferry from Louisville I seen Bertha Barnes. Seems she owns the ferry boat lines. The fust thing we did wuz to see the good old Cincinnati Reds play that afternoon at Crosley field. Yessir, baseball—Reds vs Giants. Pitchin for the Reds today—Paul “Spit- ball” Morse and on the mound for the Giants “Rapid” Raymond Henderson Yessir, a real battle !! The Giants won out with a two run rally in the 7th inning, finishing ahead 4-2. March 20. Columbus. Ohio. We stopped off here becuz “JARRIN” Janice Glantzer wuz wrestling tonight against “MIGHTY” Mary. The Masked Marvel. March 22. East Canton. Ohio Home at last after 14 years and a 4,000 mile trip. I found most of my classmates that I missed on my trip around home here. Fer instance. Greg Beck is chief Brownie at Stark Brick, and Mary Nimon is a butcher at Kress’s I. G. A. Another surprise I got wuz that Phil Linerode had taken over Myers Son Funeral Home. It is now called Linerode’s Mortuary—his slogan is—You calm em! We embalm em” or You stab em! We slab em! I wuz readin today’s paper and I see where Senator Bill Lane is speakin in Canton, and the most important news item wuz an announcement that the Pumpemickle Packers and Producers Union, Local 109, had chosen Marion Finney as Miss Pumpemickle Packer of 1968. Well that’s all of my classmates. So I’ll end this spiel now. P. S. In case you are wondering—I sold the Model “A” in Denver fer 15 bucks. P. P. S. TO ALL UNDERCLASSMEN! Please excuse the above manuscript, but I had to write a Prophecy and this is it. Well, I guess we all have to go sometime, its just that some of us go sooner than others! FAREWELL. Dick Poth Olga Momirov, Asst.

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Zettiax January 6. Death Valley. Calif. My story starts bright and early on a beautiful Monday morning. I had jist come in from a feedin’ the hogs when our mailman. Mule Skinner Maggie, (Margaret Lotz, an old classmate of mine) comes a drivin’ up in her Mule Train with a special delivery letter fer me. Maggie came in and set a spell with me and Ma. bein’ the fust time Maggie’d been to see us in nigh on to 6 months. After eatin’ our cornbread and drinkin' our sassyfras tea, I passed the wimmin folk each a plug of terbaccy and took one fer myself, of course. Then I settled down to read the letter. It was from ma Uncle Jud who lived back in Ohio. He wanted to know if me and ma would come and visit him, cuz Aunt Matildy had died bout a year ago and he was gittin’ mighty lonesome. He even sent me train fare to git as far as Denver. He said I’d have to find my own way from there. So next morning, me and ma took the sixteen kids over to mu cuzin Luke's and bid farewell to our neighbors We hitched up the mules and headed for Las Vegas where we were to git the train. February 11. Las Vegas. Nevada. Four weeks and eighty miles later we arrived in Las Vegas. On our way to the station who should we meet up with, but Floyd Sprankle who was staying at his ranch resting after his latest picture. WENT WITH THE RAIN, (the sequel to GONE WITH THE WIND.) He mentioned having seen Ralph Smith, (better known as Perry Smith, the crooner) at a nightclub the night before. February 13. Salt Lake City We arrived in Salt Lake City next afternoon, and we went to a real fancy hotel ($2.50 a night) cuz we had a 26 hour layover between trains. Me and ma set out next morning for a little sight-seeing tour and some winder shoppin. We wuz walkin’ down the main street when we come upon a good-sized crowd. I noticed a sign readin' “Merravonne Haddox, The Travelling Evangelist,” and as her sermon was about over, so we stuck around and talked to Merryvon afterwards. Whilst we wuz standing there talking we seen another crowd cornin’ down the street. At the head of about 50 teenage girls wuz Nature Boy. Don Moser, the world champeen wrestler. Don stopped and talked a spell and invited us to a party at the ‘‘Robin Club” that evening. We went back to the hotel about 3:00 p. m. and got cleaned up fer the party. Around 6:00 Don’s chauffer called at our hotel and we headed for the party. When we arrived there the doorman, Dwain Hoffer, greeted us, and showed us in. And to my amazement, the orchestra was none other than JONES’ JAZZ BAND headed by none other than the ‘King of Swing, Ronald ‘‘Hot Licks” Jones. Up on the bandstand was a group of old classmates, there was Anne Swope with a saxaphone. Skip Renner with a flute. Dolores Boyd on the drums and Mary Alice Leeper on the harp—and, of course, I couldn’t forget his two vocalists, Leanora Darrah and Madalyn Royer. We had an enjoyable evenin’ at the club. I also seen Hoppylong Motts, that night. He had a table next to ours and he was busy signing autegraphs. He is the number one cow- boy in the nation now. February 15. Denver. Th? next momin we started out in the Model “A” I had perchased the day before fer 10 bucks. It runned purty good with only an occasional cough er sputter. Six new tires and 390 miles later, Denver, the mile high city, and believe me it is; Why the air is so thin we needed oxygen masks. We passed hundrds of roadside stands sellin’ them, and the one where we stopped was run by Delores Starkey and Jane McLinden who said they were making a barrel a money on it. We continued on into downtown Denver, but we only stayed in Denver about a hour. Ya see this wuz as far as we could go on Uncle Jud’s money, so I got passage on a train, by way of Dallas, to New Orleans cuz Ma wanted to see the Mardi Gras. March 10, Dallas. Texas What a beautiful city! We found we wuz to stay in Dallas fer a day, so I went down to the bank to cash some of my traveller’s checks and the teller got nosey and we got into an argument, so they ushered me into the president’s office and there sitting behind a stack of 20’s and running his fingers thru a big heap of silver dollars was Harold •SPENDTHRIFT” Gray. We set and told him about the argument which he soon straight- ened out in his inimitable fashion. After leavin’ the bank we wandered around town till we seen a sign readin’ ‘‘BIG RODEO TODAY ! ! ! ! COTTON BOWL ! ! ! !” As this here thing seemed interesting, we ast a policeman where this thing wuz. He gave us directions how to git there. We catched the bus from the comer and in 10 minutes we wuz entering the COTTON BOWL, but bein we had lollygaged around we jist got in in time fer the finale, which featured them two daredevil bareback riders, the Del Monte Sisters, Kay Brunner and Mary Ann Calen- dine. 122]

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MRS. AVALON BURKHARDT Faculty Editor of the 1952 “Echo [24]