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

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Catherine Esposito, to Carol Freiss, my ability to sing on key. Mary Ferrara, to Ray Coia, my hand cuffs. Shirley Flowers and Janet Price, our perfect friend- ship, to Mary Flowers and Roberta Hagen. Frances Giovinazzo, my long walk to school every morning, to the Highland avenue gang. Joan Goetzinger, my neat locker, to Al Brode. Carole Hicks, 'to my two sisters, my desk in chem- istry lab. Carolyn Hudson, to Tom Gray, my front porch. Pat James, my bow-legs , to any knock-kneed person. Yvonne Jones, my typewriter and typing speed, to Helen Rudd. Dorrine Kandes, to Joanne Fosnight, my 5th period office work. Cecilia Keppler, to anyone Who has the gas to run it, my longing for a Cadillac. Donna Klein, my oboe, to Barbara Sutliff. Barbara Kline, my love for Rootstown, to Leora Hicks. Marilyn Klohn, to Dick Jaqua, my French scrap- book. Connie Knapp, to her sister Barbara, the art of going steady for two and -a half years. Mildred Livingston, my seat in 303, to Marilyn Haines. Joan Long, my love for Texas, to anyone foolish enough to go there. Cecilia Mendiola, to Miss Juve, my High Times hang overs. Frances Miazga, to any poor junior, my American Problems class. Faith Mott, my humor column, to Jay Hallabaugh. Dolores Naturale, my brother's anklets to my brother Dick. Lou Jean Pantalone, to Iris Pantalone, my brains. Nancy Prichard, to John Mascio, my sportrait writ- ing. Marilyn Reed, my love for marching in the band, to Carol Baker, Wayne Short, and Kenny Wolfe. Betty Riggenbach, my love for French class to Catheryn Tilden. Laura Mae Sapp, to my brother Dale, my job in Mr. Montecalvo's office. Gloria Sarrocco, to Dolores Sarrocco, my ability to get out of things. Agnes Sedlock, my corner locker, to my sister Dorothy. Nora Jean Stanford, my first chair in band, to Shirley Wilcox. Esther Steffee, to some lucky junior, my American Problems notes. Phyllis St. John, to Betty Postlethwaite, my ability to get into choir after the bell. Jane Stronz, my locker mirror, to Mary Karaffa.. Ber. Trocchio, my neat locker, to Wayne Paris C8253 Jo Troy, to any junior who wants it, my shorthand book. Madonna Winkler, to my sister Sandra, my home- room seat in 303. Joanne Wood, my skirt to my majorette uniform, to Janet Schwenk. i Genevieve Yaros, my love for Ravenna Township, to Shirley DeLong. Mary Yoders, to Dolores Reed, my red h-air. Wayne Bates, my great love for dancing, to Jean Amick. Ed Blank, my quarterback position, to .Tack Vaccaro. John Bruno, to Ronald Stefansic, my pass-faking ability. Bob Byers, to anyone who has interest in working with metal, my metal shop class. Bob Chisholm, my saxophone, to Joe Fulweber. George Cox, my 5th and 6th study halls, to any loafer. Frank Dantone, to his brother Chick, my height and weight. Donald Day, to Bud Rice, my position at center. Clay Dietrich, my right guard position, to Hal Baker. Frank Dimaso, my glasses, to Bruce Anderson and Dick Fischer. Jerry Fisher, to Donna Hergenroeder, my good grades. Kenny Garrett, to next year's class, my journalism copy. Sam Garro, my seat in 311 English class, to my brother Jerry. Bill Gatts, my new Chevrolet, to any tired person. Anthony Giovinazzo, to Joe Meduri, my senior year. Dal Hardesty, to Mrs. Rutan, my little sister. Ronny Hartley, my b-all and chain, to Janice Cope. Bill Hunsicker, my typing ability, to anyone who wants it. Bob Jones, to Richard Gast, my height. Vernon Kauffman, to Ronald Stefansic, my ability for sitting on the bench. Ralph Keep, my study halls, to Doug Peters. John Klamut, my ability to drive a Hot Rod, to my brother, Norman. Donald Kline, to Gene Garrett, my Eb Sousaphone. Trevor Lewis, to Helen Rudd, my gray jacket. Bob Loftin, my athletic ability, to David Younkman and Walter Livingston. Calvin Lohr, my love for dogs, to Roy James. Tom Mariana, to Joe Miniscalco and Charles Mai- mone, my wit and love for the out-of-door life. John Mendiola, to Ted Gray, my sports editorship. Henry Middleton, wills Miss Juve To Ed Shriver. Tony Nagella, to my sisters, my sense of humor. Angelo Panbalone, my good grades, to Walter Serafin. Bruce Peters, my electrical ability, to David Huff- man. Richard Pleasant, to John Watt, my voice. Matt Rock, to Jimmy Sorboro and Cosmo Aristide, my love of sports. Ronny Rogers, to Louie Gray, my mechanical draw- ing ability. Ed Ruben, my typing notes, to Jim Cartwright. Ray Shambach, my tardiness, to Mr. Watters. Sam Simone, to Tom Gray, My Jerry Amico Shot. Ronny Stephens, to some lucky person, my morn- ing schedule. Dick Tannert, my good times, to anyone who is bored. Walter Wilson, my sister Helen, to my cousin Dick. Del Winkelman, to Miss Juve, my sideburns.

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p Officers fa J ' I ff sd- L 1. ff' Y X ,Y -im 'H Cecilia Mendiola, president, Veronica Brett, treasurer, Dorrine Kandes, secretary: Clay Dietrich, vice-president. At the beginning of the year, our class president, Cecilia Mendiola, appointed committees to select the class flower, colors, and motto. From the several combina- tions submitted by the committee, the class made the following choices: Class flower-American Beauty Rose. Class colors-Scarlet and Grey. Class motto- We shall be what we make ourselves. We Bequeath We, the seniors of 1950, having arrived at the peak of perfection and in a pure state of mind proclaim this last will and testament to those remaining in this fair in- stitution. Therefore, with due consideration, we hereby leave these traits to the following: To the juniors: We leave our resurfaced desk tops in 303. To the sophomores: We leave our sense of humor. To the freshmen: We will our attitude and good times. To Junior High: We leave our ambition and ability to be seniors. Pat Baker wills her love for chemistry class to Harold Baker. Mary Banjazek, my love for office practice class to Nancy Delin. Dorothy Bender, to John Watt, my glasses. Lois Boggs, to her brother Gerald, her seat in 303. Dona Born, my neat locker to Janet Schwenk. Veronica Brett, my good parts in plays, to Carol Bassett. Polly Bromelow, to any girl who can stand it, my trigonometry class of boys. June Chalker, to Frances Nagella, all my lace blouses. Marian Chechak, my Worn out notebook, to Eleanor Westfall. Jean Ann Culler, my red gym suit, to Sue Canfield. Barbara DeLuca, to Virginia Kohl, my second year French book. Doris DeSimio, to Cleon Wilson, my weight and opinion book. Mary Ann Dobroski, my locker mirror, to some lucky junior girl. Dorothy Edwards, my love for bookkeeping, to anyone who Wants it.

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