Archbold High School - Blue Streak Yearbook (Archbold, OH)

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A distinguished classmate, bearing the potato chips, landed in his private helicopter. DeRoyce Hornish, conductor of the Cleveland Symphony, proudly announced that he now plays wayback on the Cleveland Browns between rehearsals and on Sundays before his TV appearance with the orchestra. He is noted in the football world for his extra-point kicking. His beautiful wife, the former Helen Dennis, is now modeling kneepads and chest protectors for the MacGregor-Goldsmith Athletic Company, which was recently purchased by Velda Stutzman. As soon as Barbara Christy arrived, we had a rousing square dance. Barbara is now calling at Mason's Pit, but will soon have to give it up since the speedway opens in a few weeks and she'll have to start driving again. Her wonderful position was secured as a result of her winning the Arion Award. A more refined classmate drove up later. It was Charlotte Eicher, caretaker of Carol Jean Rupp's art gallery. Famous as she now is, Carol Jean's first painting hangs in the halls of A. H. S, Marlene Leu, Secretary General of the United Nat-ions, was flown in her own private plane. Another member of our class is engaged in politics. Tom Lauber, president of the U. U., fUnited Universej, is trying to overpower the U. N. A war is raging on Mars, and Tom Fankhauseris the chiefrocket ship designer. The president's wife, Velda Lantz, is sewing all the space suits by hand. The former Sara Short drove up late in the afternoon in her Cadillac, purchased by her Pulitzer Prize winnings. She won the award for her book THE SHORT REPORT, or INSIDE THE LUCYS, an intimate novel of the lives of these famous women. Her hus- band, Orville Fricke, helped with the inside work on INSIDE THE LUCYS, About 4 o'c1ock, a gaily decorated car with tin cans clanging on the fenders drove up, Out stepped the bridal couple, Alice Mary Roth and Jim Stuckey. After ten years of rtmning, Jim was finally caughtby Alice on a hayride given by the Spinsters' Society, of which Alice was formerly president, and was dragged into Angola. We were all delighted to see Louis Brock, chief ambulance driver of City Hospital. He drove Jeanne Johnson, famed head of the Bluestreak PublishingCompany, and recently elected the best dressed woman in Archbold, to the picnic, as both her limousines were out of commission. Incidentally, the morgue-keeper at the hospital turned out to be Digger O'Dale Short, who accompanied Jeanne and Louis in the ambulance. The pies and cakes were furnished by Betty Seiler, whose Better Baking for Better Living Shoppe netted a cool million last year in Hollywood. Another classmate who is now living there is Doris Gundeng and though she has never been able to break into movies, her picture is on every loaf of Betty's Miracle Bread. We were all at the dock when a beautiful Cris Craft pulled up. Having crossed the Atlanlgic on a raft, Mary Ellen Nafziger and Virginia Sauder felt they could now handle a yac t. Before dinner that evening we all went horse-back riding on the pure-bred stallions which JoanGrime breeds on her ranch in Kentucky. Sally Arcaro Qalias Palmerj rode her champion to victory in the Derby this year. Nancy Short, president of the Central Canadian Truckline, arrived in aspecialsemi with her banker Eleanor Stuckey. After dinner atPotowotami Inn that evening, we danced to the music of Dee De- Groff's Filthy Five - they're from Dirt, not Hunger - and were entertained by the golden voice of Barbara fBabsj Nafziger and the tap dancing artistry of Nancy fTwinkletoesj Ru fer. It was the perfect ending to a perfect day. 19

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CLASS HISTORY Entering A. H. S. as seventh graders, we pushed and plodded our way through the halls for two years, and then - we were freshmen! With the addition of new members from Elmira and Zone, we were initiated into the hallowed halls by the sophisticated sophs. Vengeance is sweet! The next year we initiated the Class of '52! We opened the eyes of the theatre lovers with our outstanding dramatic productions, FlNDERS CREEPERS and THE BABY SlTTER, in our junior year. 'So darn much fun, 'So beautiful, lf we could just do it again - remarks heard while decorating for and the night of our watery Ir.-Sr. Banquet, NEPTUNE'S COURT. lt provided the perfect ending for the year. ln the autumn of 1952, we began our last year at A. H. S., electing Richard Thomas Lauber our president. We were enchanted by the lovely and haunting BLUE HAWAll, to which the Juniors led us for the Ir.-Sr. Banquet. Shortly afterward, we pre- sented our first Senior play, THE BASHFUL BACHELOR, followed by A BROOM FOR THE BRIDE. On Sunday evening, May.17, our Baccalaureate services were held with Reverend H. E. Bertsche bringing us a wonderful message. Kevin McCann, President of Defiance College, delivered our Commencementaddress Tuesday evening, May 19. On Sunday evening, May 24, we departed for our six day trip to Washington D. C. and New York City, thus ending our days at A. H. S. With varied feelings and emotions the class of 1953 leaves Archbold High School to iigurney oug into the world to do their part to keep it forever the wonderful place we ow it to e. SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY The class of '53, having decided at their senior picnic to have a reunion in ten years, met in May of 1963 at Pokagon State Park for their first reunion. When we arrived, Dr. Annabelle Stuckey, B. S., M. D., Phd., D. D. S., D. D., and now assistant librarian of the ArchboldlMc Laughlin Memorial Library had already ar- rived with the hot dogs which she had .frozen after the senior picnic. Annabelle lives meagerly, but comfortably in her thirty room house at Lugbill's with her eighty-two hy- brid cats with which she has been experimenting since her biology days. The cats fill most of the rooms, so Annabelle lives in the butler's pantry. The butler is Donald Kleck, who also has his D. D., and is presently preaching in revival services Tuesday and Thurs- day nights in the back room of the Home Restaurant. These inspiring services feature Buetta Wyse singing her outstanding hymn, lt's Still in the Book. Soon after, Jane Scales arrived with the olives lripe of coursej. We learned that she has divorced Bill Rupp, whom she had married to psychoanalyze and reform, so that she could marry Einstein whose mental level is more nearly her own. She also had just re- vised the week into six twenty -eight hour days. When Bill learned of this, he left the country for his hermitage in Siberia Che likes cold saltj, for he hates everyone anyway. More pleasant news was brought with the arrivalof the successful Paul fYogij Yoder, manager of the Burlington Bombers who have just defeated the Yankees five games straight. Bob QHuckj Berry is his magnificient pitcher who allowed one hit in the first game of the series, but pitched four nohitters in the remaining games. At that moment we were all startled to see a figure in a striped uniform creeping out of the woods. We realized at once that it was our classmate Rollin fBad Boy Budj Beck, whom we hadn't seen since his departure from us on the senior trip. A news flash later in the day reported his escape from Sing Sing. Psychiatrists believe it was his criminal role in the senior class play which started his life of crime. 18

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SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of Nineteen Hundred and Fifty -three, on leaving this institution of learning, being of sound mind and memory do bequeath these valued possessions. Article I To the faculty of Archbold High School we will back your private officesg we 're clear- ing out. Article II To the Juniors we will the courage, ten- acity, and strength that we have left over to bind you closer together during your last year. Article III To the Sophomores we leave the problem of the Junior-Senior Banquet, but wouldn't we love to go through it again! Article IV To the Fres men we bequeath our sophisti- cated and worldly manner, not that you don't know plenty already. Article V I, Rollin Beck, bequeath my faithful vigil- ance to any boy who can wait at the Home Restaurant until the dishes are done. I, Bob Berry, bequeath my variety of cars to John Rich. I, Louis Brock, bequeath my graceful strut to Barb Walters. I, Barbara Christy,have nothing to spare. I, Dee De Groff, bequeath my suave manner to any wolf who might need it. 1, Helen Dennis, bequeath my poodle cut to Mr. Slesnick. I, Charlotte Eicher, bequeath my moldy money to Susie Stuckey, so she and Jack can go out once in awhile. I, Tom Fankhauser, bequeath my sensitive camera to Norman Wingard. I, Orville Fricke, bequeath all my endear- ing charms, with the exception of my eyes to any boy who can utilize them as well as I have. I, Joan Grime, bequeath my love of horses to Janet Myers. I, Doris Gunden, bequeath my Cinderella locks to Loretta Kernig. I, DeRoyce Hornish, bequeath my paranoic complex to Eddie Lauber. I, Jeanne Johnson, am too tired to will any- thing. I, Donald Kleck, bequeath my altitude to the Buehrer twins. I, Velda Lantz, bequeath my domestic a- 20 bilities to Ella Beck. I, Tom Lauber, bequeath my obstinance to any one stupid enough to want it. I, Marlene Leu, bequeath my office ability to Betty Rychener. I, Barbara Nafziger, bequeath my substantial platforms to Doris De Groff. I, Mary Ellen Nafziger, bequeath my seat in American Problems to Ruth Ann Terrell. I, Sally Palmer, bequeath my tight skirts to Donna Ruffer. I, Alice Mary Roth, bequeath my dieting ability to Dee Ann Christy. I, Nancy Ruffer, bequeath my three bids to the Banquet to the Junior girls who will need them next year. I, Bill Rupp, bequeath my chauffeuring a- bility to anyone stupid enough to want to haul Barb and Sara around. I, Carol Jean Rupp, bequeath my artistic talents to Dee Ann Burkholder. I, Virginia Sauder, bequeath my efferves- cence to Susie Fagley. I, Jane Scales, bequeath my gregariousness to the next year Seniors. I, Betty Seiler, bequeath my sunny disposi- tion to Larry Fish. I, Dale Short, bequeath my freckles to Jeannine Croninger. I, Nancy Short, bequeath my natural black hair to Ruth Fagley. I, Sara Short, am too busy right now to will anything. I, Annabelle Stuckey, bequeath my scientific ability to the new Science teacher. I, Eleanor Stuckey, bequeath my neutrality to Fred Gearing. I, Jim Stuckey, bequeath my neck brace to Andy Murbach. I, Velda Stutzman, bequeath my slender frame to Elaine Huffman. I, Buetta Wyse, bequeath my abstinance from all things both good and bad to Barbara Rich. I, Paul Yoder, bequeath my versatility plus to Roger Schantz. Barbara Christy Sara Short