Coshocton High School - Tomahawk Yearbook (Coshocton, OH)

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.GAWP MISTY CLOUD blurred my vision. I heard a beautiful chorus in the distance-it reminded me of something the CHS choir had sung 'way back in 1950, when our class met for the last time. That was our graduation day. How long had it been? This was the year 2035! Eighty-five years had gone by since that day, and yet, at this moment, how near and dear it all seemed! But where could I be?. . .The music grew louder, I recognized it as The Host of Youth,'-some- thing that had been sung at CHS for every commencement that I could remember. But the mist was clearing away. I took a cau- tious step and found that walking was more li-ke drifting through something soft and beautiful and rosy. I suddenly felt happy and carefree and young again, and I ran through the rosy mist to find the music that brought back such vivid memories. Over a cloud I floated, and then-why, there was the choir I had heard sing- ing like angels-why, they looked like angels, too! Their robes were dazzling white and a rosy glow hovered around them. I blinked my eyes and hurried to get a better view. What a wonderful 555 -' ia' ' .itil lt. surprise!! The director of this heavenly choir was none other than my old friend Joanne Vogt! I raced to her and exclaimed, Joanne!! Where on earth are we, and what are we doing here? And-why, you're wearing a white choir robe, too! Joanne laughed in the old way. Always late, aren't you! But we've been waiting for you! As for my charming gown, look at your own, kiddo! I glanced down at myself. . . and I was wearing a gown, too- soft, filmy and exactly like those the others were wearing. Joanne laughed at my astonish- ment. You asked me where on earth we aref' she said. That's a laugh! Because, you see-we aren't! Not anymore! Most of us have been here for several years, but now the tardy member of our class of '50 is here and we can have the big celebration we've been planning! Then, tur- ning around, she said, Choir dis- missed!,' A group of these choir members surrounded me. I recognized one as Paul Reiss, who had been one of the prize tenors of the CHS choir. He told me that he was a soloist in the choir, which was known as Vogt's Vivacious Vocalists. One of the girls from the alto section greeted me, and I recognized her as Sue Clymer. Sue told me that after having married and reared four little al- tos and a bass down below fas she called itj, she found a great deal of pleasure in just singing eternity away. At this point Jo- anne told me that Patsy Rice, another of her altos, whom I had often listened to on the Pat Rice Show, freplacing the Kate Smith Showl, was now the favor- ite blues singer of millions of angels. She had been excused from choir to air her weekly show on station TRHB. Later I found out that the station initials stood for Tom Ross's Heavenly Broad- casts. It seems that Tom, once a radar technician, had applied his knowledge to the operating of this new station. The crowd thinned out and Jo- anne had just suggested that we leave to find some more of our old classmates when someone rushed up and tugged at my arm. I turned and saw Natalie Lewis, another choir member and old class -mate. Natalie breathlessly explained that she had been turn- ing the heels on the socks she was knitting, and would I please excuse her because she had 'ust dropped a stitch! Natalie rushed off and Joanne explained to me that Natalie, along with Shirley Ferne, Delsie Lane, Carol Ames, Verne Linebaugh, and Nancy Nor- man, had been on the nursing staff at Memorial Hospital back 1' FJ alll! in Coshocton. I learned that Joy Hoge had been a nurse, too, but of a different kind, she was a flying nurse on a huge five-hun- dred passenger airplane owned and operated by Jack Bodenhei- mer. As we Hoated along I asked Joanne to tell me more about our old classmates and what had become of them. She suggested that we stop at a little shop that suddenly turned up, perched atop a hazy blue cloud, called the Heavenly Soda Shoppe. She explained that 'it was managed by Harold Hoobler, who had a soda shop back on earth and liked it so much that he couldn't bear to be without it. Naturally it's quite a hangout for the old CHS gang, Joanne explained to me. Indeed it was, for as we entered the door whom should we meet but ,Beulah Schonauer, or Corky , as ine knew her. Corky had gone to Denver to work after we graduated, so we had lots to ask her. She, like most of the kids, had worked for a while and then married. She and her hus- band ran a ski lodge in the Colo- rado mountains, and she told me that Dolores Caton, owner of the

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MARY Auce WxLsoN Beneath this sunny golden hair, lies mischief strangers wouldn't think was there Y-Teens 9, 10, 11, 123 G. A. A. 9, 10, 11g Pin Wearer 11, 12g Scholar- ship Team 10g Prince of Peace 123 Tom Tom 9, 10, 113 Red and Black 12g W. T. N. S. Staff 125 Student Council 95 Publicity Club 11g F. T. A. 123 Sr. Choir 9, 10, 11, 125 Toma- hawk 123 Band 9, 10, 11, 12, Secre- tary 9g Biology Club 105 Latin Club 103 College Club 11, 125 Library Board 113 Booster Club 123 Red Masque 10, 11, 12 Look at the birdieg don't swallow it. Fleet! fAnd Susanl PAUL E. WRIGHT The lUlSP0ken word never does harm Intramural Basketball 10, 11, 123 Per, gilibAi?ndanCC 10, 115 Industrial Arts MAGDALENE ZETTY Calm, composed and rather shy Miss Stewart has just graded an HA paper Senior Class Officers

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fabulous Caton Inc. dress shops all over the world, never missed her mid-winter vacation rough- ing it at their Western resort. Some of the other '50 grads, too, had spent their vacations there. Donna Guilliams always took time off from her work of searching for old bird prints Qshe was em- ployed by the Smithsonian In- stitute especially for this pur- posej to spend some time there, and Rachel Kreider, of movie fame, found it a wonderful place to get away from her fans. Cor- ky went on to say that Barbara Htardesty had been in charge of the dining room at the lodge, and that Nancy Gosser was the gal who sent out the snappy publi- city for the lodge and took care of the secretarial work. When Corky left, Joanne and I marveled over the success of our classmates. But then, Jo- anne said, the class of '50 al- ways was outstanding. Why, just think Bob C. Jones moved to Cali- fornia and became the mayor of Los Angeles! Of course everyone said at the time that he moved only because Junia Kirker, one of our class beauties, was model- ing there. Joanne was interrupted by Peg- gy Wright, who had come for our order. After greeting Peggy we found that she, too, had been crazy about her job and wanted to go right on mixing sodas! After ordering ta couple of Heav- enly chocolate specials we re- sumed our conversation. We have quite a nice little shopping district heref' Joanne said. A few clouds down is Ger- ald tMu-rray's hardware store. Dean Patterson and Henry Rogers help out with the clerking, and Helen Ward works in the office . . . Say-I have an idea. She pulled out of her pocket a small folding telephone, dialed a num- ber and heard the busy signal. Telephones up here? I ask- ed. Surely, she said. All the comforts of heaven! Some of the girls from our class work down at the telephone company, Virginia Cross is the first woman president of the 'Heavenly Bell Phone Co.' and she has Pat Rose, Wanda Sarbaugh, Beverly Lang, Merva Lefebure, and Lola White- us working down there. . .I'll try again. Whom are you calling? I asked as she dialed again. I thought Iid call Ann Mil- ler, Joanne said. She can al- ways get all the kids together and we could have a little reunion right down here. Ann had the most interesting life, she lived in Africa and tamed baby wild- cats, you know-oh hello, Ann! 'xg is 7 I Z l squirmed in my seat while .Io- anne explained to Ann that the last and tardiest member of the Class of '50 had come at last, and why not bring some of the old gang down for a soda? Ann assured her that she would, so while we waited Joanne told me of some of our other classmates and their activities. It seemed that, about a degree down the clouds, Esta Patterson had a beauty shop called 'gAngels or Else. Ruthena Binning, Magda- lene Zetty, and Ruth Scott worked in the manicure department, while Gloria Williams, Rachel Eberwine Pat Knoff, and Jeanette Lowery were in charge of the depart- ment appropriately named For Heavenly Hair. This luxurious shop even had as a secretary Bon- nalee Wilson, who wrote letters dictated to her by the customers as they were being beautified. I suppose that you knew about Paul Hoffman, Joanne said. Of course I did, for everyone knew that Paul had been head surgeon at Mayo clinic for many years, and, along with his pretty sec- retary-wife Nancy Watson, was quite a prominent person. Jim Somerville, too, had gained such publicity as a doctor, but of a different sort. Jim's line was the animal one, and during his ser- vices as a veterinary he discovered a magic formula for a cow that actually produced chocolate milk! A shrieked greeting from the doorway announced Ann and a large group of the kids from our class. After the hubbub died down I found myself sitting be- tween Sue Myers and Bob Nilles. Sue told me all about the secre- tarial job she had held in the White House, no less! Bob had spent his early life playing pro football for St. Louis, retiring from active duty at thirty to be coach of the same team. Carl Call and Earl Morris were having a spirited argument over women, Carl preferred blondes while Earl stuck up for brunettes! Sam Ap- pis and Jerry Todd were telling me excitedly of their exploring trips to Upper Burma, in quest of a new longer-lasting ingredient for bubble gum. Jeanne Snyder told me that she, Margaret Bush, Donna Miskimens, and Connie Holmes had devoted their lives to the writing of twelve huge textbooks called School Teach- ing Made Easy. It seems that they had several heated arguments with Donna Denman, Ruth Frye, and Dorothy Rea, who believed that no matter what anyone else thought, school-teaching could not be made easy. Doug Grant told me that he, Floyd Aronhalt, Bob Umstott, and Adm.iral Ron Shaw had made a career of the navy, while Harold Cl-ark said that he, Alan Allman, and Larry Moore had devoted their lives to the army. Betty Moffitt popped up long enough to say that she had been Lieutenant Moffitt of the WACS for thirty years. John Parrish, known all over as the man with the heavenly voice, came up to speak to me. John had been a successful crime law- yer in his day. Pat Carroll told me that she had once been head librarian at the New York Public Library. Cliff McCormick, husband of the once-famous wo-- man's basketball coach, walked by with her. An interesting couple were Marvin Parrish and Carole Roof. Marvin and Carole had worked as a guide team in the forests and parks of North- ern Michigan. Through the crowd I saw my old friend Merle Stubbs. I rushed over and asked her what she had been doing these many years.