Coshocton High School - Tomahawk Yearbook (Coshocton, OH)

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You should know! Merle laughed. You were in my place of business a very short time ago!! x, Q, I f 'Q r-'I V7 41 I .S yf f 'V T y if-4 Ifgzffi., ,, Everybody roared, but I was completely in the dark until some kind soul-told me that Merle had been the town's outstanding mor- tician! I saw Ron Haxton and asked where he had been. Indig- nantly he informed me that every- one had heard of Haxton and Reiss, Baltimore's leading den- tists. It seems Ron and Jim Reiss had gone into the dental business together and had hired Barbara Blanchard to handle the secre- tarial end of it. Don Syler was sitting at the next table, and some- one said that he had been in the State Patrol. It seems he simply loved to chase cars down the high- way wi-th his siren going full blast. Ann Morgan was splitting a soda with Raymond Barrick. She had been a physics teacher at Vassar, while Raymond taught music at the same school. Paul Wright came over to say hello. After he left, Joanne told me that he had been a house painter, and that he developed a lovely new purple paint which was being used now instead of the more ordinary and conventional white. Ed Rusk wandered by-he had been the president and general manager of Rusk Inc., biggest competitors of Swift and Armour meat-packing plants. Jim Cherry and Harold Rine were two of his buyers, while Paul Cummings and Bill Gray were in charge of the shipping and trucking. Elsie Lane had been employed as Ed's private secretary. Over by the soda fountain I saw Kathleen Wilson and Kath- ryn Jenkins. Joanne told me that they had both been happily mar- ried, and I remembered that Kathleen had been named Amer- ican Grandmother of 2010,' not so many years before. The crowd thinned out and Jo- anne proposed that we hop aboard a cloud and look over my new home. As I went out the door I nearly ran into the gar- bage col-lector. I looked up and whom should I see but our old class brain, Lowell Heinke. Af- ter an exchange of greetings Low- ell told me that he had devoted his life to teaching physics and advanced calculus at Yale, and after a lifetime of using his mental ability so much he found this manuafl labor very restful. Bidding goodbye to Lowell, Joanne and I hopped aboard our motivated cloud and whizzed a- way. Joanne was just telling me of Jim Voshall. He had made his lifetime work inventing and manu- facturing children's watches that were shapped like animal crackers. Just then a passing cloud going terribly fast swerved and barely missed hitting us. We hopped out to see who the offender was, and who should the driver be but Ted Gross! Ted stopped long enough to say that he was chauf- feuring for Bill Matthews, presi- dent of the Heavenly Calendar Co., and Bill-or the boss, as Ted said, had just called for transportation to the cloud races, a big event in those parts. Ted zoomed off and Joanne told me about Bill's calendar bus- iness as we glided away. Bob Chilcote, Bob L. Jones, and Jack Pierce are all vice-presidents in charge of recreation, she told me, and he has Pat Bezek and Violet Boyce working in his office. Bill is known for his fleet of clouds. In fact, he has so many that he hires Dick Baumgardner and Bob Lewis to keep them run- ning smoothly, she laughed. Suddenly I heard a loud fami- liar voice. I looked to my left, and sure enough, there was Jerry Johnston, standing on a cloud with a large group of angels around him. We angels miust organize! Jerry was shouting. Still the same Jerry, I com- mented to Joanne. Jerry was a very successful engineer down bel-ow,', Joanne re- plied, but now that he's in the place where dreams come true he has decided to further his life- long -ambition! Right now heis compaigning for Charlene Aron- halt who is running for Miss Angel of 2035 ..... Here comes another shopping center. I looked through the haziness and saw a huge neon sign- Wal- lace Inc.-Drugs and Used Clouds Harry? I asked. That,s right, said Joanne. He's quite the big shot now- and Mary Kathryn Sturtz and Retha Welch are in charge of his radio department, Grace Ford and Ruth Gross design the window displays, and Keith Parkhill is the head salesman. It's practically an all-Coshocton store .... Over there is Dick Hershman's movie theater, ,or one of them, rather. He has a whole string of them all over the place. '4How's business? I asked. Well, naturally everything is free up here, you know-just like our sodas. This place is really terrific! Peopule ust work because they love it! Gee, Joanne, I said, we've seen nearly everyone. But-say- whatever happened, to Mary Alice Wilson? Gosh, hadn't you heard? .Ioanne said. But of course not- you just got here! Mary has a feature spot on station TRHB- she lectures fifteen minutes each

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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.

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day on The Importance of Healthy Toe-Nails. She comes on in twenty minutes or so-re- mind me to tune in. And, say- did you read about Rachel Hoover a few years ago? She designed those beautiful world-renowned gardens at the fabulous estate of another of our old classmates, Jerry Gilbert, He became a great Coca-Cola magnatef' But I was staring ahead at a 0 9 , ami. CQQ S A A My gm, st 5, very odd looking pair of angels sitting on a grayish cloud. These two angels had about them an air of gloom, and their studied seri- ousness was accentuated by their matching dark shell-rimmed glasses. Whoever are those forlorn- looking creatures? I asked. gDon't tell me you don,t recog- nize them! Don't you remember our two dramatic Eddies-Mont gomery and Jacobs, respectively! They've been sitting there on that same cloud for twenty years, strumming on their harps and moaning over the failure of their Broadway flop, 'My Best Friend Was A Raving Maniac. , We laughed together and waved at the forlorn angels. Whatever happened to Bob Westfall? I asked. Bob is simply crazy about his job up here! He works in the heating department-firing the furnace for the 'other part' you know! I shuddered and quickly chang- ed the subject. It seems that we've heard of or talked about nearly everyone! But say-how about Lorraine White? She's usu- ally around where there's actionli' Lorraine had one of the most exciting lives of allfl Joanne replied. '6She became an air hostess and ended up married to the president of the air line! Itis said that their summer home in Southern Tibet had the world's most beautiful swimming pool! Another of our traveling class- mates, Ronald Finnell, made quite a splash as a radio engineer in Alaska. And Charles Dozier be- came president of General Elec- tric! But one of the strangest and saddest stories of our class- mates concerns Susan Boyer and Fleet Girod. Susan, you know, went to Mexico to live among the peons, and poor Fleet, broken- hearted, journeyed to a Mexican monastery to be. . . Gross sin s Dann Boy as S Vogt plays. .loanne's voice drifted off and was replaced by a closer and more familiar one. Wake up! I heard. You've fallen asleep and you'll be late for your own commencement if you don't hurry! I rubbed my unbelieving eyes, stretched, and felt a quite real and solid chair beneath me. So it was only a dream. But it made me realize how near and dear to me were the years I had spent at C.H.S. I sat there for a moment, remembering. . .remem- bering the time, four long years ago, when we were dreaming of high school and what it would bring. . .remembering the con- fusion but the final joy of belong- ing that came with being a fresh- man. . .remembering the sopho- more year when we finally began to participate in the more im- portant activities that came with being in . . .remembering the thrill of being called an upper classmann our junior year. . .and remembering most vividly and lovingly our senior year, when we realized that everything was being done for the last time, and realized how much it all meant to us. Yes, as I prepared to go to this last meeting of our class of '50, I realized that never again would we be all together, and I suddenly realized that-gee-no matter where you looked, you just couldn't beat this wonderful class of 1950!! NANCY Rica 'fir Question: Which is Mr. Blatter? ' fi! Bat beats Bruning's brains what brains?