Chatfield High School - Tiger Stripe Yearbook (Chatfield, OH)

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Senior Class Will We, the members of the Senior Class of 1956, being of unstable minds and weak bodies do hereby publish this, our last will and testarnent. To the school, we leave our intelligence and fond memories. To Mr. Biggs, we will a senior class that will not argue over class decisions. To Mr. Maxwell, we will a basketball team of boys 6'7 . To Mr. Smith, we will a shop class that doesn't lock the door. To Mr. Trumbull, we will a whole new .order of chemistry equipment. To Mrs. Weisenauer, we will a choir that puts their feet on the floor. To Mrs. Durbin, we will an English Literature class that can understand the works of Shakespeare. To Mrs. Geissman, we will a new class in secretarial practice that can pronounce the word dictionary correctly. To Mrs. Yanka, we will a girls physical education class that does not play basketball as boys do. To the Juniors, we leave plenty of room so they can move up. To the Sophomores, we will our abilities and sense of humor. To the Freshmen, we leave the happy memories of initiation, hoping they will not have to experience it again. 1, Larry Vredenburgn, will to Allan Clady my duals so Helen can hear him coming. I, Jim Leuthold, will my Business Arithmetic book to Mrs. Geissman providing she refers to it in keeping the internal account records. I, Bill Eicher, will my ability to have fun in class to Mrs. Yanka providing she shares it with the class. I, Gary Srnith, will my brains to Eunice Zucker so she can graduate with the class of '56 I, Carmen Heiser, will my co-op arguments to any poor soul who is willing to present them better than I did. I, Leonard Kocher, will to Allan Clady a flashlight so Helen and he don't need to sit in the dark in front of our house. I, Robert Kalb, will to Walter Hill a la.mp so he doesn't lose his head. I, Jack Kirby, will my ability to start an argument in class meeting to Floyd Mollencopf. I, Ches Long, will my ability to go with girls to Robert Zucker providing he uses it. 1, Paul Beal, will my deepest sympathy to anybody who drives anything but a Ford. l, Carolyn Schifer, will a French Dictionary to Mary Sue Ross, so that when she writes to her French boy, she will have a wide selection of words. I, Ruth Schwemley, will to Joy Sand all the sailors except one! I, Margaret Ross, will my first trumpet chair to Rosy Volk, providing she can play the chromatic measure in the song, The Nutmeggers . I, Marilyn Auck, will my knowledge to Linda Auck so she can finish school in the next three years. I, Roger Rothhaar, will my tardy slips to Jim Kalb. I, Silas Beal, will my presidency of the senior class to Rosy Volk. I, Ron Sand, will my false teeth to Mark May. I, Tom Clinger, will my dimples to Ronnie Long so he can get a girl. Signed, sealed and witnessed this day in May of 1956. The Seniors of 1956 ' ----by Gary Smith

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new superintendent. Officers for the junior year were: President, Silas Bealg Vice- President, Margaret Ross, Secretary, Carolyn Schiferg Treasurer, Ruth Schwemleyg Student Council, Tom Clinger. During the year Mrs. Durbin helped us plan our Junior and Senior Banquet, held at the Y. M. C. A. at Marion, Ohio. The theme was South of the Border. We gave a Christmas party for the high school. Our junior class play, The Case of the Missing Heirs, was directed by Mr. Trumbull. Finally we were seniors. It was a long hard climb, but all of us made it. Class officers were: President, Silas Beal, Vice-President, Margaret Rossg Secretary, Carolyn Schiferg Treasurer, Ruth Schwemleyg Student Council, Paul Beal. At the first of the year, the freshmen bowed to us at initiation. To make money we sold refreshments at the Baseball Tourney, and we raffled off Teddy Bears. Our class play, Bolts and Nuts, was directed by Mr. Trumbull. Our class colors were blue and white, the flower, the white carnation, and our motto, Don't Wait for Success, Find It. Baccalaureate was held May 20. At Commencement, on May ZZ, Dr. Cryer of Findlay was the speaker. We wish to thank everyone for being so helpful, and patient with us these twelve years. Finally we have achieved that which we strived so hard to earn--our graduation. Marilyn Auck Class Historian . . J is bb s

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Class Prophecy I'm walking down East Boulevard in New York City to my apartment which is a very short distance from the Columbia Broadcasting Studio where I work. My job--well, I make recordings. My most recent record, Tender Lover is the top song on Hit Parade. When I arrived at the apartment, I decided that tonight, for a change, I would spend a nice quiet evening at home, reading a book. I went to the book shelf and, looking over the titles, I came across my old senior annual. As I paged through it I found myself looking into the faces of the nineteen most wonderful people I had ever known, my class- mates. A tear of happiness came to my eye and the fond memories of twelve nearly for- gotten years surged through my mind. I wondered what each was doing now, and I knew that I must see them all again. The next morning I prepared for the trip. I decided to take a plane to Ohio where I could learn the whereabouts of my classmates. As I boarded the plane, the pilot came out of the cockpit and, to my surprise, it was Gary Smith. We talked for a short time until Gary had to prepare for take-off. I learned that he was married to Eunice Zucker and they had two children. I arrived in Columbus at 9:15 a. m. and began looking for a hotel where I could leave my luggage for the morning. Upon finding one by the name of Kalb Hotel I went into the lobby and sat down. Looking around I noticed two men standing at one side of the room laughing and obviously having a good time. Just then they turned around and I found them to be Robert Kalb, owner of the hotel, and Carmen Heiser. Carmen told me he had been staying there for the past week because he was making some very important campaign speeches. He was running for Governor of Ohio. In talking further with Robert I learned he had just built his hotel, which was ultra modern, and it was doing very well. I extended my Good Luck to Carmen, in the election and had to leave because time was so short. I arrived in Chatfield at ll:30 a. m. and went straight to the school. How happy I was to see the o1d brick bui1ding again. As I walked up the sidewalk, I met one of the teachers, Marilyn Auck. She told me she taught the first grade and that she was teach- ing some of her classmates' children. Among them were Leutholds, Vredenburghs, and Clingers. Marilyn gave me their addresses and after we shared dinner I continued my journey. The Jim Leuthold home was located in the suburbs of Chatfield. I was met at the door by Jim and a dark haired little boy. He invited me in and called his wife, Dorothy QGerhartJ. Jim told me he was a truck driver. As the afternoon was going fast I took leave of the happy family. As I was going back up town I noticed a sign saying, Larry's Gulf Station, 50 ft. I wondered if this could be Larry Vredenburgh and sure enough when I drove into the station there he was swarmed with customers. I waited a while until Larry finished and could find time to talk. He told me he was doing very well and was happily married to a girl from Bucyrus. As Larry was getting more and more customers he had to get back to work. When I was leaving Larry's Gulf Station, a new 1966 Mercury pulled in and, to my astonishment, Tom Clinger got out. He said he was a chemist in the Chatfield branch of Batelle Institute and that he liked his work very much. Tom invited me to his very modern home for supper, and I accepted graciously. After a lengthy chat with him and his wife, Margie, I regretfully had to leave.