Centralia High School - Centralian Yearbook (Chillicothe, OH)

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h J., 11:-1 - Q, fs.. CLASS WILL fcon'tJ I, Clinton Ray Holbrook, will my friendship with Mr. Sunderland fPopj to my brother, Clayton, hoping he doesn't get into trouble. I, Charlene Neff, will my ability to be heard while cheerleading to Cherie Arledge, for use in future years. I. Lloyd Vernon Prickett, will my beat up Chevie to Gary Timmons, knowing he will beat it up worse. I, Flora Maye Jones, will my collection of Teddy Bears to the Gooding Amusement Company hoping Bob won't win them back for me. I, John David Greenewalt, will my curly hair and hot-rod Ford to Bob Haynes hoping he will take as good care of them as I do, I, Phyllis Marlene Seymour, will my ability to blush at the wrong time to Nancy Vetter, hoping she won't make too many mistakes. I, Ronald Philip Uhrig, will my ability to get a different girl each year to Marvin Ray, knowing he can if he tries. I, Donna Eileen Pritchard, will my calmness to Miss Bridgewater, hoping she won't have a nervous breakdown in her next senior class. I, Terry Lee Frey, will my ability to loaf on the second floor around the Sophomore girls to Berlin Butterbaugh, hoping he makes out as well as I do. I, Willard Lee Kuhn, will my ability to take care of Senior Business to Larry Jones hoping he will get over his laziness. I, Ronald Eugene Leasure, will my quiet ways to Wild Man Ralph Immell, hoping he settles down a little bit. I. John Waldo Weaver, will my ability to run the mile to Paige Click, hoping it will keep him out of trouble. Written by: Mary Curtis Patsy Atwood Terry Frey John Greenwalt CLASS FLOWER: Yellow Rose CLASS MOTTO: Knowledge comes but wisdom lingers. CLASS COIDRS: Green and Gray

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CLASS WILL OF 1956 We, the Senior Class of nineteen hundred and fifty-six, having come through this, the first of our battles, with shoulders back and heads high, and having adequately prepared ourselves for future contentions, do declare this to be our last will and testament. Article I To the faculty we do will and bequeath our ability to see the bright side of every- Article Article Article Article Article II III IV V VI thing that they might not become too discouraged in the next few years. To those notorious juniors we do will and bequeath our angelic behaviors. To those paranoia sophomores we leave our temperance and moderation in hopes that they may become more like us as the years go on. To those impetuous freshmen we leave all the dark corners we have found, know- ing that they will use them to the best advantage. To all the future graduating classes of Centralia High School we do will and be- queath our spirit of unity and cooperation that they might enjoy as harmonious and happy senior years as we have had. The Will. I, Wanda Faye Chester, will my good looks to my sister Ruth, hoping she will do better in the Miss Ross County contest. I, John Edward Meeker, will my ability to get along with Mr. Schiff to Red Francis King, knowing he can do it. I, Geraldine Elaine Allen, will my slim figure to Patty Bower, in high hopes that she will make good use of it. I, Carl Cliffton Shaw, Jr. , will my ability to ask stupid questions to my brother, Bob. I, Mary Elizabeth Curtis, will my nick-name Hummingbird to anyone who can get around fast enough to keep up with it. I, Harold Russell Boyer, will my ability to tell tall tales to Merfel Conley, knowing he will do well at it. I, Patricia Ann Atwood, will my hot-rod driving to Janie Roy, hoping she won't mow down too many fences. I, Donald Eugene Heron, will my lover-boy ways to Brother Bobby. l, Donna Louise Chaffin, will my ability to say the wrong things at the wrong time to Carolyn Merriman. knowing her innocence. I, Gary Howard Cooper, will my whiskey bottle to Franklin Haynes, hoping he won't hit it too hard. l, Patricia Lucille Hafer, will my collection of engagement rings to Rosemary Seymour, hopin they won't weight her down. 8

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CLASS PRGPHECY OF 1956 Many years have passed by and it is now the year 1976. During that period there has been a great war and disastrous depression. Instead of progress going forward it has turned back until it is comparable to 1876. I decided to leave my home town in the East and travel westward. As I reached Eldorado I decided to write to the folks back home. I took my letter to the pony express office where I discovered that Sherry Allen owned half interest in it because she was the only person who could teach those horses how to run. I was walking down the street and decided Iwas hungry, so I headed for the nearest place to eat, which happened to be the saloon. The posters on the outside stated that the stars were the Mademoiselles Patricia and Mary. When I walked through the door I discovered they were Mary Curtis and Patsy Atwood. I left the saloon and continued to the General Store to buy a souvenir. In front of the store I ran into Mr. and Mrs. Bill Magill, the former Donna Chaffin. We went into the store together and as we were waiting for the boy to take our order, Donna informed me that the store was owned by John Weaver who is also county judge. He is now presiding over a trial. I decided while I was out west that I would visit the Indian Reservation. As I was crossing the desert I ran into an old prospector with his mule. He turned out to be John Meeker, alias Grub- stake . While I was talking to John, a peddler approached. The gentleman, if that is what you want to call him, was none other than my old school mate, Carl Shawg better known now to some people as Bo the Peddler. I finally reached the reservation a few hours later. I will bet no one could tell me who I saw teaching the Indians how to shoot the bow and arrow. It was none other than Jack Greenwalt. He told me that he learned to be an expert from Mr. Fred Schiff's training in 1955. During my stay I ran into another old friend of mine. It was Clinton Holbrook. He was teach- ing the Indians how to milk a cow. He told me he got this wonderful idea from Mr. Sunderland while studying vocational agriculture at Centralia. From the Indian Reservation I went to a little town called Del Rio. Here I met my old buddy Terry Frey. Terry is a very influential man in this section of the country. He owns one of the largest cattle ranches in the state of Texas. He took me up town with him where I met Harold Boyer. Harold is U. S. Marshall of this dis- trict. I hear he is on a smuggling case right now. They suspect that Gary Cooper is behind it, but they can't find enough proof to hang him. I said they because also working on the case is that old Pinkerton Detective Willard Kuhn. Willard is one of the top men in his field, along with Harold