Centralia High School - Centralian Yearbook (Chillicothe, OH)

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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

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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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Qfflrrl, W if-H213 n '.',,4js.' CLASS PROPHECY icon'tJ The man about town and the favorite of all the youngsters is Ronald beasure. His secret is that he is trying to get that old game of pingpong bouncing again. Since Del Rio was having their annual county fair, I thought I might just as well mosey over and go through it. The first thing I heard was someone yelling Kisses, only one-dol1ar . When I saw who it was my eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets. It was none other than Phyllis Seymour running that kissing booth. Knowing that Don Herron also lived in this town I asked Phyllis where he was. She told me that Don was in Philadelphia helping the top men of the country patch the Liberty Bell. I thought I had better leave Del Rio and head for home. I bought a newspaper to read while I was waiting for the stage. Right on the front page it said, Rona1d Uhrig, heir to billion dollar industry, gets divorce from loth wife and is looking for prospect No. Il. While waiting to cross the Mississippi River I noticed a showboat being built. Being interested in showboats I walked over. Looking over the building of the boat was Charlene Neff, who is Mrs. Don Holdren. She told me that they own the largest showboat on the River. She also told me that Wanda Chester is now the Queen of the Showboats. Iwent aboard Char1ene's boat and to my sur- prise I saw Maye Jones sitting behind a table dealing out the cards for a game of poker. She is the head dealer on Char1ene's boat. I went down the river to New Orleans where I ran into Donna Pritchard getting off the boat from Rome, Italy. She tells me she has been writing poetry. Her most famous work is The First Mile. I then started homeward once again. About a half a mile from home my horse looked a little ill. I took her to the nearest veterinarian, who to my surprise turned out to be Patty Hafer. Patty, by the way, is one of the foremost veterinarians in the country. Her able-bodied assistant is Lloyd Prickett who is one of the finest male nurses in the country. I then finished my trip home and intend to spend the rest of my days in my little log cabin on the hill. Written by: Charlene Neff Willard Kuhn John Meeker Carl Shaw fl gs' if f EMC Q X X X W f ? Z? Q- . ,.-- Z-if fx ,7 I - '34 1, . a . 7 ' X 'ff 9' S-is 'l ' 'D '- il 4 X I ., X f X .I 4 ' S x A! A R, w ' Xi N W