Coshocton High School - Tomahawk Yearbook (Coshocton, OH)

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THE PROPHECY OF THE CLASS OF 1948 I was sitting in my penthouse overlooking Co- shocton one evening when it came. How sad I felt after I read its few printed words! Yes, Joe Slunk had passed away. Maybe we hadn t seen much of each other in the last couple of years but nevertheless, I grieved intensely. Only 20 years ago-he had graduated with me among some 137 other Seniors of the Class of '48, In a way, I was rather glad of his death. This may sound cruel, but I was thinking that when the news of his death reached the ears of his many dear friends-they would rush to his side. In this way, I would be able to see the members of the Class of '48 that had slowly drifted apart and the memories we shared would again be recalled at this meeting. The next day, I stepped into my rocket-car, clad in my plastic mourning suit. Although I grieved tremendously, I couldn't help feeling ex- cited at the thought of seeing my old friends at the funeral. On the way to the funeral home, I picked up Reverend Jerry Green and his wife Esther, the former Esther Bontrager. As we sped along the highway, another car zoomed past ours but not too fast for me to catch a glimpse of Senator Lafferty. KI heard somewhere that he could fili- buster longer than anyone else in the senate.J Stopping for a red light, I noticed a bus in front of me. Printed across the back of it in huge red letters was: Dave Wheeler and His Royal Coshoctonians, Currently Featured at the Stork Club. Well, after reading that, I couldn't help admiring Dave for taking time off from one of his tours to attend Joe's funeral. I supposed that he had with him his singer, Lois Barcroft, Jim Parrish, who played the trombone in his band, and Jim Shook, who played the string bass in it. As I turned onto Walnut street, I saw Dr. James L. Lee, chief of staff at the new Coshoc- ton City Hospital and his wife Betty leaving for the funeral. flncidentally, Mrs. Lee, the former Betty Wagner, designed the interior of the new ultra-modern hospital.J Several other doctors I saw leaving the hospital were Drs. Dave Parrish, Bob Lauer, Alan Trottman, and Bob Leighnin- ger, Next to the hospital was the new modernistic nurses' home. Waiting in front for cabs to take them to the funeral, I saw Roberta Gilmore, Dean of Nurses, and Barbara Croy, Betty Lou Everly, Carolyn Shaffer, Janice Hieberger, Or- leta Richards, Betty Ames, Bonnie Currens, Jean Wood, Bonnie Shaw, Beverly Ogle, Isabel San- del, Joyce Haxton, and Mary Mobley. As I came closer to town I passed Dobby's. I was very pleased to see that Kenny Gross and Gene Grant, fthe new owners of the establish- mentj, had even closed the bar in honor of Joe. Further past Dobby's I went by the new Park Hotel. As I gazed in at this new structure, I couldn't help feeling proud of what a part of the Class of '48 had played in the building of it. First of all, Gene Hosfelt and Harry Porter had laid out the plans for it, Arlie Gross had been in charge of its construction, and Wayne Roahrig and Carlie Grace had done all the electrical work in it. Also, many of the present employees in the hotel had graduated from the Class of '48. For instance, Betty Copenhaver was in charge of the beauty salon in the basement of the hotel. Those working in her shop were: Mary Lou Cline, Betty Lou Fisher, Joan Jones, Joan Holmes, Betty Williams, and Barbara Shearn. Also in the basement was a florist shop, fthe best in tovsmj, that was owned by Larry Clary. Jack Eaton, Bob Dickerson, and Bob Pepper were bartenders in the hotel bar, and Jim Hoff- man was the owner of the whole hotel. Having at last reached Dreibelbis Funeral Home, I looked for a place to park. Finally, I managed to squeeze in between Gaylon Wilson's helicopter and Gene Hosfelt's rocket car. As I was walking up the steps, I ran into quite a gathering of old friends of mine. As I gazed about the group, I saw that each of these people had something in common, they were all teachers now. On my left was Dick Wharton, head bas- ketball coach at New York University, Max Stan- ton, football coach at Notre Dame, Don Steiner, the new American History teacher at C. H. S. and also the driver's head trainer. On my right was Clyde Matthews, C. H. S.'s girls' physical ed. instructor, and his assistant, Anna Hamilton, Joan Simkins, who is now the Home Ec. teacher, and Maxine Hanlin, who taught French at Cen- tral High. Page Twenty-one

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GAYLON WILSON No harsh word was ever his. Intramural 12. JEANNE WOOD When she talks she says some- thing. Booster Club 12: Catalyst Chemis try Club 12: Senior Choir 12: Col lege Club 12: G.A.A. 12: Girl Re- serves 12. Page Twenty EDWARD WILSON Silence is a friend that never betrays. MARILYN SCOTT I have a heart with room for every joy. , Girl Reserves 10.

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'THE PROPHECY OF THE CLASS OF 1948 After talking to them a while, I proceeded into the house to sign the register. The last couple names on the register caught my eye, because they were all members of the Tribune staff. The editor, Joan Johnson's name was there, Harold House, the sports writer, and Gene Hooprich, who besides writing for the Tribune had a col- umn syndicated in more than 200 papers. I be- lieve the name of it was Pitching Horseshoesf' Dennis McCabe's and John Gosser's names were also registered there. They were the two most valued reporters on the Tribune staff. Last but not least was society reporter Marie Ca1'ter's name. Entering the room where Joe was, I saw many old friends of his. That Hash of gold braid in one corner belonged to Admiral Boyd, who had flown in from San Diego, where lhis ship the S. S. Golden's was docked. He was talking to Elizabeth Brandel and Connie Burrell, who were airline hostesses on the Pan-American Airlines. In another corner, saw Robert Scherrer, the great concert pianist, talking to Mrs. Dave Clay, the former Joan McCormick. Just then I saw Ann Lewis, commercial pho- tographer get set to take a flash-picture of some- one, who was just entering. I finally found out that the subject of her photograph was Phyllis Brennemen, the only girl to hold the title of Miss America for seven consecutive years. With her was Jim Kiste, the All American pro football player, and those five famous Conover models: Jeannine Ingram, Martha Nelson, Marianne Goodwin, Charlotte Stiers, and Ruth West, who was now the wife of Karl Sturtz, the famous pro football coach. In another corner, I saw Jack Miskimens, owner of Miller's Drug Store and Frank Shan- non, owner of the Buckeye Clothing Store com- paring notes on their businesses. Another visitor that I recognized was Connie Thomas, who, I learned, had a very successful job in Cleveland. She was the head commercial artist for the May Company. She had brought with her, her two assistants, Mary Hawkins, and Helen Wagner. I also saw Jim McIntosh, the owner of the Pretty-Scheffer plant having a heated discussion with Dick Mortine, present owner of the Carna- Page Twen ty-two tion Co. Francis Gephart, the manager of the J. C. Penney Stores, was standing by ready to referee. After I paid my respects to Joe, I decided it was time to go home. I stopped and talked to Barbara McCann who had iiown in from Holly- wood where she was becoming one of the best tap dancers on the screen. On the way home, I drove up Main street and I couldn't help being amazed at the fact that probably in every skyscraper on the street, some one of the Class of '48 worked. For instance, in the Coshocton National Bank, you could find in the bookkeeping department, June McCabe, Nora Marvin, Lois Laurence, Bon- nie Smith and Francis Appis. Dick Holmes was also employed as assistant cashier in the bank. Above the bank were the offices of Totsch 8z Totsch, Bob and Dick respectively, who were the two best lawyers in town. Their secretaries were Alice Klingler and Mary Lou Fretague. Next I passed Sam Kemp's butcher shop. Sam had been quite a good friend of Joe's and I was all choked up when I saw that he had' tied black crepe paper around every ham hanging in the window in honor of Joe. On the right was M. O'Neil's where I knew Vivian Lapp and Violet McVey clerked and where Mary Lillibridge, Bonnie Bennett and Joan Ramsey, Betty Kobel, and Donna Arnold worked in the office. At last I reached home and although I was rather tired, I decided to stay up a while and think about the day's events. As I stood in my penthouse looking out over the town, I saw the little dots of light that represented the G.E. plant. There I also knew that a host of C. H. S. graduates were employed. Roy Biggs, Dick Meek, Bill Jones and Bradner Williams were all employed in the Graphic Arts Department. Even Edward Wilson drove one of the G.E. transpor- tation trucks. In the office of the General Elec- tric, you'd find: Lucille Meek, Mary Ellen Speck- man, Joann McClain, Della Ruth Leech, and Vera Moore. Yes, I thought, I could go on for hours and tell what each one of the old graduates were doing now, but after all, I was sleepy-so sleepy-poor J oe-ho-hum.