Ravenna High School - Tappan Tatler Yearbook (Ravenna, OH)

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Eau:-1 mill sinh Elraiamrni We, the Senior class of Ravenna High, In the County of Portage, State of Ohio, being of simple mind and loss of memory, do make, publish and declare our last Will and Testament. We, the class of '49, dir-ect that all debts be paid by the class of '50. We, the class of '49, direct that all our ambition be given to the faculty. We, the class of '49, leave all carvings on desks to the janitors. We, the class of '49, direct that all our integrity be given to the lower classmen. Nancy Polglaze and Pat McClelland will their am- monium hydroxide shmoo to any energetic chemis- try student. Bill Evans bequeaths his ability to play football to Jim Sorboro, while Lawrence Madonio leaves his metal shop ability to his brother, J o e, George Dobrilovic grants his ability in that field to Bunny Portale. To Frankie Stoerkel, Herb Clark leaves his height, Joe Myers wills his A's to Janet Schwenk, while Doug Svoboda leaves his big feet to Janet Price. Sarah Post bequeaths her chemistry notebook to Marilyn Klohn as soon as Nora Jean Stan- ford is finished with it, Jeanette Barber, her friend- ship with Mr. Watters to anyone who needs it, Marion Byers, her second-hand plaid shirt to Coz CNancy Jonesl. Bill Lescallette leaves his red suspenders to Miss McClean, Evelyn Byers, her gym leader headaches to Archie , Rita Fulweber, her height to Jimmy Wells. To Cleon Wilson, Ana Romano gives her neat- ly kept notebook, Neal Kellison, his shoes to anyone so he can go back to West Virginia to live, Lorraine Stanford, her music ability to her sister, Nora Jean, Dewey Gatts, his position as school storekeeper to his brother, Bill, and Jean Ann Klay, her blonde hair to Frank Barberine. Sam Ga1'ro gets Dick Bow1and's ability to make up excuses, Gloria Fullum receives her sister Joan's cheer leading ability, while Joanne Rusinko wills her senior locker to her sister, Mims, Pat Bell leaves RHS to anyone who wants it, Pat Mendiola, his love for the New York Yankees to John Mascio and Joe Miniscalco. Katherine Sarrocco wills her long skirts to Pat James, Geraldine Thompson, her science grades to anyone, Jane Calvin, her modesty to Mr. Rutan, Mary Solitro, her love of Stockdale's South Se: stories to future geography classes, Bob Wavrek, his ability to blush to Tom Gray. Dorothy Ward leaves her first chair in band to Nora Jean Stanford, Harold Wilson wills his love of basketball to George Cox, Jerry Fisher, Sam Simone, and Ed Blank, Doris Hunt, her bottle of peroxide to June Gill, Henri Pusker, his job of keeping the school books to Mary Lou Hartle and wishes her a lot of luck, Pat DiMaso, his locker to his big brother, Frank, Mario Tortorella bequeaths his ambition in English to Sam Garro, Harris Clark, his long walk to school to Leon Proctor. Joan Bolvin, her tap and toe dancing to Selby Hoff, Paul Wanstreet and Harry Gless leave their love of school to Tony Giovinazzo, and Hallie Lou Eidson her cheerleading ability to Matt Rock. Carmella Provenzo grants her love for dancing to Ronnie , Maurice Klein, his work in debate to John Mendiola and Thalia, Mary Ann Wiegelt, her humor column to anyone who's crazy enough to take it, Ernie Holla- baugh, his reins of the senior class to George Cox, and Frank Dill, his bowlegs to Bob Jones. Love for hillbilly music goes to Bernadine Troc- chio from Jim Hoff, and Paul Studer leaves his corn to anyone who is crazy enough to crack it, John Lux, his humor to Mr. Bates, Marilyn Harper, her gym shower to Jeanette Oostdyke. Joyce Gerren wills her love of second year short- hand to Dorothy Edwards, Mary Louden, her legible writing to Miss Juve, Ray Gerber, his artistic abi- lity to Rose Marie Sarrocco, Pat Devine, her perfect attendance to the less fortunate, Inez Rockafellow leaves Joe and Vic to the FTA. Sally DeLong bequeaths her first-period sewing class to any eighth grader, Joe Stoerkel, his physi- que to Ed Serafin, Charles Knight, his managing positions to Calvin Lohr, Rindy Willyard, her draw- ing ability to her sister Abbie, Jo Ann Franks, her height to Bob Jones, Bill Foster, his ability to drive to Merle Rose. Patricia McCardel gives her American Problems notes to Marilyn Reed, while Barbara LeRoy leaves her ability to sew to Betty Mansfield, Mike Giovinaz- zo, his nose guard to Don Day, Barbara Vassar, her dignity to Marilyn Klohn, Milton Petty and Harold Stephenson, their shyness to Tcf ti Mariana. Hilda Meyers wills her seat in 303 to her sister, Treva, Bob Stump, his butch haircut to Dick Clark, Beatrice Suter, her height to any short girl, Mary Jo Strickling, her job as advertising manager to Do- rothy Bender, and Leonard Aristide, his ability in football to his brother, Cosmo. Mickey Delano, his 5th and 6th period study halls to any junior who likes to sleep, Gloria Merrian wills her 5'0 to Mr. Webb, Tony Porcase bequeaths his position on the football bench to Tony Nagella. Gerry Feiber wills her dancing ability to Bridget Romano, Elizabeth Kontros, her locker to Tony Na- gella, Elnora Rhinehart, her musical ability to any- one who needs it, Anne Linton wills her high G to Lily 4Pat Bakerlg Gail Morris, her stature to Bill Gatts, Betty Schinke, her gum-chewing ability to her sister. Inez Wymer leaves the mirror in her locker to any fortunate person, Nancy Triscori, her raven locks to Elaine Bassett, Tom Griffiths, his ability to wiggle his ears to his cousin, Trevor, Bill Ridenour, his stage worries to Bruce Peters, Rita Gowdy, her low- er locker by the chemistry lab to Veronica Brett Claudia Livingston, wills her driving ability to her sister, Mildred: Gloria Stibbe, Henry Middleton to Miss J uve, Howard Hildebrand, his class ring to Jody Woods, James Jordan, his shyness to Cleon Wilson. Elizabeth Prusak bequeaths her locker to her sis- ter, Mary Ann, Bob Rupert, his basketball shoes to whoever wears size 11 1-2, Bill Balser, his position at the drums to Bud Rice, Ray Berkley, his first solo trumpet chair to Wayne Short, Bob Dustman his love of baseball to Joe Meduri. Mary Lou Hentz leaves her obesity to Myrna Baker, Don Gray, his red hair to next year's chorus line, Philip Larcus, his locker, 661 to George Cox, Bill Johnson, his temper to Shirley Kasler, Marilyn De-Leone, her back seat in chemistry class to Mary Farrara, Maxine Lemons, absence record to Joanne Morris, Mary Smith, her first chair in band to Tony Giovinazzo. We hereby appoint George Cox executor of this, our last Will and Testament, with full power and autho- rity. In witness whereof, we have hereunto subscribed our name at Ravenna, Ohio in the year one thousand nine hundred and forty nine. Class of '49,

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Seniors' Choice Managing the activities of the senior class were Ernie Hollabaugh, president, Bill Rldenour, vice-president, Ann Linton, secretary, and Barbara Vassar, treasurer. Their duties were to pick committe-es for choosing the class flower, motto, colors, and other projects and activities carried out by the class. The officers were elected in their junior year because of their leadership and will- ingness to Work for the class. Class Motto- In ourselves our future lies. Class colors-scarlet and gray Class flower-camellia Class of '49 To the class of nineteen hundred and forty-nine I feel I owe this little rhyme In all the school there's no finer class The fun has been shared by each lad and lass We've had our joys, our worries, and cares To forget them, no senior dares We've labored with diligence on our book, But I feel it was worth it, just take a look! It's full of memories beautiful and dear Which we will ch-erish for many a year. We'll yearn for the good old days gone by When We wer-e all classmates at Ravenna High We feel regret in leaving you all And sorry We-'re not returning next fall. Our class adviser, Miss McClean, Has been the finest that any can claim Success as you know is our aim in life, And we will attain it by mark and by strife. Here's to my class which I feel is fin-e The best in the world, the class of '49, By Barbara Vassar 20

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Rhyme A Line SPRING IS HERE? Spring is here, said Mrs. Chapman, Hie thee forth to write a poem. Out we went the skies to view, They weren't at all a heavenly blue. Not one robin past us flew. Still, she'd said spring was here, Then why the snowflakes on our ear? Scuse us for doubtin'! But when spring her finery is floutin', We ain't poutin'! Please, let us know, Cause we've got to write a poem About a spring that ain't yet showini So little snowflakes, go away! Don't clutter up our nice spring day! by Thalia I-Iergenroeder MIKE'S BIKE As you have guessed by the title, A great bicyclist in Michael. He went everywhere on his bicycle. In fact, he was always in a hurry And gave motorists quite a worry. On his bike he would scurry In and out of the traffic line. Riding four abreast was fine. Stoplights, he said, are motorists' not mine. If, instead, the laws he'd heed, Be more careful and reduce his speed, A happier, longer life he'd lead. by Sarah Post FIRST SNOWFALL Rushing to the window one cold, wintry day, I spied the first small snowflakes wandering down my way. Slowly, slowly, they flew past at first, As if from a bubble newly burst. Then faster and faster as down they swirled Dancing and flying like a flag unfurled! Harder and harder 'til the air was thick, They fell as steady as a watch's tick! Until at last they ceased to blow There it lay, the Very first snow.. by Carol Hampton SNOW Over the hills, lakes and streams, Over the trees it shines, it gleams, Over the house tops, big and bright Over the day into the night. See it shine on your fence See it whirl, play and dance See it sparkle, and be gay See it sleep at the end of day. by Tom Mariana PUZZLING WEATHER Slush and rain, rain and slush! Oh! how I hate this awful mush! Slivpy, Sloppy, Sloppy siippy, D This dumb weather sure seems drippy! In the winter, it ought to snowg Why it doesn't, I don't know! That old rain, it falls today. It really should not come 'til May! There must be some mistake! Oh gosh! Just for my sake, Please, let me know, Why won't it snow? by Thalia I'IGl'2'8lll'06d8l' N0 CRYSTAL BALL No, even if I were endowed With mystic power to read the years, I would not look ahead to learn The causes for my smiles and tears. My life without suspense would be A well as dry as desert sand, And even if I read the years, To know is not to understand. by Janet Zoll '47 MY LITTLE ROOM I have a little room at home, With a big soft chair beside my bed, And at night I sit up and look at The stars, through the skylight overhead. The color of my room is bluish-green With pictures tacked here and there- Pictures of actors, actresses, sportsmen and ath- letes Surrounding me everywhere. My little room has a hardwood floor, With linoleum protecting its top, The linoleum is slick for sliding, but once You start, you cannot stop. My curtains are light yellow, There are regular, and storm windows too, In the winter they keep out all the wind, While in the summer the screen lets it through. My room is not too comfy In the winter it's a little too cold, While in the summer in order to sleep there You have to be practically bold. But if we lay aside all these faults, I think all of us will see That the little room is really nice, Just as nice as a little room can be. by Jim Roberto SIGHTS NEED ADJUSTING? What if Cleopat, her hair awry, Had shrugged herself and with a sigh, Had said, Alas, I'll never pass, From what I see in my looking glass. I know that gents are never fond Of anyone except a blonde. So I deduce there's just no use To try to snag some Mark on the loose. And what if Napoleon, the Bonaparte, Had simply gone alone, apart, Reflected on his stature slight And said, I know it just ain't right For little squirts like me to fire The world, and hearts of men inspire To spill their blood to unthrone kings And generally to upset things. And if That boy had thought in Galilee, This preaching job is not for me. I'll toss my plans aside and admit The thing I better do is quit. Who would heed an accursed Jew? I might be scorned and crucified too. No use to jump in over my head, Why aim so high and end up dead? Well- Being modest is a virtue, But think you honesty will hurt you? Better invoice yourself too high Than let your destiny skid by. And how in the world will you ever know How far your luck will let you go, Unless you set your sights afar And hitch your buggy to a star? KAnonymousJ