Brookside High School - Leader Yearbook (Sheffield, OH)

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Class Will fContinued from Page 15 J I, Eric Sager, leave my water skis and guitar to my brother, Flip. I, Richard Slavik, will my artistic ability to anyone who can't draw. I, Avonelle Smith, will my music ability to my niece, Dianne. I, Bonnie Solomon, leave my height to Sandy Ryder. I, Mary Ann Toth, leave my four years of cheerleading to the Reserve cheer' leaders. I, Dan Walker, leave my height to Mike Moore. I, Audrey White, leave my natural curly hair to my sister, Betty. I, Judy White, leave my good times at BHS to my sister, Kathleen. I, Larry Wickham, will my menagerie of animals to my brother, Ray. I, Barb Wilson, leave my helpful parents to the 8th and 10th graders. To the teachers, we leave: Mr. Barr, a helpful Senior class next year. Mr. Verbanek, a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back. Mrs. Barr, our sincere thanks. Miss Sauer, all the showers the Senior girls didn't take N Mrs. Garber, the key to the ice cream machine during Trifl-Ii-Y meetings only. Mr. Sevits, we the Senior girls will take him. Mr. Sutton, a fire extinguisher and air purifier for use in the Lab Mr. Smith and Mr. Sellers, we, the Senior girls will leave them our names and addresses, hoping they will be used in the future. Mrs. Gratchen, a microphone to save her delicate voice. Mrs. Prutton, a nice quiet home room. Mr. Browning, an Italian styled jersey for next year's football season. Mr. Kolinski, a gold plaque engraved, Silence Is G-olden, to help keep the band members quiet. Mrs. Knorek, memories that the Latin class had back in '54 and '5 5 . Mrs. Shaw, Fred Waring's Pennsylvanians for a day. To our underclassmen we leave: Eighth graders, our ability to get along with people, Freshmen, we leave our athletic ability. Sophomores, our ability to get out of class. juniors, our humility. We the Senior Class of 1956, in the presence of our psychiatrist and fellow cellmates have signed and sealed our last will and testament, this 22nd day of May in the year of our Lord, 1956. P V Eighteen

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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

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