Hicksville High School - Hixonian Yearbook (Hicksville, OH)

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ofabf N Jdnol jzdfamenf I, Omar Arrants, will my awolfingn to Danny Jenkins. I, Jo Ann Beerbower, hereby will and bequeath my handy pocket comb to Pat Miller because she has always liked to use it. I, Dick Beree, will my throne to any Worthy Junior boy who, going down, will notfall the last three steps. I, Barbara Blosser, hereby will and bequeath my freckles to my sister, Judy, hoping she won't be teased too much and will take good care of them. I, Carol Campbell, can't will anything to anyone for I need all I have. I, Grover Culler, will my class presidency to the class of '47 to fight over. I, Rosalyn Daub, will and bequeath my big, baby blue eyes to Eudora Reitz, providing she always uses them to the best advantage. We, Margy Panasuk and Melba Deardorf, do hereby will and bequeath our inseparable companionship to Mary Ann Morton and Naomi Lantz. I, Dolores Donaldson, will and bequeath my pierced ears to Teresa Schlisser. I, Bruce Doub, having big feet and a large nose, will my unequaled laziness to some over-energetic underclassman, namely Bob Burgoyne. I, William Easterly, will my liking for clarinet playing and mathematics to Bob Scott. We, Virginia Elliott and Helen Gessner, will our, inseparable companionship to Alice Jones and Juanita Banks. I, Robert Evans, will my aeronautical ability to Bill Lower. QHelen Gessner abovej I, Max Ginther, hereby will and bequeath my basketball ability to Paul Slattery. I, Max Grover, will my skating ability to any underclassman who can use it. I, Genevieve Hauter, will and bequeath my artistic ability to Bill Lower. I, Darrell Heffelfinger, hereby will my position in band to Shannon Meeker. I, Vyrle I-Iinsch, will and bequeath my thinness and light hair to Virginia Harter. I, Dorthea Jones, will my commercial ability to some deserving understudy. I, Paul Jones, will my dancing ability to my brother, aMouse. I, Frances Kees, will and bequeath my love to take books home to Bobby, l-Ilnsch, providing she doesn't become an A student I, Bill Kuhl, will my basketbaii ability to Sonny Koch. I, Jeanne Laub, will and bequeath my unquenchable liking for history to anyone inter- ested in a worthy subject. ' I, Fred Malott, hereby will and bequeath my brown hair to my brother, who says he does not like his own. I, Maribeth Mentzer, will and bequeath the dimple in my chin to my worst enemy, whom I shall pity from that day on. I, Douglas Miller, hereby will my red shirt to Bob Panasuk, providing he doesn't wear it to bed. I, Betty Neidhardt, will and bequeath my big feet to anyone who needs them, provid- ing they don t trip over them. CMargaret Panasuk above! I, Max Peters, will and bequeath my ability of not going steady to Ned Beck. , I, Richard Ray, will my dental braces to any poor soul who needs them. I, Luella Scott, will and bequeath all my giggles to Dorothy Otis, providing she doesn't annoy anyone. A I, Bob Shafer, will my mild-temper to Claren Bauers in Phys. Ed. I, Nellie Sisco, will my ability to go steady to Jeanne Lehman. I, Lynn Smith, will my tallness to Junior Hinsch. I, Willadean Turner, will and bequeath my curly hair to Dorothy Beverly, providing she puts it up every night. I, Maurine Tuttle, will and bequeath my blonde hair to Harriett Gerig, providing she doesn't bleach it. I, David Van Horn, will and bequeath my ability to laugh at the wrong time to Ken- neth Horn.

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lgwzzkms' MAURINE TUTTLE 'Tut' 'Stillwater runs deep. Track 2g G.A.A. 1,2,3,4g Band 2,35 Chorus 1g Class Officer 35 Student Council 3,4g F.H.A. 1,25 4-H 1,2,3, 43 Ir. Class Play, Court, Spoon- driftg I-Iixoniang Librarian, Monitor, Cafeteria, Girl Reserves. DAVID VAN HORN 'George' Why be afraid to be original. Track 2g Band l,2,3,4g Chorus 1, 4g Class Officer 3, Commercial Club 3, Latin Club 1,29 Boy Scouts 1,2,3,4g Rotary 4, Ir. Class Play, Court, Hixonian. Junior-Senior Banquet Friday Evening, May 10 Baccalaureate Sermon Sunday Evening, May 19 Commencement Thursday Evening, May 22 Class Address--Dr. Walter A. Zaugg Valedlctorian Speaker--Bruce Doub Salutatorian Speaker--William Easterly Alumni Banquet Friday Evening, May 24

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Cid 55 pI'0l9L QC? Greetings from the Golden Age of 1956! The world is a glorious haze of new modes of transportation and work saving machines. Last night I visited one of the new ultra-modern theaters, and had an experience that inspired me to look up the members of the good old class of '46, Ifound the theater'to be owned and managed by one of them, Pete Culler, of all people. Starring in the glorious technicolor picture was Maribeth Mentzer in her current hit, 'Dolly with a mmpie in her chin. ' Having seen these two so successful, I prepared my jet-propelled plane for a 'world- wide journey, and am now ready to start. Won't you join me? First, let us drop in on New York. As we walk down Fifth Avenue we meet a strikingly blonde Bowers Model, Why, it's Jo Ann Beerbower. She informs us that she has won national fame for her absurd and daring manners of dress, and has revolutionized the fashion world. On over to Buffalo we fly low over the falls and catch our breath as none other than the inimitable Carol Campbell attempts to cross the falls on a tightrope. She successfully reaches her goal, and, relieved, we pass on. From there we travel on down to Pittsburgh, and are astonished to find Bob Shafer as a steel magnate. He owns the largest factory in that famous city, and has a medal for the most efficient management. just the same old Bob! In Baltimore we find the people cheering a famous artist who is appearing in their city. We're proud to know the celebrity as Genevieve Hauter. On down to Atlantic City, we are just in time to see Margaret Panasuk chosen as Miss America. She will go on tour of every city in the nation, and a statue of her will be put in New York harbor, with the Statue of Liberty. Let us go on to Miami, where we will leave our plane at the airport. As we start down the street, we see a crowd of excited girls pursuing their favorite crooner. We force our way to the front of the throng, and are indeed startled to see Dick Beree in full flight. We hail him and he breathlessly tells us that he is late for a personal appearance. For a rest from our speedy plane let us board one of those 1l1X111'y liners and go to South America, shall we? At the water-front we are greeted by the liner's Captain and Chief Stewardess, Omar Arrants and Betty Neidhardt. So far, this seems to be a worthwhile trip. Our ship docks at the Brazilian city of Rio de Janeiro. Everyone is excited over the bull-fight for which we seem to be just in time. Bill Kuhl meets our startled eyes as bull- fighter. He tells us that he has an advantage over the bull, he just ducks and goes right be- tween the bull's legs, which of course bewilders the beast. We visit a coffee plantation, which we find to be owned by Bruce Doub. Ieanne Laub is employed as his secretary, and she finds the business more complicated than she thought, as she must keep a record of the number of beans exported each day. We go back to our liner, and are prepared for a restful trip back to the states, but lo and behold, we meet David Van Horn, who is an absent minded professor at Harvard. He has just completed a survey of Brazil, and is preparing a series of lectures to be given in America. Guess what he reveals. His students call him George! Our liner ports at Vera Cruz, and we are given three hours to view the city. We stop at the enchanting Tampico restaurant. As foreign visitors we are greeted by the owner, Max Ginther. We eat a delicious Mexican dinner and enjoy the music of the all girl orchestra. Then, to om' amazement, Vyrle Hinsch is introduced as a guest singer, and she entrances the Mexicans with her blond hair. From Vera Cruz we sail on across the Gulf of Miami and there return to our plane. We travel on north till we come to Chattanooga where we find Fred Malott as ubig boss' of the Chattanooga-Choo-Choo. We stop next at Nashville where Frances Kees is a nationally famous hill-billy-hit-song singer. She is working with Roy Acuff. M In Louisville, Kentucky, Max Peters is the owner of a tobacco company. His brand is Sir Max. ' As we continue north let us first swoop low over good old Hicksville. There we see a mother madly dashing down High Street after her run-away children. After taking our plane to the airport we return to offer our assistance, and behold we find the distressed mother to be none other than Maurine Tuttle.