Circleville High School - Circle Yearbook (Circleville, OH)

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When We Were Young 'Emi , Mary Anne McClure - lura and Bill Purdin - Harry Griest. Annette Glass and brother - Kay Graef - Raymond McFee - Lurhita Buskirk - George Johnson Elaine Burkhart - Donald Greenlee - Weta Leist - Joe Smith - Dorothy Chamn. 31

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A Day With The Seniors fContinuedJ As I started to descend the stairs I heard a muffled mumble and, stopping to investigate, found Bev Southward giv- ing her speech on Archaeology and What It Means to You or Don't Laugh -You'll look that way in Five Hundred Years. Betty Stonerock, Carol McCain, Martha Peters, and Leah Pettit were list- ening intently, adding their constructive remarks. Thinking it a shame to disturb such a studious group, I slipped silently down the stairs. Whoops! There goes the noon bell. Every man, or rather tiger, for himself. Here comes Tom Peters on his way to the dairy for his daily quart of milk. Fol- lowing closely behind were Milt Hous- man, Ronnie Buskirk, Dave Edgington, Bill Glitt, and Nick Smalley, yelling that the last one to the Snack Shack had to pay the bill. Just then Barb Barthelmas came car- eening down the stair shouting that she had left her horn at home. Marlane Kerr attempted to console her but they both decided they had better get it before band period . . . so off they went. Lunch hour was almost over but Joe Smith and Phil Wantz were still arguing with Blimp Styers and Elliott Hawkes over air force bases in civics class. I knew it was impossible to calm them, so I con- tinued down the hall. At the head of the Corwin Street stairs I found Mary Cassidy and Avanell Thom- as composing a new cheer, with Margie Oltman urging them on. A little further on, Dorothy Chaffin was addressing anyone who would lis- ten, about the blessings of drivers' train- ing. Some fellow buddies, Jill Moats, Barb Binkley, Chris Weldon, and Jim Fausnaugh, were listening intently but Barb Hoffman was sitting on the floor composing a note in pig-latin to Janet Eccard. Deciding that the entire group was a little off, I stepped into the study hall for a rest. There I found another argument in progress with Fletch Fletcher, George Johnson, and Dud Thomas in a deep discussion over who was the best ping pong player of the three. Over by the windows, Ken Williams and Larry Wing were throwing spit-balls on passers-by below. Jim Palm and Ray McFee had iust been hit and were about to return the favor with mud pies when Mrs. Boggs came to the rescue. In a scholarly mood, Carol Gibbs and Lawrence Garner were working on civics reports. Following my rest, I took a quick trip to the gym to watch Phyllis Cupp's aerial act in action. I arrived iust in time to find Bev Lutz in hysterics. Max Walker had iust slammed the bleachers shut with her on them. Bev finally composed herself when Dona Sark and Nancy Arledge ioined the group. From across the gym we heard the strains of the band with Harry Griest sounding some flat notes as usual. Paul Allison and Bob Scranton had a short race to see who would close the door first. But by the time they returned, everyone had left . . . including me. On the way back to third floor, I passed Sue Mowery headed for the Wayne township bus and Shirley Ward headed for the home restaurant. Yes, the final bell had rung. I said a fond farewell to Jane Wallace, Clara Neff, Diane Mason, Uckie Stocklen and several other dirty, dirty birds. I heard the chugging of engines as Lazy-Jaws Lamb and Jim Arledge roared off in a drag race. The Senior hall was empty now. They- 're gone for good and all I have now are my memories. Good-bye to the class of '55,

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Senior Class Will We, the seniors of the class of l955, be- queath the following to those fortunate enough to receive them. We leave to the iunior class the ability to be the wheels of the student body which you have wanted for so long. We leave to the sophomore class the ability to get ahead since you are considered very ambitious. We leave to the freshman class the ability to follow the other two classes along till you are the privileged seniors. I, JIM ARLEDGE, bequeath my position as guard on the football team to Steve Heeter. I, NANCY ARLEDGE, bequeath my winning smile to Mazie Hunt. I, BARBARA BARTHELMAS, b e q u e a t h my place as solo trumpet player to Fontaine Epler. I, BARBARA BINKLEY, bequeath my long hours ln the A8.P Super Market to anyone who can last them out. I, BARBARA BROWN, bequeath my interests in Wilmington to Patsy Smith. I, ELAINE BURKHART, bequeath my unwav- ering interests in grocery stores to Sandy Van Fossen. I, LURHITA BUSKIRK, bequeath my flaming red hair to Donna Mitchell. I, RONALD BUSKIRK, bequeath my golf clubs to Chuck Montgomery. I, MARY CASSIDY, bequeath my ability to gain weight to Mr. Eberly. I, JERRY CASSILL, bequeath my June Wil- kinson to no one because I want to take her with me. I, DOROTHY CHAFFIN, bequeath my presi- dency in GAA to Miss Davis. I, PHYLLIS CUPP, bequeath my short black hair cut to Mr. Watts. I, GAIL DUNLAP, bequeath my iob of chauFfering the senior girls around to any iunior girl lucky enough to own a car. I, JANET ECCARD, bequeath my long blond halr to Frankie Johnson. I, DAVE EDGINGTON, bequeath my ability to graduate to Larry Lemley. I, BEV ELSEA, bequeath my bass clarinet to Punky Brink. I, JAMES FAUSNAUGH, bequeath my iob In the Grand Theatre to Terry Barthelmas who we hope can focus the movies better. I, RUFUS FLETCHER, bequeath my Spanish book to Joe Hill. I, LAWRENCE GARNER, bequeath my ability to stay in school to Bob Hartinger. I, CAROLE GIBBS, bequeath my basketball ability to my sister, Nancy. ' I, ANNETTE GLASS, bequeath my Chemistry grades to Mr. Marcum. I, BILL GLITT, bequeath my good grades to Wayne Chelikowsky. I, KAY GRAEF, bequeath my place on the George Burns and Gracie Allen Show back to Gracie. I, DON GREENLEE, bequeath my pool table to Bob McClure. I, HARRY GRIEST, bequeath my place in the trombone section In the band to Bob Calllhan. I, ELLIOTT HAWKES, bequeath my nasal voice to Mrs. Pruden. I, BARBARA HOFFMAN, bequeath my sport- ing ability to Billie Johnson. I, MILTON HOUSMAN, bequeath my car to Jerry Wilson. I, GEORGE JOHNSON, bequeath my ability to rattle off Spanish to Eddie Martin. I, MARLANE KARR, bequeath my friends in Circleville to Stoutsville. I, BOB LAMB, bequeath my clear, under- standable speech to Miss Walters. I, WETA LEIST, bequeath my place in the sextet to Lydia DeLong. I, BEVERLY LUTZ, bequeath my big brown eyes to Mary Ann Wright. I, MARGIE MAGILL, bequeath my place in the maiorette line to any short glrl who thinks she can keep up with a tall maiorette. I, PATTY MARSHALL, bequeath my interests over seas to Joyce Brown. I, DIANE MASON, bequeath my ability to be the only girl on the golf team to Mary Jo Smith.