Brookside High School - Leader Yearbook (Sheffield, OH)

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Class Will We, the 1956, graduating class of Brookside, being of wretched mind but sound body, knowing of the terrific effect of our wills on the bequeathed and after incessant thought, do hereby bequeath our wordly possessions in this, our last will and testament: I, Jim Banjoff, will my ability to get along with the girls to Richard Krause. I, jim Blazina, will my long hair to Mr. Barr. I, Irene Biro, leave my hoop skirt to Mr. Sutton. I, Steve Bodnar, will my golden throwing arm to Bill Garrard. I, Eleanor Caley, leave my loud voice to Mrs. Gratchen. I, Marge Chozinski, leave my ability to understand Latin to anyone who needs it, I, Phyllis Cifranic, leave 10 free driving lessons to Clifford Allen. We, Shirley Cromwell and Jean Novotny, will leave together. I, Art DeChant, leave my bashfulness to Dick Bonar. I, Sandra Drompp, will my ability to not get on the honor roll to my brother, Tom. I, Don Emert, will my ability to understand chemistry to Dennis Davis. I, Pat Furhman, will my long hair to Carole Gaborick. I, Mark Gorse, will leave. I, Dick Gove, will my car to Evans Junk Yard. I, Karen Griffore, leave my big brown eyes to anyone who would like them. I, john Hambly, will my motorcycle to anyone who wants it. I, Jerry Hicks, will my football ability to my brother, Bill. I, jerry Logar, leave my car to my brother, Bob. I, Louise Long, leave my gift of gab to Margaret Phillips. I, Deanna Minnich, will my blush to my sister Elayne. I, Don Minnick, leave my bag of patching plaster to the school to fix the ceilings. I, Ray Minsterman, leave my HifY sweater to the TrifHifY. I, Charlene Nemeth, will leave ceramics class sorry that it was only one period long. I, Darryll Nore, leave my barrel of slugs to the underclassmen for use in the school ice cream machine. I, Carol Oniga, leave my ability to carry on the German accent to Cathy Altieri. I, Don Patterson, will my ability as an athlete to all future athletes. fContinued on Page 181 Fifteen

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Class Prophecy fContinued from Page 141 After dinner, which was served by Phyllis Cifranic, the maid, we went to a night club, the Brookside Ballroom, located in Sheffield, Germany. The entertainment was very good which was furnished by two great dancers. doing their bubble dance with colored bubbles. I certainly was surf prised to see Don Emert and Mary Ann Toth under them. Another act that was very good was put on by Eleanor Caley and Dick Slavik, doing their wonderful version of the Beer Barrel Polka. Afterwards, I decided to go home by taxi and to my amazement it was owned by Karen Griffore. While chatting I learned that Marge Chozinski and jim Banjoff, had recently remarried for the eighth time, both solemnly promising that this was their last. I laughed because I knew that they couldn't make a go of it. When I reached my hotel who should be waiting for me but Jerry Hicks and his wife, Bonnie Solomon, with their six kids. I was certainly surprised to see them. They told me that they had just come from visiting Mark Gorse and jean Novotny's mansion which had just recently been bought. When I got back to my room at the hotel, I found a telegram under the door. It was from the airport saying the plane was leaving tomorrow, at 8 a. m. We were on the plane now for alm-ost IO hours, and I was getting awfully tired of sitting. Finally we landed in Rome, Italy. After searching for a modern hotel, I found a crowd of teenage children all shouting. In the midst of them I saw Judy White. She told me that after years of saving she finally saved enough money to take a Latin class to Rome. Where ever you walked in Rome, all you heard of were the Five Dare Devil Drivers. I thought what a thrill it would be to see the World Famous Drivers. Over the loud speaker they named the drivers. They were Don Patterson, Jerry Logar, Larry Wickham, Richard Gove and Eric Sager. I could hardly believe my ears. The races were on for a few minutes and car No. I3 tipped over and the announcer said it was Eric Sager. A young nurse ran out and I knew at once that it was Louise Long. I left the race track after that accident in a hurry. I'was so disgusted and homesick that I went straight down to the hotel and booked passage on the S.S. Havanna Steam Boat for the U.S.A. On the boat I met my two old friends from high school, Don Minnick and Ray Minsterman. As we talked about old times, Don and Ray told me that they were just coming home from an expedition trip in Zululand. After arriving home we bade farewell. As I started to walk to the taxi I thought it was certainly nice seeing all of my old classmates again after so many years. THE END Carol Oniga. Seventeen