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

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L L L L L L L L L L L L L L L L L L L L L L L L I. L I. L ., Wy- -. LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT THE SENIOR CLASS We, the Senior Class, of the City of East Canton, County of Stark, and State of Ohio, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking any will or wills heretofore made by us. First. We direct that all our just debts and expenses for last rites be fully paid and satisfied, as soon as conveniently may be, after our decease. Second. We give, devise, and bequeath unto the members of the junior class the following: Don Barwick, do bequeath my cat naps in class to Paul Rope. Jack Batten, do bequeath my cowboy boots to Rosemary Moulin. Nancy Batten, do bequeath my short, brown hair and brown eyes to Marlene Linder. Wilbur Baum, do bequeath my Balboa haircut to Carol Rothacher. David Beck, do bequeath my ability to speed-shift to joe Mair. Eileen Blose, do bequeath my mischievousness to Dale Oberly. Nick Botean, do bequeath my ability to play the bass drum to Doris Thoma. Irene Brown, do bequeath my attraction to ice-skating to jim Zimmerman. Gary Cable, do bequeath my 4-H ribbons to Bob Unkefer's cow. Shirley Carl, do bequeath nothing. I need everything I have. Beverly Cross, do bequeath my desire to become a school teacher to Mr. Goddard, who can always use an extra one. David Darrah, do bequeath my perfect behavior to Ruth Marhover. Dennis Dickerhoff, do bequeath my odd parts in the class plays to Bill Bates. Bernadine Doll, do bequeath my nickname to Ruth Canter. Katherine Fabyanic, do bequeath my attraction to the study of taxidermy to Dorothy Williams. Ronny Fisher, do bequeath my wolf whistle to any junior with friends on the police force. Gary Fulton, do bequeath my love for singing every minute of every day to Carl Spoon. Barbara Gray, do bequeath my interest in Kent State to Ruth Ann Crawford. Bob Harris, do bequeath my streamlined Chevie to Bill West. Connie Harbert, do bequeath my basketball ability to Grace Mark. Kenny Haynam, do bequeath my very, very slightly used government book to any junior who wants it. fDon't every- body speak at once!J Allan Henderson, do bequeath my weight-lifting ability to David Foltz. Dean Henderson, do bequeath my ooga-ooga horn to Ramon Fornasiero. Maxine Hewitt, do bequeath my quiet manner to Willie Eakin. jim jordan, do bequeath my Cornet artistry to Dick Rohrbaugh. Clark Kandel, do bequeath all the fun and good times on the annual staff to Don Brunner, the 1956 ECHO editor. Bob Kroft, do bequeath my Mercury right back to Ed Sullivan. Marion Lowery. do bequeath my pink handkerchief and L L I L I L I L L I I I I I L I I I 1 L l. I I I w 1 s u 1 pink shirt to Mildred Novosel. Sally Lyons, do bequeath my position as captain of the cheerleading squad to Sharon Hoskinson. Bob Middaugh, do bequeath my speech lessons to Richard Blythe. Judy Moser, do bequeath my ability to get good grades to jack Meiser, who really doesn't need it, but can maybe find someone that does. Marjorie O'Neil, do bequeath my pleasing personality to be distributed evenly among all the juniors. Gary Osborn, do bequeath my Hot 36 Ford to Gary Feiock. David Oyster, do bequeath nothing to any juniorg Donna gets it all. Betty Lou Paumier, do bequeath my ability to win friends and influence people to any possible newcomer to the class of 56. Kathleen Paumier, do bequeath my blond hair to Nancy Shepherd. Bonnie Pierce, do bequeath my cobweb-covered sax to Jack Cross. Pat Renner, do bequeath the editorship of the Hornet to Barbara Carl. Shirley Rice, do bequeath my ability to draw to Richard Metzger. Beverly Richards, do bequeath my nickname Stretch. to Etta Lawhun. Since it didn't do me any good, I am hoping it will help her. Bob Rinehart, do bequeath my shenanigans in sociology class to Betty Rohrer. jean Shankel, do bequeath my red hair to Bob Newhart. Fred Shepler, do bequeath my worn-out gym shoes to Mary Phfleger. Ross Sherer, do bequeath the presidency of the senior class to any junior who doesn't mind having his legs run off. jeanne Simon, do bequeath my art of blushing to Glenn Royer, who usually has occasion to use it. Rhoda Polen, do bequeath everything to my hubby. Alvetta Stith, do bequeath all the pleasant memories of my senior year to all the junior girls. Phil Stoffer, do bequeath my inattentiveness in government class to any junior who agrees with me in the fact that it is unwise to be overly-attentive. Chuck Swope. do bequeath my worn-out football practice pants hack to the class of 45. Nadine Veit, do bequeath the memories of my experiences at Girl's State to the next lucky junior girl. Pat Wardle. do bequeath my love for chewing gum in church to john Vincent. We. Betty Workman and Peg Boltres. do bequeath the priv- ilege of getting loaded doughnuts in our senior year to any junior girl who is lucky enough. In Witness Whereof, we, the Senior Class. the testator. have set our hands and seal hereto this Sixth day of May in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and fifty- nve. r19s5J , Witnesses: Betty Workman Alvetta Stith Beverly Cross

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CLASS PROPHECY Time: 8:15 Fri. Dec. 2, 1965 Place: Washington, D. C., Depart- ment of Justice File: No. I955 My partner, Sergeant DAVE OYSTER, and I were working the day watch out of the Racket Division. Our captain, DON BARWICK, called us into his office and told us he had received a telegram from J. EDGAR DAR- RAH requesting an investigation of the attempted fixing of the Madison Round Garden Bouts. Time: 10:15 Dec. 2, 1965 Place: Constitution Avenue, Washington, D. C. We hailed a taxi and were pleasantly surprised to see that the driver was our old classmate, BONNIE CSpeedyJ PIERCE. Speeding on through heavy city traffic and many red lights we reached the Washington, D.C., Municipal Air- port at 10:30. Upon boarding the plane we found our pilot to be Captain DAVID BECK. After handing our reservations to pert Stewardess, ALVETTA STITH, we were comfortably seated and arrived in New York at 10:35. We grabbed a taxi, and who should the driver be this time but PHIL CHot Rody STOFFER. We were swiftly trans- ported to our New York Field Office and arrived there at 1:00. Swiftly? Here we received last minute instructions from Field Representative, RINEHART. We adjourned for a late lunch at D. D. DICKERHOFFS Delectable Deli- catessen. We were again surprised to see the proprietor was our old friend, DENNY. His head chef proved to be another old classmate known as CLARK CPtomaine Tom- my J KANDEI.. The head waitress was still another for- mer classmate, JEANNE SIMON. Time: 5:00, Dec. 2, 1965 Place: Shankel's Slumber Inn We approached the desk at the ritziest hotel in town, Shankel's Slumber Inn. It was an unexpected pleasure to find the owner to be one more old grad of ECHS '55, JEAN SHANKEL. The desk clerk, MAXINE HEWI'I'1', rang for the bell boy, CHUCK SWOPE, and we retired to our separate rooms. Time: Dec. 3, 1965, 8:00 a. m. Place: Shankel's Slumber Inn After a hasty breakfast we proceeded to Jan's Gym, which was owned and operated by none other than JANICE NIMON. Here we interviewed the main contender for the Heavy-weight Crown, JIM fRockyJ JORDAN. His man- ager, BOB KROFT, violently objecting throughout the questioning, insisted he see his mouthpiece first. A call was put through to his lawyer, and she quickly appeared on the scene. Who should it be but PAT RENNER! Her influence upon the fighter was too great, and he clammed up , so we started putting the heat on his sparring part- ner, Gary fCauliflowerJ CABLE. Again we drew a blank. We decided to leave, and on our way out encountered a chopped and channelled, custom-built Caddy convertible' Behind the wheel was GARY OSBORN chauffeuring Rocky's dizzy blond friend, BARB GRAY. Another blank. channelled, custom-built, Caddy convertible. Time: Dec. 3, 1965, 1:00 Place: Headquarters Reporting to headquarters we found another old friend, BEV RICHARDS, now better known as Stretch, the Stoolie . She gave us a hot tip on a bookie joint which was giving alarmingly high odds on the upcoming fight. All she'd say was, Go to Carl's Confectionaryf' Time: Dec. 3, 1965, 2:30 Place: Back room, Carl's Conf. On arrival we discovered that the confectionary owner was SHIRLEY CARL. She promptly showed us to the back room, and here we were met by Katie the Bookie . We were shocked to learn that Katie was our KATHER- INE FABYANIC. By the appearance of her expensive clothes it was obvious that, since becoming legal, bookmak- ing was a very profitable business. Declaring she knew only what she read in the newspapers about the attempted bribe, Katie, highly insulted. walked out and slammed the door. It was clear that no further evidence could be gained by staying here, so away we went. Time: Dec. 3, 1965, 5:30 Place: Shankel's Slumber Inn Wearily we returned to the hotel and ordered dinners to be taken to our rooms. Immediately after eating we hit the sack . Time: Dec. 4, 1965, 12:00 noon Place: Shankel's Slumber Inn After I awoke, I phoned my pal'!HCf,Dave,and,since this was our day off, we decided to take in a Broadway musical. Scanning the reviews we decided to see the recent hit, The Little Hound Ha Ha'd . We received complimentary tick- ets from the producer-director, EILEEN BLOSE, an old friend. At the theater we were surprised to find JACK K The Ripperj BATTEN taking tickets at the door. We were even more surprised to learn the stars were MARION iThe Voiceb LOWERY and CONNIE CThe Canaryj HARBERT. By our programs we discovered the set de- signer was the very famous SHIRLEY RICE, and the cos- tumes were original creations by the well-known team of MOSER 8: BAUM. It was still early when the show ended, so we decided to go to a night-spot. Here we heard the melodious strains coming from the piano artistry of ROBERT CRinky Tinkj HARRIS, who accompanied the sensational sister act, The Paumier Sisters . The act con- sisted of BETTY LOU and KATHLEEN PAUMIER. We heard the familiar cry, Candy, Nuts, Gum, and turned to see an old schoolmate, NADINE VEIT, selling candy for the establishment. Pop! There went a flash-bulb. Our picture was taken by a very capable photographer, IRENE BROWN. She also worked for the establishment. As it was very late, we returned to the hotel. Time: Dec. 5, 1965, 2.00 p.m. Place: Madison Round Garden Arriving at the Madison Round Garden whom should we see first but that great soloist, GARY FULTON. As we approached we also observed his accompanist, the equally famous BETTY JO WORKMAN. They were rehearsing for their appearance at the night's performance. It was their job to sing and play the National Anthem before the fights. We went to the office and found ace sports reporter, KENNY HAYNAM, and Boxing Commissioner, ROSS SHERER, discussing the evening's bout. Also pres- ent were the trustworthy referee, NICK BOTEAN, and Slugger's joint contract holders, ALLAN 8: DEAN HEN- DERSON. They claimed that the talk about the bribe was nothing but rumors. Time: Dec. 5, 1965, 4:00 p.m. Plate: Batten's Burger Stand We dined at the Burger Stand of our old friend, NANCY BATTEN, where we were served by the very com- petent RHODA POLEN. While eating we heard a voice that sounded vaguely familiar: turning we saw SALLY LYONS. It seemed this was the meeting place for Slug- ger's fan club of which she was president. They had planned a brief meeting before the fight. Time: Dec. 5, 1965, 7:00 p.m. Place: Shankel's Slumber Inn Entering the hotel we checked our hats and coats with night clerk, PAT WARDLE, and went straight to the TV lounge where we planned to view the fight. After being seated, we ordered soft drinks from the lounge waitress, pretty BERNADINE DOLL. Glancing around the room we encountered the very prominent psychologist, RONALD C. P. FISHER, and his petite secretary, Miss MARJORIE O'NEIL, who were in town attending a convention. It was time for the fights, but the Lone Stranger was on, so we persuaded Chief Channel Manager, BEVERLY CROSS, to change the channel to the fights. While watching the fights we recognized Slugger's seconds to be none other than FRED SHEPLER and BOB MIDDAUGH. The bell rang, and within two minutes and I0 seconds Slugger floored his opponent for the count, thus dispelling all ru- mors that he had accepted a bribe to throw the fight. That's all folks. 'Report Submitted: Lt. Peggy Boltres - Sgt. David Oyster

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