Westerville High School - Searchlight Yearbook (Westerville, OH)

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SEVENTH GRADE Allen, Carolyn Andrus, Virginia Arn, Robert Arnold, May Belle Ballard, Helen Beck, Jean Boroski, Gardena Braskett, Helen Brehm, Harold Budd, Murna Burton, Edyth Butts, Edward Cahill, Clifford Calkins, Elizabeth Carson, Richard Carter, Richard Chenoweth, Catherine Cherrington, Margaret Conway, Preston Cox, Maxine Cox, Robert Davidson, Edith DeMent, Irvin Demorest, William Elliott, Dean Farnlacher, Carl Foster, Samuel Frye, Jean Fuller, Dean Fuller, James Geiger, Lillian Goodwin, Harry Groves, Robert Hager, Albert . . .- ' ',i.' Hall, Robert Harp, Robert Heath, James Heischman, Ralph Hitchcock, Robert Hodgden, James Hoff, Helen Hollis, Clark Hoskinson, Dorothy Hunnell, William Irvin, Ambrose Justus, Margaret Kaiser, Paul Karg, James Kuhn, Ruby Kuhn. Oren Lightfoot, Medreth Long, Pearl Longhenry, William Lust, Mildred McArdle, Eileen McCollum, James McKinley, Betty Jane McLean, Robert Mays, Eugene Miller, Harry E Miller, Herbert Miller, Jack Moody, Floyd Moore, Paul Morris, Robert Murphy, Gwendolyn Noble, Juanita Noel, Charme O'Reilly, Agnes Advisers: Miss E. Whitney and Mr. 28 Parrish, Lois Patterson, Eugene Patton, Junior Paul, Martha Perry, Paul Phalor, Joy Pomeroy, Esther Powell, Dick Rammelsberg, Mary Reiselt, Margijane Rich, Howard Rooker, Ralph Rowland, Roger Sanders, James Schear, Evan Sexton, Mary Shank, Dorothy Slack, Jack Smothers, Lois Smith, Dorothy Smith, John Snyder, Judson Sowers, Richard Stelzer, Bernard Taylor, Eleanor Thomas, Helen Turner, Anna Lou Ullom, Josephine Wells, Junior Whitney, Evelyn Williams, James Williamson, Turney Wilson, Doris Wood, William Zschach, Katherine W. Morris

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PROPHECY Enter: A Knight . . . a fat Knight . . . Lloyd Clark . . . ha! ha! Enter also a charger . . . a skinny charger with fallen arches and a sway back. Why? . . . ??? the Knight. The fat Knight sits astride his skinny charger and strokes where his beard ought to be but ain't. There ain't even peach fuzz. And while he strokes where his beard ought to be but ain't, he invokes his Muse. What Muse? Oh, just any Muse. Oh, Muse, I refuse This charger to use. Oh, give We a steed That's lousy with speed, And one that will do For a Knight in sore need. Amen. No sooner said than done. Enter: a salesman . . . a swarthy young salesman . . . John Rowland . . . ha! ha! ha! Enter also, a Ford V-8 with that skin you love to touch and changeable seat covers. Why . . . ??? for baby, you know. The salesman warily eyeing his prospect draws a deep breath and says, lf you want a real bargain in a car . . Sold. I'll trade in my chivalry for Ford V-8. Oh Musey, old cutey, You've done your duty, And thee I heartily thank. As the Hrst whirr of the motor began, a sinister cloud of magic settled like a cloak. Can extra large cloak, size 62, in factj and he was wafted into the mystic realm of . . . the FUTURE! He sees Irl Mitchelson miserably lying on his death bed. His pretty nurse, Laura Frank, is holding his hand while murmuring words of comfort. Doc. Zimmer, an eminent specialist of psychiatric disorders, appears. He takes lrl's pulse and sadly shakes his head. Irl thinking himself in the throes of Virgil, hysterically shouts, Anna Virumque cano. The doctor significantly taps his forehead and bemoans, In the last throes of dementia praecoxf' fBats in the belfry to you.D The following scene is equally sad. It reveals Dwight Ballenger, a mere scarecrow of his former self, clutching the iron bars of his prison. His lady- love gave him the run-around and then flew the coop and so Smoky is slowly pining away. Do you Wanda about that? The prison bars slowly desolve into the iron gates of a magnificent show place in Beverly Hills. The three servants, Mademoiselles Shaw, Johnston. and Fritsche are sipping rum cocktails and gossiping on the patio. The sound of an approaching car is heard: strange things happen. Gray chiffon, gold sequins and sea-green musseline de soie are hastily torn off. Rum cocktails, 1 l w l 3 O