Blanchester High School - Brown and Blue Yearbook (Blanchester, OH)

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M444 7066! I, Ann Irvin, bestow my short curly hair to Ruth Ann Cook. I, John J. Jones, will my curly hair and manly physique to Tom Garter. I, Patricia Kelly, convey my ability to mess up the attendance records to anyone who is capable of doing it as well. I, Mercedes Kissick, will my lost possessions to anyone who can find them. I, Harry Ledford, will my automobile to anyone who has strength enough to crank it. I, Mildred Long, will my height to Edna Allen. I, Eugene W. Lucas, convey my height and ability to get along with coach to Tony Hodgeman. I, Robert Magill, will my ability to arrive at school after the nine o'clock bell, without being caught, to Paul Bock. I, Willodene Moore, will my ability to copy in shorthand to anyone dumb enough to try it, provided we have a new commercial teacher. I, Harold W. McLaughlin, will my curly hair to Ronnie Whitacre. I, Bette Jane Patterson, bequeath my height to Tom Brown. I, Samuel Plear, will myfalgebra Il ability to some unsuspecting iunior. I, Joan Ruscher, will my position on the softball team to my sub, Ellen Bright. I, Betty Ruth Satterfield, leave my sewing ability to the seventh and eighth grade. I, Mary Esther Shaffer, will my wise-cracks about George Roby to George Roby. I, Lewis W. Shank, bequeath my dram-atics ability to Charles Plummer. I, Jimmy Joe Smith, will, bequeath, leave, and convey my forwardness with girls to Bob Zengel. I, DeLoris M. Snider, will my sewing ability to Mrs. Chance so she won't have to ask so many questions about sewing. I, Barbara J. Snyder, leave my blond hair, green eyes, and cheerleading success to Carol Schaffer. I, Max E. Taylor, bequeath my good natured ability to get along with children to the faculty. I, John Teevan, leave my wavy brown hair to my brother, Raymond, who I think needs it more than anyone else in school. I, Ronald E. Tucker, will my Willys' automobile to anyone who has got brains enough to drive it and strength enough to keep it on the road. I, Beatrice Valentine, will my softball position to Vera Brown next spring. I, Delma Van Natta, bequeath my daily apple to anyone who likes to eat in study hall. I, Wilma Van Natta, will my future convertible to anyone who is willing to wait. I, Beverly E. Villars, convey my love of horses and cheerleading and also my peroxide hair to Nancy Page. I, Thomas E. White, will my bashfulness to Justin Huber. I, Emma Wierman, bequeath my brother to Charma Lee Creager. I, Jerry Wise, will my position as stage crew manager to Willard Jones in hope that he will work like everything. In witness whereof, we the undersigned testators do hereby set our hand this twenty-first day of May in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and forty-eight. I Betty Jo Griffith DON HARNESS, Editor Ann Ferneau Joanne Foster I Dan Garrison Witnesses 78

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66444 Wd!! To Whom It May Concern: We the members of the Senior Class of '48, being of sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath, convey, will, etc., our last wordly possessions to the following to wlt: We the Senior Class of l948, will -all of our intelligence to Justin Huber, the Sophomore genius. I, James A. Agin, leave my harmonica to Mr. Blatt. We, Margie F. Boyd and Edna K. Logsdon, will our similarity in looks to Emogene Davidson and Martha McConnell. May you also confuse the teachers-especially Miss Smith! I, Vera F. Brown, bequeath my continuous hair combing to Bonnie Walker. I, Clayton Brumfield, leave my bass voice to Bob Weidner. I, Daryl V. Cadwall-ader, leave my height to Bill Roby. I, Lloyd L. Caldwell, will my 1925 Ford convertible to anyone who knows the brake .rom the clutch. I, Virginia R. Charleston, do hereby bequeath my stale bubble gum, which may be found under any of my desks, to anyone needing the iaw exercise. I, Donald W. Conover, will my attentlveness in Mr. Chance's health class to Ross Allen. I, Garland Crawford, leave all my fish hooks, fishing poles, galoshes, boots, and worn out note books to Jim Starkey. I, Betty Lou Culberson, will my restlessness in every class to l.ols Mahlerwein. I, Pauletta Davidson, will my glasses to 'anyone who can see through them. I, Gertrude Davis, do hereby bequeath my ability to raise a disturbance in short- hand class to anyone who has the nerve. I, Anne Dewey, will my typing speed to Vera Brown. I, Richard Lee Dewey, leave my comb 'and goose grease to Donald Weidner in hopes he will use lt instead of his egg beater. I, Doris Doughman, will my gum cracking in shorthand to anyone who can get away with it. I, Dorthy Doughman, will my recipes in home economics to anyone who has an antidote for poison. I, Evelyn V. Fawley, will my giggles to Barbara Dunn. I, Ann E. Ferneau, will my big eyes to Marlene Walsh. I, Joanne Foster, bequeath my love for men to Shirley Chance. I, Clarence France, leave my wavy hair to Jerry Leckie, provided he gets it cut at least once every six months. I, Dan Garrison, will my hunting ability plus three coon hounds, to Mr. Chance provided he doesn't hunt out of season. I, Betty Jo Griffith, do hereby bequeath my dopey sense of humor to anyone who can stand lt. I, Irene Groves, leave my position in the office, first period, to anyone who will take everyone off the absentee list. I, Donald Harness, bequeath all my photographic knowledge to my successor Bobby Fernevau. I, Paul S. High, bequeath my superb build and my ability to warm the benches ln athletics to Jim Dorsey. I, Edna Mae Hill, bequeath my ability to get diamond rings to anyone who has sense enough to keep them. 27

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5444 N THE YEAR OF 1968, in an exclusive district of New York, we find two middle aged proprietors of a vey select tea room. These two women, Edna Mae Hill and Willodene Moore, were preparing to take a cross country trip. During their absence, the tea room in New York was to be entirely redecorated by an old classmate, Jimmy Joe Smith, who had gained international fame as a decorator. intending to go by airplane part way, they boarded a bus headed for the air- port. Much to their surprise, they found Katie Stone lnee Wiermanl operating the bus for her sick husband. They arrived safely at La Guardia Field, where they entered an airplane en route to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. At the plane door they were greeted by an old friend, Ann Ferneau, the hostess. She told them that they were fortunate in having as their pilot, Thomas White, who had an enviable record for safe flight. They had a comfortable trip to Pittsburgh. In this city they had planned to buy a car in which to continue their iourney. At the Tucker Automobile Sales Room, they were introduced to a former classmate, Ronald Tucker, who was the general manager. He was so delighted to see them that he gave them a one percent discount on their cash purchase of the newest iet engined car. ln less than an hour, they reached Columbus, Ohio. Here they stayed over night because they wished to see the Ohio State Fair which was then in session. looking at the annual horse show, held in the Colosseum, they spied a beautiful palomino, being ridden by a blonde, who by the way, was Beverly Villars. They found out from her that she was living near Sandusky, Ohio, and training her own herd of thoroughbreds. When the horse show was over, they roamed the fair grounds and were surprised to see Harry Ledford loaded down with five children, all wanting candy and ice cream. They learned he had a rich farm near Sabina, Ohio, and was doing quite well. Edna Mae and Willodene arose at lO o'clock the next morning for their breakfast. When they finished visiting Columbus, they drove toward Cincinnati, stopping at good Ole BIan, their home town. They were astonished to find that Blanchester had become quite a hustling city, and the citizens had to employ the use of street cars and buses to get to the downtown business districts. On the corners of South Broadway and Main, they noticed signs indicating that Vera Brown had become a successful pharmacist and was the owner of Walker's and also Spence's drug stores with a dapper middle aged man named Max Taylor as general manager of Spence's. Anne and Dick Dewey had taken over their fathers' business--once qulte profitable. Dan Garrison was situated very neatly amidst thousands and thousands of chickens -lt seems he had a hatchery, but the sales were slow. Two days later, they left for Cincinnati and continued through to Indiana. As they were crawling along at two hundred miles an hour, a traffic cop appeared from nowhere. He was none other than James Agin, who told them they were a nuisance to traffic going so slowly, but he let them go on without any ticket. A hot radiator caused them to stop at a filling station in Illinois to get water. A 29