Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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CLASS HISTORY The curtain is slowly descending on the drama of the Class of 1951. During our three years at Conneaut Senior High, we have had moments of glee and a few of sorrow. Let us recall a few of these memories. The house lights dim. The curtain rises; and we see ourselves as lowly “cookies.” During this first act our leading characters are: James Kent, president; John Harris, vice-president; Eleanor Medeiros, secretary; and Helen Pease, treasurer—except for initiation, we spend a quiet year adapting ourselves to this new and bewildering way of life. After a short intermission, we remue our places on the stage. This time we have as leaders: Charles Kille, president; Gary Joslin, vice-president; Joan Walsh, secretary; and Eleanor Lasko, treasurer. This act runs smoothly; then suddenly, an explosion! The smoke clears, and we see the cause of it all: the chemistry class working on a new experiment. We view again our numerous experiences and episodes of importance: the field trips we enjoyed with Mr. Yesso—nine juniors singled out forr special honors when they are initiated into the National Honor Society—Susan Zack’s brilliant imitation of Ted Lewis in the Spanish Club assembly—the several Teen Town dances and super-salesmanship sponsored to finance our most important event of the year, the Junior-Senior Prom—the Legion ballroom, the scene of the Prom, colorfully decorated in the Mardi Gras” theme; we dance under the huge spider-web canopy; during intermission, the dance team, “Bill and Joan,” entertain us with a few numbers. Following the summer-time intermission, we see ourselves as Seniors. Gary Joslin, president; Russell Merlene, vice-president; Barbara Taylor, secretary: and Susan Zack, treasurer; these lead us through the finale—the Senior-Sophomore Party comes to the stage complete with judge, jury, and electric chair—the next event is the traditional Chestnut Hunt at Girard’s Community Park: someone discovers a rare chestnut; the usual football game and good food make the day a success—our precise marching band entertains us during half-time at the exciting football games—Joan Walsh is crowned is crowned queen by co-captains John Harris and James Kent and Gary Joslin win second string honors on the Lake Shore League All-Opponent team in the last year of the league’s existence— Maurice Palo is awarded the fourth annual Ojajarvi trophy at the Football Banquet —“Daisy Mae and LiPl Abner” were crowned at the Sadie Hawkins Day Dance sponsored by the Spanish Club—we all enjoy our winter sports when school closes because of the snow—surprisingly, students brave the wintry blast to attend the Teen Town dances although they can’t make their way to school—Rowe seniors join us to struggle through the rather difficult Scholarship Test—the Senior Girls’ Banquet an evening instituted solely for females, is carried out in the “Mother Goose” theme—the Spanish class sponsors a masquerade ball—the last act passes quickly in the flury of committee meetings, basket ball games, the Senior Tea, various assemblies, Honor Society initiation, Teen Town dances, choir and band concerts and contests, preparations for the “Rhythms of ’51”, the physics trip to Nela Park, numerous track meets and other events—this year, for the first time, noon movies are enjoyed by all—the seniors exhibit their dramatic talents in “Seventeenth Summer’’, the senior play—at the Junior-Senior Prom, everyone is gay—then our last three events: Class Day in which speakers Martha Russell, Joan Lemponen, John Harris, and Charles Kille participate; Baccalaureate and Commencement which bring us to the end of a glorious year. The curtain descends. The house lights come on. The drama ends as we file down from the stage. We leave “the portals of Minerva’s hallowed home” for whatever destiny holds in store for us. Our memories and friendships will ever be near and dear to us. 27

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A GRADUATE'S PRAYER Our school-days are over; A new Chapter’s begun; Let’s pause to remember Each battle we’ve won. Ah, yes, there were many In outstanding array; Each past vict’ry a lesson That will help us today. The knowledge we’ve gained, Each friend that we’ve won, Will all serve their purpose New our twelve years are done. Each school-day’s a signpost Along Life’s busy road. Did we put them to use To help carry each load? Let’s look towards tomorrow With a song and a prayer. That in us may be found Good citizenship there. —Martha Russell 26

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY It used to be a known fact, back in the days of ’51, that I, CHARLES KILLE, was ambitious to the extent of someday having in my possession a cool million. After toiling for ten years in the ice business, I finally attained my goal. Eecaus-e I had always aspired to travel, I decided to take a trip to Europe. After purchasing a ticket from the ticket agent, CHARLES FINDLEY, I boarded the train and settled down for a nice long ride to New York City. Imagine my surprise when I recognized the conductor as none other than NEAL HOSKINS. After a pleasant chat, Neal informed me that the engineer was also his one-time cohort and partner, “Squeel ’em on the curves” JIM KENT. Jim, it seems, is back on his old run, after having his operator’s license revoked for ninety days. In the dining car I was also startled to find VIOLA STEVENSON, IRENE BOWERS, JOANNE CANTLIN, and BEVERLY RAPPOLD waiting on tables. The girls said that they just could not get out of the rut. While eating, I was very much surprised by the headlines of a newspaper: STONE AND CREW TO LEAVE FOR THE MOON! Evidently LARRY STONE, SUSAN ZACK, AMY SIMONE, JOAN RAISTRICK, and GLORIA HECKENDORN are off on another expedition to the lunar territory. (These are the people who had possessed such flighty ideas.) Stepping from Grand Central Station to the sidewalks of New York, I was amazed at the height of the newest buildings. I understand some of these had been built by those famous contractors WILLIAM RILEY, BILL JOHNSON, and EDWARD PAZDIORKO. Their latest job has been the erection of monkey houses for the Bronx Zoo. While crossing the street, I narrowly missed getting struck down by a taxi driven by GEORGE LEGEZA. After a brief exchange of words, George was off again with a clash of gears. That evening the twinkling lights of the theater marquees attracted attention. One starred MARY ANN LIVINGSTON and EDWARD GRISWOLD in a theme entitled, “I WANT TO DANCE.” The current matinee idol seemed to be ‘‘Irresistable” JOHN HARRIS. People told me that bobby-soxers have lined up for miles just to get a breath of his after-shave cologne. (I don’t know—I wear the same stuff, and not even the wife gives me a sigh.) Ac I passed Carnegie Hall, the sound of music reached by ears. Looking at the posters, I learned that ROBERT SHIRKMAN and his symphony orchestra were appearing there that evening. I ventured in and found the maestro rehearsing with his rhythm section, which included JANET KITINOJA, BARBARA TAYLOR, MARY ANN MALLORY, and RACHEL BYRON. The girls have truly become accomplished musicians. Next, I decided to sail for England. After having purchased my ticket on the Queen Mary, I read the passenger list of my ship. I saw that a few Conneaut residents, now celebrated personages, were aboard. You will remember ‘BUBBLES’ HELEN PEASE, the well known Broadway dancer, and MARTHA RUSSELL, song lyricist, who has just finished her latest song entitled, ‘‘We’ll Build a Cabin in the Sky’, or, “It’s a Long Way to the Washroom.” Also on the ship were the famous lion tamer for Ringling Brother’s Circus, CLAUDIA KANGAS, and gentlemen farmers, GAROLD BRADEN and SIDNEY LAMONT. The boys wrote a book entitled ‘‘Monroe Farm Techniques” that enlightens its readers on varied rural subjects from modern cattle-care to the latest square-dance steps. As I read further down the list, the crew seemed to strike a familiar note, too. MAURICE PALO was serving as the captain; LLOYD MILHOLLAN, first mate; RONALD BRUNDAGE, purser; and RICHARD NIELSON the official fog horn blower. “Skip” became a famous captain only since she had run his ship into the rock of Gibraltor, several months ago. 23