Berkeley Springs High School - Arrowhead Yearbook (Berkeley Springs, WV)

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WE. THE CLASS OF 1956 being of sound mind and memory, do make, ordain, publish and declare this to be our LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT Phyllis Alderton wills her long red fingernails to her -i-trr. Iva Lou Alderton. Jack Allen bequeaths hi alarm clock to David Roman so he can stay awake in chemistry class. Douglas Ambrose leaves his corny jokes to anyone who ha- the nerve to tell them. Jean Arbogast wills her baton to Mary Jo Dawson. To Wanda Davis. Dixie Arnold leaves her 19 inch waist line. David Bohrer wills hi- Ford convertible to alter Beddow. So the junior class may take a voyage next year. Marie Burke will- the wave- in her hair. A bottle of Ceritol i- left to Steve Penwell by arnell Burkhart. Emmett Capper bequeaths all hi- broken hearted girls to Frank Payne. To Jo Ann Shanhoitz. Carole Catlett leaves her counterfeit drivers license. Tex Clark leaves his interest in -ports to Edward Sonnenberg. Lester Potter is bequeathed two obi tire and a battered fender by Ronald Clatterbuck. Evelyn Clem leave- her bubble gum to Janet Ri-inger so that she may use it. To Gale Smith. Lewis Close wills his battered bike, so he will no longer have to hike. Shearl Close's ability to play ba-ketbail i- bestowed upon David Hofe. Jacki Cooper will- her ability to make straight A’- to Juanita Jenkins. The brown eyes and curly hair of Ann Crone are willed to Judy Van Gosen. Mary Jo Crouse leaves her out-of-town beaus to Shirley Rhoe. Larry Davison just quietly leave . Janet Divelbliss will- her -oft voice to Pat-y Swaim. Guy Farris wishes to leave hi- position on the baseball team to Lloyd Fredrick. Shirley Fisher give- her typing speed to Jean Stotler. Esther Frazier bequeath- her math ability to Denni- Neely. To Rosemary Davison. Virginia French wills her battered student council notebook. Peggy Hawvermale leave her ba-hfulness to Betty Lnger. Retha Heironimu- leaves her position on the yearbook -taff to anyone with a full bottle of a-pirins. Marlene Heironimus will- her bun-en burner to Billy Avey. To Phyllis Bohrer. Chlorene Henry leaves her -treak of blonde hair. Leroy Hile- bequeaths his jitterbug -teps to Dennis McCumbee. Jean Householder wills her gla-ses to Loi- Hoopengardner hoping she will find some use for them. To Pat Somers, providing -he has a bottle of smelling -alts. Anna Jo Hovermale wills her position as drum majorette. Raymond Hovermale bequeath- hi- Ford V8 to Thoma- Miller so he may join the hotrod parade. Roy Koontz bequeaths his corpse to the biology class. To Julian Daw-on. Douglas Lutman leaves hi- trumpet, so that he can make next year's band really click. Josephine Lutman bequeath- her laugh to Geraldine Beddow. To Nancy Fox. Kay McBee wills her long brown hair. Marian McBee wishes to bestow her journalism paper- upon E-ther Goller. To Butch Burkhart. Jim Merica leave- hi- football uniform. To Emma Mae MichaeL Linda Merica bequeath- her shortness. Larry Miller leaves all the stray part- from his car to Claren Sheets. To Shirley Hovermale. Loi- Jean Miller bequeath- her noisy chatter. Nancy Noah leaves her two years of French with Virgil Ruppenthal. Valter Peck wills his freckles by the bushel to Carole Webb. Patricia Risinger leaves her sister here for two more years. To Nancy Corbin. Kitty Shriver leave- her favorite old school yelL Carol Somers bequeath- her «mile to Joan Stotler in hopes that it will bring her luck. To Ralph Johnson. Gene Spears will- his -ouped up Buick a- soon a- he gets his 57 Cadillac. The ability to stay out of trouble is left to Dale Hosterman by Jack Stotler. To Barbara Sbeppbrrd. Alice Tritapoe wills her dimple-. Fred Vanorsdale leaves his ability to misunderstand the English teacher to Lewis Avey. Wanda Wachter bequeath- her naturally curly hair to Peggy Wharton. To Sy lvia Dawson. Sylvia Werdebaugh will- her expression “You Know Armeta Whisoer wills her height to Phyllis Jean Swaim in hope- that she will benefit by L To Rose Marie Lutman. Ruth White bequeaths her quietness. Margella Widmyer leaves her trombone to Richard Foreback so he may help next year's band. Wayne Zaler wills his ability to drive a motorcycle to Richard McManus. Witness: Father Time Seal I Senior Class of 1956

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NEW YORK TRIP Forty-nit seniors left May 9 for a three-day educational tour of New York City. Accompanying the students were Mrs- Mary Harris. Mrs. Mary Rockwell, and Mr. A. P. Rider, members of the high school faculty . Travel arrangements were made with the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad Company. The class left Hancock. Maryland, at 8:55 P.M. on Wednesday and arrived at the Victoria Hotel in the heart of Tiroes Square, at 6:00 the next morning. During the stay in New York the students visited the United Nations. Radio Gty Music HalL St. Patrick's Cathedral. Channel Cardens and the RCA Building. Everyone enjoyed the cruise around Manhattan Island which gave the clasts a chance to see Yankee Stadium, the Statue of Liberty, and New Aork Harbor. The seniors arrived in Hancock. Mary land at 1:00 A.M.. May 13. tired and happy to be back home.

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY By Virginia French My heart was in my throat when I received the telephone call telling me that I had won a local radio contest. The usual prize was to grant the winner of the contest his favorite wish, and mine was to see each of my high school classmates once again. Mr. Leroy Hiles, president of the Citizen’s National Bank and sponsor of the radio show, met me at the Cherry Run Airport early the next evening and accompanied me to the first stop of my trip which was Washington, D. C. The flight was short and quite enjoyable as Leroy and I talked of old times. As I stepped off the plane at the National Airport, I ran into Raymond Hovermale who was to accompany me on my tour of Washington. As we entered the lobby of the Statler Hotel, of which Raymond was manager, I was surprised to see the former Chlorene Henry seated at the information desk. She sent me into the dining room where her friend, Josephine Lutman. was employed as head waitress. This was the first chance I had had to talk with these girls since we were graduated ten years ago. We drove from the hotel to the very cute apartment shared by Wanda Wachter and Kitty Shriver, who were both secretaries in the Pentagon Building, and there spent the afternoon talking about our high school days. That evening Raymond and 1 drove across the city to the small modern homes of two more old chums, Carole Catlett and Linda Merica, who were both married and rearing lovely families. As time was moving swiftly we did not stay long. For my last visit in the nation’s capital we drove across a beautiful newly constructed bridge which was designed by Douglas Lutman. At the end of the bridge was Doug’s home which he had also planned. As Doug and his family were just ready to retire we tarried there only a few minutes. What a day it had been! I felt as gay and carefree as I had ten years ago as a student in B.S.H.S. On our way back to the airport Raymond told me my next stop would be Chicago, Illinois. It was just daybreak when the plane landed and I was quite pleased to see Jack Stotler waiting to accompany me on my tour of Chicago. As we stood there chatting, the pilot of the plane stepped down and joined us. It was Wayne Ziler who had finally decided planes were much swifter than motorcycles. From the airport we went to a Hot-Shop for breakfast. The interior decorations of the restaurant were beautiful and I learned from my waitress, Alice Tritapoe, that the place was owned by Fred Vanorsdale. As we were giving our bills to the cashier, Miss Wilma Harden, who should we chance to meet but Armeta Whisner who told us she had married a Texas oil man and was currently touring the world. During the afternoon I played bridge at the home of Jacki Cooper. While awaiting the arrival of other guests Phyllis Alderton, Evelyn Clem, and Carol Somers who lived nearby with their families. Jacki switched on the television set and I recognized the voice of Douglas Am- brose, the singing idol of teenage girls all over America. After our departure we walked around the block to the apartment of Retha Heironimus who was also married and rearing a family. She seemed quite upset because Anna Jo Hovermale had been involved in an accident which took place in her private laboratory while she was attempting to improve the H-bomb. However, when I visited the hospital and talked with Dr. Varnell Burkhart I had no doubt in my mind as to Jo’s recovery. Dr. Burk- hart had assigned his five most capable nurses, Ruth White, Jean Arbogast, Nancy Noah, Peggy Hawvermale, and Esther Frazier to her floor. I talked a while with Esther who told me that her husband, L. P. Close, would begin coaching at Maryland University next fall. In the hospital lobby we stopped a few minutes to talk with the secretary, Lois Ann Crouse, and to chat with Jean Householder who told me her husband was a patient there as a result of a recent quarrel. The next morning I was on my way to New York City. The flight seemed long and I was glad to arrive there and find Tex Clark waiting to guide me through the city during my stay. We stopped by a clean little drug store along the street where Lois Miller waited on us and we learned that Mary Jo Crouse was the proprietress. Every- one was so busy reminiscing that time seemed to fly and we almost missed the smash comedy hit on Broadway which we had planned to attend. The stars were the former Dixie Arnold and Emmett Capper so immediately after the presentation ended Tex and I went backstage to chat with the actors. From the theatre we walked a few blocks to the apartment of Sylvia Werdebaugh and her husband, George. Sylvia was busy doing the laundry and George Jr. was causing quite a riot. Our next stop was the Empire State Building where the former Shirley Fisher was employed. We talked for quite a while and then drove across the city to the home of Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Clatterbuck. Mrs. Clatterbuck. the former Patricia Risinger, was quite busy rearing the baseball team of which Ronny had always dreamed. Soon after we arrived, Ronny came in with two pals, Jim Merica and Larry Miller. The three were very tired because the Yankees, with whom they played, had just won another ball game. As we left I was surprised to see Larry crawl under the wheel of a baby blue Cadillac. Before leaving New York I wanted to visit a few of the dress shops so Tex directed me to a very cute shop which was owned and managed by Kay McBee. I quickly recognized the stylish blond wTho greeted me as Margella Widmyer. At the airport that evening 1 thanked Tex for the lovely day and boarded the plane for the journey back to West Virginia. As we passed through Winchester, Va. the next day we stopped at the raceway for a few minutes and I heard the announcement that the winner of the last race, Gene Spears, had designed his own automobile. Of course, that wasn’t surprising. No motor company could ever put anything on the market fast enough for him! We had arrived at the track just as the crowd was leaving and I saw several of my school chums in the crowd. Marlene Heironimus stopped long enough to tell me that she had married Eston and was working as a dietitian at the hospital. Later 1 saw Larry Davison who was angry because his racer had broken down at the last minute before the race began and he was disqualified. We finally arrived at Berkeley Springs and I could hardly believe some of the changes which had occurred in just ten years. As my taxi driver, David Bohrer, pulled into a service station owned by Walter Peck, I saw two small children playing in a lawn and knew at once they were the children of Walter and Doris Carlisle. Suddenly Marian McBee and Ann Crone drove up in one of the new cars which they were currently selling. Our next stop was the high school. As we parked the car I saw Guy Farris coaching the baseball team. I went into the old school building where Jack Allen, the Vo-Ag instructor was working and met Roy Koontz, the math instructor, lecturing a small boy because he hadn’t turned in his math assignment. Our last visit was at the quaint home of interior decorator Janet Divelbliss who invited me to attend a dance with her that evening. There was a huge crowd in the large dance hall which Shearl Close, the orchestra leader, had designed himself. Singing with Shearl’s band was Marie Burke, now Mrs. Donald Bohrer, who was taking a leave of absence from the Met. I was very tired that night as I crawled into my own bed once again, but was happier than I had been in ten years. My wish had been granted and now I was going to try to dream it all over again.