Leetonia High School - Lehiscan Yearbook (Leetonia, OH)

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Class Prophecy It was a chilly October Friday night and I was on my way to my parent's home where I was visiting. I had come home to see Leetonia,s Wonder Football Team that was coached by Kenny Warner, a classmate of mine. The Warner coached eleven were undefeatable. Tonight they had been victorious again and everyone from Leetonia was happy although the other town was quite sad. This was my first time in Leetonia since I had graduated, over ten years ago. Everyone in town was a stranger to me except one familiar face. It was Dorothy Altomare, my old schoolmate. Dorothy told me she was now instructing high school girls on how to be good cheerleaders. Dorothy was head cheerleader in our senior year and a very good one I may add. I asked her if she ever saw or heard from any of the old gang, and she said, Practically everyone's left Leetonia to do better but I do hear from a few of them. Then she went on to tell me that Jean Cushing writes to her and that Jean is a librarian in the Congressional Library in Washington, D. C. She also hears from Elvera Gabriel who is a model in New York City. Beverly Ashman writes to her once in awhile and shc's a secretary in Cleve- land. Then she told me: Eugene Lippiatt owns a garage in Washingtonville and has Harold Bell and Don Campbell working for him. She went on to tell me that Darlene Mason is married to an oil tycoon and they live in Texas. That was just about all she knew so I said goodbye to her and hurried home. After I got home I went straight to bed. I had it on my mind about my classmates and so as sleep came to me, dreams came also, and in my dreams I saw all my old friends again. It seems I was going into a church and to my amazement the minister was Charles Carter, who is following in his older brother's footsteps. I listened to his wonderful sermon and then shook hands with him and left the church. Outside the church was a big yellow convertible and since this was a dream, I assumed it was mine. I got in it and drove down the street. The car began to make a chug- ging noise and as I looked at the gas gage I knew why. I was in luck though for right beside me was a huge filling station. A man came out to give me some gas and I recognized him immediately to be Tony Milcetich. He told me that he owned the filling station and since I was his old classmate he would give me gas free of charge. Another man came over to me and asked if I'd like my car washed and waxed. I was too surprised to answer for the man was Clemmie', Tortora. I told him I didn't have time to have my car washed, and then I asked him where his old buddies, Roy Davis and Eddie Donnelly were. '6Roy is teaching 'iAdvanced Trigonometryl' in Harvard University. Eddie is a railroad foreman for the Pennsylvania Rai1road,', he told me. I eouldnlt imagine Roy teaching G'Trig and I wondered if maybe his pupils weren't teaching him. Now, I understood too, why they've been having so much trouble with the trains since Eddie is a foreman. I left the filling station and drove down the main street of the town. I decided to park my car and shop awhile. I was trying to get into a rather small parking space and having quite a bit of trouble. I was backing up when bang! I backed into a truck. It seemed strange but my car was not damaged a bit and the truck was practically ruined. This could happen only in a dream, of course. The truck driver got out of his truck and angrily started towards my car. He was an awfully big fellow and as he came nearer, I just sat and shook. What,s the idea of backing into my-U That was as far as he got be- cause I said, Twenty-Five

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Senior Will - ,Class of 1951 fContinuedJ Cecilia Halverstadt leaves to go to college. Don Campbell leaves, but with much coaxing. Averill Longbottom, whose life will take that other than a stenographer, wills her shorthand ability to Dorothy Helman. Joanne Taylor leaves to raise some little Taylors. Charles Carter leaves to play football at Vassar. Valliase McFarland leaves to work in a restaurant. Sam Tinglc leaves his locker and mirror to the Junior girls on one condition that they don't charge over a nickle for rental. All profits must go to the Tingson- ian Institute to take care of him in years to come. Marie Mix leaves her height and build to Mitzi Gilmore and the office work to anyone who wants it. Fredia Mabry leaves her southern accent to any yankee that can use it as well as she. Mary Holisky leaves her quietness to Carol Vespasian. Vincent Citino leaves his physique to Bobby Burk. Dorothy Roessler leaves her height to Margaret Kozjan. Ross Good leaves his dark hair to Gary Sweeley. Joann Holloway leaves, maybe to go back to Greenford, she's homesick. Betty Shimer leaves her smart jerseys to some lucky junior. Shirley Rance leaves her singing ability to any little Freshman who can make good use of it. Ed Donnelly left for the Air Corps. Dorothy Altomare leaves her personality to Janice Holloway. David Sweeley wills Joe Guido his wonderous ways with the girls. Donna Mango leaves her promptness to Josephine Rance. To our sponsor, Mr. Hoskins, we leave many apologies for causing so many worries and gray hairs. We're really very sorry and weill never do it to him again. The above document was at the same time declared by them to be their Last Will and Testament, and we are at the same request signing our names here unto as witnesses. -Ida Mae Lipp sEdward Donnelly -Dorothy Altomare Twenty-Four

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Class Prophecy fContinuedj i'Bob Sneddon! Don't you remember me?', , He was quiet for awhile and then he recognized me. He told me not to worry about the damage done to his truck and then he directed me into the parking space. I asked him if he ever saw any of our old schoolmates and he said: Glenn Hinten styles women's dresses and evening gowns and women swear by his fashionsf, Also he said: 4'Averill Longbottom got married and is living in Washingtonvillef' but this was all he knew. I left him and started walking down the street. My next stop was a large de- partment store. The name of the store was Smiths,' and as I entered the first person I saw was Bernard Smith. L'Don't tell me you work here? I asked. No, I donlt, I own the store. Do you like it?,' It's grand! Really grandli' I said. I thought maybe Bernard would have heard something from our classmates so I asked him. Esther Stecker is teaching at Ghio State University and Jim Campbell teach- es there, too. Let's see, Dorothy Roessler sells jewelry here in my store and Nancy Stelts is head of the dress department. Other than that I eouldnit tell you.', I walked to the dress department and talked to Nancy. Her wonderful sales ability persuaded me to buy two dresses while I was there. I left the store then and continued my walk down the street. As I walked I came to an Opera House. In bright lights it said, 'fCpera, Aida, Starring Shirley Rance and Martha McCormick.,' I just had to see my old friends so I went to the ticket window and asked for a ticket. Who was selling tickets but Jerry Skinner! We talked for awhile and then I went inside. Shirley and Martha were singing as I entered and everyone was Koh-ing and Nah-ing. When the opera was over, I went backstage and talked to them. They were awfully surprised to sec me. We talked about old times and they told me that Valliase McFarland is married and so is Joann Hollo- way. They also knew that Fredia Mabry was a private secretary to the million- aire, Henry Ford, Jr., and Marie Mix is a nurse, and Evelyn Mathey a school teacher in Leetonia. It was growing late though, so I left. I passed another building as I walked and a sign out front read, Lecturer for today, Miss Cecilia Halverstadt. Topic, 'Amcrica's Main Prob- lems'. I remembered Cecilia had been an interesting speaker and I was sorry I didn't have time to go in and listen to her. My stomach told me I was hungry so when I saw an Isaly Store I went in for a soda. There behind the counter was Eddie Bell. He told me he was now man- ager of the Isaly Chain Stores and he had lots of people working for him. I drank my soda and was about to leave when Donna Mango walked in. She asked me if I was going to joan Jacksonls piano concert at Carnegie Hall. I said I'd like to go and so after Donna bought an ice cream cone, we left together. The concert hall was very large and every seat was filled with ritzy looking people. Everyone became silent as Joan walked towards the piano. She sat down and began to play, but there was no music in front of her. She played several hours without ever once looking at a sheet of music. When she finished the audi- Twenty-Six