Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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History well; in fact, we practically overdid it, as you will recall. With this accomplished and cast aside, the actors were off to a running start on their last year of studies, exams, report cards, fun, friendships, and numerous non-enumerated, but well-remembered, eventful incidents of the year. All this was accomplished under the guidance of Edward Lasko, president; Richard Voelker, vice-president; Patricia Wise, secretary; and Martha Douglas, treasurer. In football we lost not only one game, but also all but two. However, we did much better in basketball. Maybe we, the class, of '49, were not the athletic type, but studious instead. Nevertheless, you could perceive at a glance that there was no lack of enthusiasm, especially on such occasions as the fabulous Chestnut Hunt, held at North Girard Community Park, on October 7th. “I want more meat.” Where's the salad? Who's leading in the baseball game? Did someone say, 'Chestnuts'? These and other remarks filled the air amid discoveries of good food, female football and basketball stars, mountain climbers, and unsuccessful chestnut hunters. This was the day instituted solely for seniors; the day when everyone came prepared for an exciting time and then returned home, sober, weary, and minus the burred treasurer. Let us pause to recall other vitally important scenes from act three. Do you remember Homecoming with Rose Preisel as Queen; the band concerts, still under the direction of Kaarlo Mackey; the Christmas Choir Concert, which added a festive touch to Con-neaut's yuletide spirit; the Spanish Christmas program, in which we spoke such atrocious English; our Student Council meetings; the Senior Girls' Banquet, which proved that a female flock could be a jocund group despite the absence of males; the Senior Play, in which our normally suppressed “Hollywood technique was manifested for the sake of acting a part (speaking of acting, our class certainly has some actors whom we ought to be seeing in pictures before the end of the twentieth century); the Junior-Senior Prom, a colorful evening, just brimfull of fun and frolic; the Class Day in which speakers Richard Voelker, Harold Carle, John Miller, and Jean Mathews participated? Yes, the Senior Year was all a pleasant jumble of numerous, swift-moving episodes. Then with exams at an end and a faded report card clutched in one hand and a gleaming diploma in the other, we made our exit from the stage, almost tearfully, amidst the nostalgic notes of O Hail, Alma Mater gloriously ringing in our ears. The curtain closed on the drama Con-neaut Senior High School Days,” the scenes of which were to remain as beautiful memories of a glorious past. 23

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Senior Class The curtain is slowly coming down on the last act of our select drama entitled Conneaut Senior High School Days.” As we look back over the first act with its tragedy, comedy, and exciting new adventure, we can see our ”126 strong submissively yielding to the commandments and maltreatment of our Dear Seniors. Led by our officers (Elmer Kitinoja, president; Martha Douglas, vice-president; Vivian Gustaferro, treasurer; and Virginia Mackey, secretary), we managed to get into the swing of our new scene and on the way to a successful and thriving career in our first act within the halls of Conneaut Senior High School. All too soon, however, the curtain came down on this act of our drama. After an abrupt silence, the curtains rose again. This time I saw, upon the stage, my classmates who were void of either fear or horror; instead, I saw energetic faces and heard again their robust voices, full of greetings and excitement. It was then a group united in spirit and effort that made up the resolute characters for this act entitled Our Junior Year. It functioned under the direction of Mark Adams, president; Robert Byron, vice-president; Marjorie Daggett, secretary; Barbara Brown, treasurer. This scene was highlighted by a championship in football and a top-notch basketball squad, of which the class of '49 was a part. This class and the entire school didn't seem to have a moment of rest from the beginning to the end of this act. In the middle of the drama, they decided to participate in the Conneaut Capers, a masterpiece of student talent which will always be a part of pleasant and exciting memories associated with Our Junior Year.” In this act, too, our class certainly showed an almost superfluity of talents. What a tremendous amount of work, time, and fun was put into this production! Listen! I can still hear our first-rate band. Did you ever hear a more perfectly blended A Cappella choir, too? Don’t you recall the victorious trips to Kent and Columbus? These were unforgettable experiences for band and choir members. You say I'm bragging. No, we students can never be too proud. These are our school days; this is what we are a part of. These events, along with the Junior-Senior Prom, the Senior Girls' Banquet, and Homecoming helped to make a perfect plot for act two. Then our hearts felt that sudden pang as the curtain closed, pushing back this fun into the memories of our past. We held our breath. Lights! Camera! Action! Would we make it through this final act of our drama? Graduation Day would tell, for this act was entitled Our Last Year in C. H. S.” As we looked at the actors, we noticed a new look of responsibility upon their faces. The reason for this was the huge task of initiating the timid little lambs that had been taken into the friendly folds of Se nior High School. We wanted to do this 22

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Senior Class Prophecy It is 1959. A decade has elapsed since Conneaut's forty-niners had abandoned education of secondary significance, in pursuit of interests of primary importance. Being a victim of an unsatiated wanderlust, I, SONNY CARLE, planned a quick trip to the west coast in search of my bosom pals who had made my life, during those glorious days at C.H.S., such an exciting adventure. The rocket plane I had boarded was the one perfected by DAVE MILLER (the Dave Miller of those well-known flighty ideas). DICK BRUCE was to be the pilot, but unfortunately he had lost his license for excessive speeding. Consequently, ELMER KITINOJA was employed, chiefly because he always seems to know where to go and what to do. Shortly after my arrival in California, I made a tour of the PATTERSON-PECK Circus grounds, owned by the millionaires who had previously accumulated a fortune in their Slick Slacks enterprise. As I meandered about, I noticed a snake charmer plying her charms. It was KARINA MAENPAA! I observed, too, that JANE MORAN and PEGGY HARLACHER were managing the flea cages. RITA MUCHIARONE was there, scarcely recognizable as the Lady on the Flying Trapeze. Accompanying her as personal nurse was BARBARA TUURI. I suddenly heard melodious strains. BARBARA ENGLISH, the native dancer, was very exciting in her costume. (Nothing as was worn by her, back in '49.) LAVERNE WOODWORTH was there selling horse steaks to feed the lions being trained by DELORES JERAULD. (Doesn’t that sound like a roaring profession?) I perceived that GERALDINE MULLEN and NANCY BLEVINS had drifted into the balloon selling business, which appeared to be an expanding trade, too. You’d never believe GERALDINE JULIO would like the role of the tattooed lady, but there she was, looking quite picturesque in her array of colors. Next door to this booth was JOYCE LA-MONT, prattling fortunes in her authentic Spanish. One could scarcely hear her for the boisterous barking of JOHN WADLEY and assistant VIRGINIA BRUNDAGE, both of whom were engaged in selling tickets for the Big Top. As I left the Circus grounds, I was suddenly at- tracted to the peculiar behavior of my little portable. The singing commercial specialist, MARK ADAMS, appeared to be rudely interrupted by some bombastic news flashes. JAMES COOL's escape from the Kingsville Cooler had been quickly detected and his amazing recapture attributed to a most remarkable physical feat performed by Physical Education teacher, JAMES HIETIKKO, who was employed at LASKO's Exclusive School for Girls. Incidentally, PHIL CASTRILLA holds the honorable position of school janitor. All this information I obtained somewhat later upon inquiry into the functioning of this school; and I made other interesting discoveries. This school has but four pupils: JUDY WEAVER and MARY LOU WALTZ, who are still enthusiastic about choir rehearsals; and MARTHA DOUGLAS and PAT • WISE, who are financing their way by working at Rosie's Regulating Ranch and Herman's Hair Haven, owned by ROSE PRIESEL and PHYLLIS HAGUE, respectively. On my way to Hollywood I learned that two of our old friends had attained literary fame; namely, JOHN MILLER, for his dictionary and encyclopedia on the King's English; and LARRY SLODODNJAK, for his newest thriller, The Ohio Deerslayer. In Hollywood, I unearthed Wee WILLIAM PINKERTON, who was almost buried beneath a debris of studio equipment. His newest production was starring NANCY SMITH and that new rave with teen-agers, GARY BUMPHREY BOGART. DONALD RAWLINGS was an extra who was without much extra” in the matters of financial circumstances; so not surprisingly, he was wielding the hand-organ with an organ-grinder’s skill. Guess who was collecting the coin? PAT SOARES! (Enough said!) The latest in popularity and fame among California's night clubs were Sally's Solid Senders with SALLY BIDWELL thumping the big bass fiddle, DOROTHY CONDOR hovering over the drums, MARGARET FERRIO chewing on her licorice stick (that's her pet name for her clarinet), and GLORIA MATE rendering the charming vocals. Another popular feature of these nocturnal notorieties was the devastating duo consisting of Baritone DUANE BARRINGER and Irish Tenor ERNIE WAID. These artists were appearing under the sponsorship of night-club magnate OMER LAUGHLIN, whose fame is more 24