South High School - Southernaire Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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Futuristic Reunion Then to the rescue come Drippy Trzosko, who stopped Chief Rain in the Face's pranks. And into the sunshine came Virginia Wlodarski's pride and joys fall 25 of them). Carolyn Smith, long distance operator, received an urgent earth message for June Ungrady. The messoge was overheard to be Ma, Pa's eatin' matches and won't give me none! Immediately June took her private secretaries, Marge Leubka and Agnes lousche, on the eorth-bound rocket, bounced her husband on his head and came back with the Kid. Pot Szemborski, another secretary, decided to hold a hoy ride, to which she invited Richard Hubbard, that well-known ladies' man, who brought with him his harem of secretaries, Dorothy Spiewak, Florence Janko, and Joan Stzyzewski. Don Jojcinovich, alias Macbeth, gave the performance which won him the Academy award that evening with supporting octress Mary Cognata as Lady Macbeth. John Motion and Irene Kubisiak played a duet on the drums which brought down the house tright on theml. The crowd once again retired at the end of the busy day on the moon. In the middle of the night, sleep-walker Steve Nowak went out to meet the Shrimp Boats and shouted to the whole crowd There'll be doncing tonight. So they all jumped out of bed and started the Bunny Hop with Dorothy Cwiklinski leading the line till three o'clock in the morning. Awakening at dawn, Betty Smith heard a low growl, looked out the window, and saw tracks of a man-beast monster, os he mode his way to the snowy cliffs. As her screams echoed through the barracks, George Neundorfer courageously trotted through the snow after the beast with five fingers. Accompanying him was seamstress Rita Donkowski, who was equipped with her pin cushion. Finding the monster, George attacked him with his paint brush and Rita with her pins and together they were able to disintegrate its terrible body. Meanwhile, back home, English teacher Edward Utterback was dictating his new book, English Ain't No More, to his secretaries who were blonde blue-eyed darlings, Shirley Stuczynski and Carol Tokorski. Ron Stack, the man who got married (?), showed Alice Smiechewicz the sights of the Luna City. Suddenly the sky was illuminated as lava poured out from the erupting craters. A monstrous thing emerged to take revenge of the killing of their king, the beast with five fingers. Terrified, all 150 members of the June '53 class jumped on a flying saucer, which just happened to be passing by, end dropped at South High schoolyard where their reunion come to an end. 27

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Futuristic Reunion agreed that necklines should go up and hemlines should go down. The ice was broken and people talked about this and that. It seems the language experts forgot to speak English to those people! Time wer. on and Len Storme, the man who wos graduated {?}, rang the supper bell os he gave out hot tips on the horses running at Randall. Again the group of 150 sot down to eat Ron Zakos, another artist in the crowd, rose to make a toast to announce the marriage of Louis Joklic to that long-woited-for rich widow, Josephine Googenheimer the 85th. Cheers rang out for Lois Simon, who then announced the coming of her eighth set of quadruplets in a few months. The crowd, ofter eating, finally persuaded some people to entertain them. The first ncme yelled for was Madame Bernie Fifi Skufco, who rose and blinked her false eyelashes. She strutted forth info the spotlight where she danced her specialty. Fortunately, Dashing Dan Sielatycki arrived on time to play some COOOOOLL music. His chief violinist, Don Wing, rose and poured cold water over everybody. The party was broken up os Doctor Brysacz Jekyll and Doctor Kenyon Hyde weirdly strode up to ask for a volunteer to test their new invention, the machine of the walking dead. Bravely, football coach Don Frank ordered his left half-back Joe Zumack to step forward. He obediently did as was fold, stepped forward, dropped dead, and walkod, which showed the success of the doctors on their experiment. Night fell and hit the crowd on their heads. They quickly dropped asleep. The next morning found Ron Toncar, head carpenter, building a brand new store for Don Pent-kowski to manage. Don had to have a store because o week ago he had hired Blanche Piosecki os his private secretary. Their store will be colled the Polski Piwo Parlor. After breokfast, the group gathered of Luna Stadium where they witnessed a baseball game coached by that universally recognized celebrity, Frank Butvin. That sensational basketball star Lucille Nawror stepped up to the plate and flied out to Shirley Mokry, that famous female football player, who fockled the boll in mid or. The game was interrupted as the group gazed into the sky and saw Ron Kaczmorek terrorizing the crowd with his antics in his homemade space croft. The game wos called when falling stars injured the umpire, Chester Soukup. His private secretary, LoVerne Neymon, rushed to the scene, slung him over her shoulder and zoomed to the hospital, blowing her ambulonce whistle on the way. Ronnie Schultz, physical therapist, took him undor her care, shoved him on the operating tablo and went to work! That evening the group wos thrilled to hear the music of concert pianist, Roger Havranek, who ployed the Latin version of Caesar's Funeral March on his accordion. The recitol wos interrupted as Frank Knize. olios Romeo Jiggs, scampered down the aisles chasing three more possible members for his harem. The chosen ones were 5ophie Krankowski, a bookkeeper for a bookie; Laura Lee Brooker, secretary to race-track queen Julie Mudrick; and Joan Muszynski, secretary of the Universal Latin Association. The Egizii-Lehecka Draftsman Corporation drew up plans for multi-millionaire Chuck Dolezol's new farm After its completion he held on open house to disploy the wonderful creations of Mademoiselle Pairee Hebert, who decorated the interior of the form house. As Bea Polcyn, stenographer, walked into the gold-plated barn, she was amazed to see expert mechanic Larry Larson milking the cows in their satin podded stalls. Private secretary, Josephine Constantine, couldn't enjoy the comforts of the new foam rubber love soots because she had just returned from a brisk trot. The party was broken up as bill collector, Agnes Bonk, rushed in and said that the lost payment on Francos Semproch's borgain basement mink coat was long overdue. Out of the crowd stepped head bouncer Jeanette Kunze, who escorted Frannie to the County Workhouse, which was in the engine room of the rocket. Owner Dolezol decided this was the last straw. He chosed everyone out and closed the open house. As the crowd disbursed, lashing torrents of rain beat down on the newly-built gasoline station, owned by newcomer, Dave Lawrence. Through the buckets of rain came Arfie Flynn pushing her fifty-ton car. Station attendant Pat Sullivan ran to the rescue with a can of gasoline. Away they went—WHISHHHHHH. But onward pushed General Tom Telzrow with his army of muscle-bound men, holding true to their motto Through wind, through sleet, through snow—the mail must go through and be delivered. 26

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IGast HiU attft wratament I, Carol Slivko, leave my licorice stick (clarinet for someone else to chew on ... To the future students of the American History classes. I, Phyllis Serio, leave my seat to entertain Mr. Shriver . . . I, Mildred Spiroch, leave Mr. Pearl's nerves for others to hove and to hold ... To a future Southerner who loses her keys to her gym locker, I, Joan Motwicki, leave Mrs. Lewis's hammer and chisel . . . I, Leona Schubert, leave my seat in the lab to o future mad chemist. To future shorthand students, I, Martha Smilonich, leave all my leaky ink bottles ... I, Janet Poles, leave a pair of crutches to all the flats with lame brains ... To Jim Dutka, I. Eugene Malinowski, leave my last ping pong ball . . I, Rosemarie Brich, leave my blonde hair to any girl that can afford to buy a bottle of peroxide . I, Diane Eustes, leave my broken-down French horn to someone who can get music out of it. To some deserving (lot, I, Joon Herholtz, leave my job of homeroom President ... I, Lois Simon, leave .................... Thank heavens! ... I, Ronald Stack, leave all my cut slips and ways of cut- ting classes ... To the future electricians of South, I, Louis Joklic. leave the spotlights ... I, Aurelia Formanek, leave all my A's in Art and parties. I, Betty Smith, leave quietly, before someone tries to stop me ... I, Doris Kubes, leave the piano in room 204 for all future German students to bong out of tune . . To Mr. Sutter. I, Anne Hnonicek, leave a set of answer books to be distributed to oil chemistry students in need of them ... To the futuro chemists. I, Barbara Vondrosek, leave all the unsolved equations ... I, Carol Moyse, leave my appetite and third period sandwiches to a deserving underclassman. I, Veronica Schultz, hereby leove South High with hopes that my sisters won't follow in my footsteps . . To Mr. Sutter, I, Pat LaPinto, leave the task of explaining the mathematics of chemistry to his dosses ... To any future sufferer in English 5, I, Dorothy Cwiklinski, leave my outlines of Macbeth . . . I, Corole Trzosko, leove to Killer McLaughlin a new squirt gun and to Mr. Jenks some peace and quiet ... So that Mr. Pearl will no longer be haunted with What! No Black? I, Helen Svanda, leave a jar of black paint to the ort classes. I. George Egizii, leave the privilege of eoting sandwiches in homeroom until you get caught . . . I, Eddie Seink, leave the school on its originol foundation ... To the flats with athletic ability, I, Jane Borovicka, leave my semesters in leaders ... I, Milton Hintz, leove the idea of taking up a collection for a new pair of glosses for Mr. Bornes ... To any girl who struggles through sowing 5, I, Rita Dan-kowski, leave my thimble. I, Tom Telzrow, leave my cheer leader's uniform for someone to fill ... To Chris, I, Mary Ann Draganic, leave my seat in Honk's; and to South, my little bunny and our gang ... I, Joe Zumack, leave Bob Edelburg the pleasure of getting Mr. Shollcross as a class teacher ... To anyone wishing to catch up on some sleep, I, William Swonsinger, leave poetry in English 4 ... I, Shirley Mokry, leave Mr. Wolanski's boys. Period! . . . I, Donald Frank, leave my torn football pants to a future player ... I, Frank Butvin, leave my positions on the baseball and footboll team to a better ployer ... To all the good little boys, I, Wilbur Sheppard, leave my seat in tenth period detention . . I, Ron Kish, leave my hair style to Dick Pazder-ski . . To all future American history students, I, Cecelia Looby, leave my seat in hopes that Mr. Shriver will be as kind to future students as he was to me. I, Jomes Murphy, leave a well behoved class . I, Lillian Novak, leave my box of Kleenex to any new I OB who needs it ... I, Lenny Szczeponski, leave my pipe to oil the gentlemen that follow me . . . To any girl who has a boy friend in service and wonts to write letters, I, Marjorie Kurshuk, leave my study halls ... I, Frank Knize, leave my seat in homeroom to whoever wonts it. To all underclassmen, I, Arlene Wienold, hereby will all tenth period detentions ... To the future flats, I, Dan Izbinski, leave the erasure fights ... To future nature lovers, I, Shirley Sasala. leave South High's little green halls ... I, Ed Kruszynski, leave Steve Nowak behind for the girls. I, Denis Vonek, won't leave anything. I'm going to take if oil with me . . I, Helen Jasionek, leave South my little Owly ... I, Tom Bodnovich, leave the rings and horizontal bars in the gym for another Monkey to swing on ... To some I OB, now and in the year 2053, I, Frank Hamski, leave my flying books from 1927 and on ... I, Earl Kinsey, leave Mr. Shollcross peace and quiet. I, Ronald Kaczmarek, leave my old locker for the next lucky person ... To all lower classmen, I, Ronald Toncar, leave my mischief-making ... I, Harold Lehecka, will take my terroplone and leave. 28