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

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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

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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 pw keep grease monkey appeared. lt was Paul High-two hundred pounds of brawn and muscle. Quite a surprise! They paused a short while in Missouri to hear a political campaign speech by Garland Crawford. After eight years of speeches he was still campaigning unsuc- cessfully for a seat in Congress. His opponent, Don Conover, a Republican by the way, kept getting re-elected because of Garland's speeches. Next they went through Iowa. Willodene decided her hair was a bit wind-blown, so she stopped at the Tired and Taggard, Trim and Trickey, twenty-four hours a day Beauty Shoppe. There she was ushered to a seat by none other than Madame Irene Dupre Inee Irene Grovesi. Willodene was really altered for the better and departed with a beautiful coiffure. They went onward to Sioux City and midway they were shaken up quite a bit by a traffic accident with a trans-continental truck. They were removed in an ambulance, which had trouble getting through all the glass and vehlcle parts. Their car was sent to the You Wreckum, We Fixum service station. At the hospital, where Edna Mae and Willodene lay unconscious, a pert nurse named Boyd-lMargie, that isi aided in the transfusion for Edna Mae. Another nurse, Beatrice Valentine, used miles of gauze on Willodene. The head nurse, Miss Doris Doughman, took time out to visit the aching patients when they recovered consciousness. She told them of her success as a nurse and they relived the good old times when they were mere childish seniors. When the two patients emerged from the hospital, they looked quite different. Edna Mae had her arm in a sling and Willodene looked like a mummy from Egypt. They went to the garage to see about their car. The manager, Samuel Plear, who had made quite a bit of money in his trade, said it would take only another hour or so to complete the repairs. Edna Mae went to a nearby book store to gather some reading material. She picked up a novel named Heaven's Sake by Gertrude Davis, a celebrated novelist. Of course, she bought it for sentimental reasons. She was rummaging through some poetry and found some articles by a poet named Delma Van Natta, of all people. Naturally, she bought that too. When the car was ready, they proceeded on toward the wide open spaces. In Omaha, Nebraska, they spent the week end, at a resort called the Sucker's Retreat managed by a little lady in her late, late, late thirties, a Mrs. Cartwight Inee Bette Jane Pattersonl, whose husband had died of paint poisoning. Their rooms were put in order by Mrs. Townsend lnee Mary Esther Shafferl, who was in partnership with Mrs. Cartwright. There they met a celebrity named Betty lou La Year lnee Betty Lou Culbersoni, who was an actress. They sold there was also an old maid, who had two million dollars, rooming there. Her name? Joan Ruscher! What an old home week they had! With regretful goodbyes they started off once more. This time they were going to Running River, Wyoming. A short trip through the surrounding country revealed 30