Washington High School - Sunburst Yearbook (Washington Court House, OH)

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T e Class Will of '42 HE LAST WILL and testament of the Senior Class, of the city of Washington, County of Fayette, State Of Ohio, made and published this second day of June, in the Year of our Lord, One Thousand Nine Hundred and Forty-'IHvo. In the name of God, Amen, we, The Senior Class, of the City of Washington, County of Fayette, State of Ohio, of the age of 12 years and being of sound mind 0 and memory, do hereby make, publish, and declare this our last will and testament in the following manner: First: Our most proficient, inspirational, and under- standing faculty. Second: Our infallible reservoir of knowledge. Lp. Third: Our modern building and adequate facilities. Fourth: Our athletic supremacy. Fifth: Our desire to make 'The Best Betterf, I, B. Adams, my be-curled coiffure to Nancy Hyer. I, J. Aills, my King size fig- ure to Dale Tool. I, J. Alkire, my interest in the twirling profession to Jimmy Boylan. I. E. Andrews, my numerous mantel-piece meals and bottles of horse liniment to Claire McDonald. I, W. An-drews, my ability to roll-em in the aisles during my brief stage career to Bob Secrets. I, B. Armbrust, my nimble digits in covering the squeeze-box to any promising amateur. I, R. Armbrust, my Barney Oldfield's steadier nerves on those two-wheel fire buggies to Paris Custer. I, R. Arnold, my skill in whipping to- gether those Stratoliners to Percy Mann. I, W. Ashley, my Krupa style in smoking the hides to Rollo Marchant. I, J. Babbitt, my Wicked ace-em fashion on the asphalt to Eugene Heath. I, L. Bailey, my smooth touch in tickling the ivorys to Helen Ivy. I, R. Baker, my dashing preparedness in applying the neck tourniquet to Dick Hankins. I, M. Barney, my su- preme sacrifice in giving up my priceless net-stockings to supply next year's hoop- finders. I, D. Beatty, my 'Tangora fleetwing phalangesn to Hunter Morris. I, W. Beatty, my ligament-earing ability in keeping a lap ahead of competing thoroughbreds to any prospective cinder-grinder. I, C. Blair, my undying restlessness in always wanting Mofobre to any discontented soul. I, A. Boggs, my unconquerable haziness is always keeping my gas-eater in the fog to Pat Nisley. I, E. Bonnie, my nightly excursions to Eleanor's to any one who appreciates good vocal music as well as I. I, K. Bostwick, my tinkering with mechanical gadgets to anyone who finds time. I, C. Bowers, my title drawing card in the feminine world to David Young. I, G. Bowers, my ability to apply a mean piece of leatheri' to the proper section of the anatomy to John Adams. I, C. Boylan, my Jimmy Stewart-like manner to Bob Shoe- maker. I, C. Brandon, my authority on the preparation of proper delicatessen to Chris- tina Bailey. I, J. Braun, my problem of 'harboring six boys in a room for two at the Neil House to Don Harper. I, L. Brock, my perfected ability in singing 'Carol C53 to Emily Jane to Ronny Morgan. I, F. Brunner, my dainty but educated walk to Randall Worthington. I, H. Burnett, my responsible position at first base to anyone Who can tame those sizzlers. I, C. Callender, my capacity for out Barrymoring Barrymore to Jimmy Gage. I, Evelyn Campbell, my superior rating as ta typist to Eileen McGuire. I, J. Callender, my superman-physique to anyone joining the fleet. I, J. Carlson, my fluent rattling of a modern war-torn language to anyone who wishes to indulge. I, C. Carmen, my winning smile to Jean Everhart. I, H. Cline, my efficient drop stitch- ing and smart styling of woman's apparel to Helen Brown. I, B. Coil, my queenly grace in keeping Daniel in my den to anyone who is game enough to take him. We, F. Cook and F. Cook, our capacity to confuse our favorite song Jim to anyone who has 0119- I, M. Curry, my mounting pile of t'gum toward a new set of tires to anyone in Heed of them. I, V. Daniels, my seat in tithe Deanfs office to Doris Pots. I, A. Davis, my censoring and translating of daily announcements to any one famil- iar with all written languages and a good imagination. I, G. Denen, my Egyptian- Sphinx expression to Donna Jean Chase. I, H. Denen, my ability to be always under- foot to Steve Kellough. I, K. Denney, my new aversion to sherry to Don Harper. I, J. Denton, my trying and grief-stricken days as secretary to a veteran science teacher to anyone who can stand the mental strain. I, D. Donahue, my prevailing baby-features to Gordon Lanum. I, P. Douglass, my tempting supply of Beech-Nut to anyone that

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editor, Cozella Smith, chief assistant, Mary Curry, cartoonist, Jean Wikle, photographer, and Betty Jane Stewart, linotypist. Running in opposition was the 'LDaily Dopev with an all male staff: Robert West, editor, Everett Taylor, assistant, Eugene Orr, cartoonist, and John Lawson, Philip Doug- las, Richard Whaley, and Charles Grimm, the four 'tSuper Snapshootersf' In the press room were Edward Yahn, Donald Donahue, and Damon Hughes. Farther down the row was Coyt Stookey, showing his jewelry to Eleanor Slagle, Dean of Vassar, Margaret Wade, the Swanky Shoe heiress, Betty Coil, buyer for Mar- shall Fieldsg Wilma Jayne Garringer, woman candidate for president, Clarice Loidl, skiing champion, Lila Lee Van Pelt, donor of the Van Pelt library, and June Denton, Olympic champion swimmer. To the left was a scene of an operating room with Dr. L. L. Brock, Jr., performing a delicate cranial operation on the Broadway actress, Arthella Lewis. Jane Landrum, head nurse was assisted by Virginia White, Jean Paul, Roma Roush, Isabelle Hyser, Mary K. Underwood, and Alice Davis. Next was a commercial school with Donald Beatty, ex-world champion typist, as superintendent, assisted by Lois Bailey, Carolyn Brandon, and Geraldine Wilson, Near-by was the Wackum Good High School. In the teachers' meeting I Saw Foster Brunner, shorthand teacher, Howard Burnett, mathematics, Betty Jean Duckwall, Lating June Montgomery, English, Phyllis Parker, French, Madelyn Patch, government, Thomas Buchanan, history, and John Babbitt, science. Farther along I saw the Charles Boylan Bathtub Company executive office. Taking dictation was Marian Maughmer. Gladys Hooks was his receptionist. Busy at the type- writers were John Aills, Charles Bowers, and Marjorie Barney. Other employees were Ruth Wyatt, Isabel Waln, and Anna Varlas. It might be mentioned that Ray Bowers, Kenneth Looker, David Lucas, and Henry Denen were junior executives of the firm. They had private secretaries: Wanda Smith, Edna Mae Penwell, Betty Pierce, and Helen McFarren. In the filing department were Florence and Frances Cook and Homer Tim- monsg in the bookkeeping department, LaVerne Jett and Robert Johnson. In the following picture was The Fly-Away Flying Field, Ronald Armbrust, super- visor, and mechanics, Kermit Kellough, Lloyd Thompson, and Robert Baker who were keeping planes in condition, and co-pilots on the Thunderbolt,'y a trans-continental mail carrier were Ralph Arnold and Luther Greer. Hostesses for this ship were Phyllis Leeth, Doris Plowman, and Evelyn Campbell. The test pilots were Jesse Lyon, Jr., and Daniel Slayton, Coming in on the next plane were Virginia Daniels, the chewing gum queen of '62, and Helen Leeth, runner-up. On the same plane were Helen Tool and Carolyn Blair,, returning from the Congo Jungle of South Africa. In the picture of home designers were Betty Jane Adams, Anna Boggs, Mary Lee Eckle, Violet Wilburn, and Janet Ward. On the opposite wall was Ann Robinson, designer of women's clothing, with Nellie Carman and Harriet Cline assistants. Her customer, Martha Moore, a wealthy heiress, was present. Woody Paul, chemist, who blew up the Woolworth Building in 1960, Was followed by the architect, Charles Rhoads, and assistants: Paul Rush, Robert Shoults and James Steed, who helped to reconstruct it. Next was Elizabeth Andrews consulting Veterinarian Elliot Bonnie, Jr., about her sick race horses. The score in the football picture was 28-0 in favor of the alumni. Among the old gridiron players were Captain Jimmy Alkire, Willard Beatty, Richard Johnson and Eddie Mitchell now pro-football players, John Callender, the spirit of '62, Charles Callender, appointed Admiral of the U. S. Navy, and Robert Lanum, left guard of our high school days. Watching the game were Richard Whited, Notre Dame's coach, and Kenneth Bost- wick, who recently broke the hundred yard dash. Douglas Elliott and Robert Horney were ready to give an exhibition of their twirling routine. Near them stood cheer lead- ers Wilmuth Self, Bonnie Armbrust, Ruby Mae Stewart, and Betty Van Dyne. Farther along were the pictures of two automobile manufacturers, Duane Denney and Eddie McCoy, with their highest paid salesmen, George Spetnagel, employed be- cause of his ability to sell anything to the fairer sex, James Houseman, hired because of his gift of gabg Paul Engle and Jack Flax, demonstrators, Bill Andrews, advertising man- ager, and Robert Morris, foreman of streamlined cars. At the end of the exhibit I saw a huge, brilliantly lighted place, The Lollypopj' with Red 'iKrupa Ashley and his Rhythm Lads. Talented Helen King and Betty James are singing the hit song of the week, 'Tll Bit-e, written by Dick Powell, musical genius of the age. Featured guest artists, Georgibel and Janet Graves, fthe Giggling Graves comedians, and Janice Thompson, ballet and Apache dancer, stand nearby. Waking with a start, I found myself glad that it had been only a dream. JANIS CARLSON.

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Cl'16WS TOPS- I, B- D1-lckwall, my desire to be a nurse to anyone who holds her Childhood stature as well as I. I, M. Eckle, my inner fire covered by my meek exterior to Florence Salyer. I, D. Elliott, my respect and 'admiration for Louies not in the army to anyone who can twirl as well as I. I, P. Engle, my Ufast trot in contracting so many lassies in the interest of conservation to my loving brother Marlyn. I, J. Flax, my dignified and 1311- quid carriage to Bob Allen. I, W. Garringer, my bouncing good health, as typified by my peaches and cream complexion, to Ruth Adams. I, G. Graves, my sudden outbursts that electrify Miss Hutson to Mary Kathryn Bush. I, J. Graves, my precious tall, light, and rugged basketeer to any t'skirt taking care of him as well as I. I, L. Greer, my abounding knowledge of the Rover Boys to Cary Reeves, Jr. I, C. Grimm, my construc- tive 'KYU work to Paul Hirt. I, G. Hooks, my cheaters'l to anyone who sees as Well as I. I, R. Horney, my Grecian profile to Stirling Hayden. I, J. Houseman, my title 'tCas- anovav to Jake Gage. I, D. Hughes, my ability to handle 'thot news witlhout singeing my digits to Dick Campbell. I, I. Hyser, my future skill as an ideal wife to Joan Wilson, the sophomore. I, B. James, my policy of always insisting on Johnson's floor wax in every hospital I attend to anyone who senses a bargain as quick as I. I, H. Jett, my daring bravery on the mat to Loren Briggs. I, R. Johnson, my Hogan to any flashy all-star wanting it. I, R. Johnson, my worthy union I. W. H. Clndependent Women Hatersj founded by yours truly to the wise males of '43. I, K. Kellough, my love for mother nature to Bill Williams. I, J. King, my debates in and out of school to Lloyd Fennig. I, H. King, my ease in torching a tune to Betty Robinson. I, E. Landrum, my ability to master the South American drawl to Dave Ellies. I, W. Lanum, my success in the CSpeakJing profession to three deserving close friends: namely, me, myself, and I. I, J. Lawson, my position as an ace news C0111- mentator over station W. H. S., for The Vitamin Enriched Doggie Wafersi' to Jimmy Hidy. I, I-I. Leeth, my becoming dimples to anyone holding her pre-school figure as well as I. I, P. Leeth, my ability to burn up the key-ways and file-ways to any doubt- ing apprentice. I, A. Lewis, my dexterity in keeping two or three boys in suspense to Carol McCoy. I, C. Loidl, my irresistible gorgeous complexion and my lovely eyes to Joan Wilson, the junior. I, K. Looker, my automotive instinct to Alex Wackman. I, D. Lucas, my willingness to ride those breakers for Old Gloryu to anyone nonallergic to sea sickness. I, J. Lyons, my success in pushing hardware by faking an experienced sales talk to anyone selling bolts by the pound. I, A, Maughmer, my perpetual pounding the keyboards to Joan Powless. I, E. McCoy, my many comfy evenings aboard my Moonlight tread snatcher to Linc Swartz. I, H. McFarren, my popular position as an accomplished typist to Mildred Toops. I, B. Merritt, my strait jacket pose to,Betty Saum. I, E. Mitchell, my rising Star to anyone as shifty in the backfield as I. I, J. Montgomery, my faithful look-out for Bab- bitt-cyclers on the Snowhill Pike to any farmer who has time. I, M. Moore, my weird howling voice to anyone having a good set of vocal cords. I, R. Morris, my Oriental eyes to Russel Davis. I, A. Murphy, my vivacious personality to Phyllis Price. I, L. Orr, my Norman Bel Geddes' tendency to anyone who designs his graphite scratches as well as I. I, P. Parker, my thoughtful manner in giving Cupid a lift to my dear sister Barbara. I, M. Patch, my fading monotone to my dashing brother Elba. I, J. Paul, my cease- less flow of corsages to anyone visiting the capital city as often as I. I, R. Paul, my imaginative way with the women to Stan Mark. I, E. Penwell, my jovial nature and limited stature to anyone in need of them. I, B. Pierce, my typewriter-like remarks to Katie Knapp. I, D. Plowman, my quiet studious manner which keeps me in the better fifth to Lois Cavinee. I, R. Powell, my thorough theatrical knowledge secured by keep- ing Post-ed on modern stage and cinema to Bob McGinnis. I, C. Rhoads, my Paul Brown tactics in tackling those advertisers and throwing them for a roll to Gordon Lanum. I, A. Robinson, my vast wealth of costume jewelry to Gloria Hoppes. I, R. Roush, my sudden interest in conservation to anyone who likes the morgue as well as I. I, P. Rush, my expert mechanical skill to any rookie on tlhe assembly line. We, E. Sanders and M. Sanders, our eternal interests in Dreamville', or Greenfield to anyone who has a heart flutter in this fair city. I, W. Self, my male order to any girl preferring slacks to skirts. I, R. Shoults, my endless Roma',-ing in and out the corridors and up and down the stairs to any undertaker blest with good feet. I, E. Slagile, my newly intensified desire to keep 'em flying to anyone interested in electricians. I, D. Slayton, my title, Heart Breaker to Bob Secrets. I, C. Smith, my continued good nature and my pleasing personality to Alice Lee Montgomery. I, W. Smith, my rating as chief egg collector in the W. B. F. tWomen for Better Farmingj league to any cautious farmerette. I, G. Sfetnagel, my office fever due to my doubtful