Crestline High School - Fortyniner Yearbook (Crestline, OH)

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endow CKGLJ5 Malo ec? Bombay, India May 25, I955 Dear Bob, How's everything back in the good old U. S.? It seems a longtime since I ema: left- the states. It doesn't seem possible that l've been president of the Bombay Railroad for five years. But just think we graduated ten years ago this month. Boy, that's a long time! I was sitting with Maxine talking over some of the good times we used to have. We laughed over all the trouble I had persuad- ing Mr. Rish to let us get married. We don't get to see many of the old class over here, although JACK POST did drop in on us the other day. He was here on business for the World Airlines, he is their chief engineer. Oh, I almost forgot, the three school teachers of our class paid us a visit. VERNA REA SKIDMORE, BARBARA BECK, and CHARLOTTE BROBST were on a round the world cruise. They were all thrilled since the dashing millionaire playboy, JOHN WILL- RATH, was to meet them in Rome. Well, I guess this is all for now. I hope you have some news on the where-a-bouts of some of our former classmates. Sincerely yours, KLOP New York, N.Y. June I, I955 Hello Klop, Your letter surely was a surprise. I just arrived back from a week's vacation at Crestline, it certainly was nice to get back to the old home town. No dirt anymore, since they use electric engines. The new sup- erintendent, of the P.R.R., CLYDE EMER- ICK, brought this about. The hotess on the plane was PAULA BOWEN. When I arrived at CrestIine's new airport, JIM GRANGER came bounding up to meet me. He, in his of- ficial capacity as mayor, was the welcoming committee along with his secretary, NOR- MA GILCHRIST. At the gate was one of the fleet of cabs operated by HOWARD RHODES. In the dri- vers seat was none other than ERNEST PETER BOPP. He was sent by the Class of 45' Alumni Association to show me around the town. Our first stop was the Public Li- brary where DORIS HAGAN was in charge. She invited me out for dinner to see JOHN HURSON, her husband, and the three little Hursons. Our next stop was the new hospital. LOIS NISWANDER, Supervisor of Nurses, showed me through the spacious structure. This was of special interest since this is also my own field. Lois took me to the office of the Chief- of-staff, however, she was out. But the office girl SHIRLEY LACEY, told me her boss, BARBARA JENKINS, was in surgery. While we were talking another nurse, MAXINE ADAMS, came in to say hello. On leaving the hospital Ernie took me through the business district of Crestline. Our first stop there was at the Holcker Hardware, where JO ANN HOLCKER was in charge while her parents were on a vacation. Down the street farther we went into the Economy Meat' Market where the proprietor, DOROTHY STANOVICH, was giving one of her cIerk's a calling down. It turned out that the clerk was MARCIA LESSEUER, who after ten years of wedding bliss to a Gallon gentle- was once again working. As we were leaving the store we ran into another happily wed- ded couple, BOB HOFFMAN and JULIA BALDASARE. Bob told me that he was work- ing for the railroad along with EARL MICK and JIM GRESMER. Ernie had to dash home to see his wife, NAOMI SPAYDE, so I walked on down to the Kroger Store. The co-managers, MARY EL- LEN BAUER and MARY ELLEN SEEBURGER brought me up to date on a lot of our former friends. MAGARET HUBER, they said, was maried to a local farmer. JOE STUMPF was owner of the Consolidated Chicken Farms, YVONNE KINDINGER is still going to col- lege-she has enough degrees to fill a page. DICK CROWELL is still a shoe clerk, DICK GEHRISCH and CHARLES POTH are still employed by the mail service. JIM OBER- MILLER and MARY LOU O'HERON are still

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I, Margaret Pelikan, will my love for fish to the next Pelikan. l, Marie Pfeiffer, will my solo in choir to Gladys Miller. I, Jack Post, will my flute to Jack Hel- frich for better results at Boogie Woogie. l, Charles Poth, will my way with women to Wayne Rhodus. I, Howard Rhodes, will my long fingernails complete with top soil to anyone who can grow food there as successfully as I. I, Maxine Rish, will my shapley sweaters to Tom Arter. I, Mary Lou Sebring, will my sister, Alice, to anyone. ANYONE! I, Mary Ellen Seeburger, will my dancing ability to Wallace Vaughn. l, Phyllis Shearer, will my color schemes to Marilyn Sherer. I, Lois Simmemacher, will my seat in English to Alice Scheiber. I, Verna Rea Skidmore, will my base to Alice Beck. I, Betty Ann Smith, will my sense of hu- mor to Florence Kroegel.. I, Eileen Smith, will my freckles to Flos- sy Morton. I, Danny Snyder, will my school-boy com- plexion to James Metzger. I, Naomi Spayde, will my carpenter's de- gree in shop to the next Senior girl. I, Marie Spell, will my seat in Civics to my best pal, Martha Jones. I, Dorothy Stanovich, will my nickname Goldy to Nancy Neff. I, Joseph Stump, will Emma J. Rhodes to my brother when I leave for the service. I, Mary Agnes Supon, will my upper plate of fine dental work to Monica Hamer. I, Phyllis Thomas,,wilI my trouble keep- ing my nose powdered to Barbara Smith. I, Robert Tracht, will my busy-bee atti- tude and quick movement to Calvin John- son. I, Robert Waldbauer, will my book-worm attitude to Bob McCarter. I, Geraldine Walker, will my typewriter to anyone who can get as much speed out of it as I. I, William Watrous, will two tail lights to Ed Garverick, one for each back pocket. I, Emma Louise Will, leave my unopened book, How to Make Love to Ed Hipsher. l, John Willrath, leave my whistle to Jim Corbin. I, Donald Winemiller, will the girls in High School to anyone who can act as fatherly to them as I. Witnessed, signed, and sealed this twenty-fifth day of May in the year of our Lord I945. The Senior Class Witnesses: Norma Gilchrist Mary Agnes Suppon li rg.. fl ' I, lllll ' Illl-'F l IRI, I I K ' I up

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cooing at each other even though they are married. It seems as though the love bug was busy for a while as PHYLLIS SHEARER is the wife of Roy Sharp. A couple more members of '45 who are married are DORIS COUN- TERMAN and KAY FORMAN. It was getting close to noon so I bid the girls goodbye and made my way to the Roxy. There DONALD HAERING was the big shot. Just as I was about to order, BETTY ANN SMITH came in. She is the local music tea- cher and was able to give me some more dope on some of our friends. She told me that BOB NOLDER was head coach at U.C.L.A. BILL MAYER is the local barber, BILL WATROUS is the head of a chain of gaso- line stations. DON WINEMILLER is a com- mercial artistj his secretary is TWILA HOD- LE. NILA HODLE and MARIE PFEIFFER are running a business school at Chicago. Betty went on to say that EMMA L. WILL was nur- sing in a private hospital near Cleveland, GERALDINE.- WALKER.- and-. MARGARET PELIKAN are both 'private stenos to BOB WALBAUER, who is general manager of the Burch Corporation. Also employed at Bur- ch's are DANNY SNYDER and HAROLD BLUM. Betty pointed across the street as we were leaving the Roxy. There in the building for- merly occupied by DougIas's was SUPPON'S JIVE HUT. The high-school gang now has someplace to dance at last, thanks to NOOKIE. PA'l'l' THOMAS, I discovered, was a dress designer for the exclusive dress shop run by VIRGINIA LIGHTBURN. BILL LIGHT, it seems, is still in the Army, he is commanding general of the Fifth Army Corp. While you probably know that DOR- OTHY McCARTHY is Miss America of l955. MARIE SPELL, it seems, is working in California along with LOIS SIMMER- MACHER. ' I almost forget that MARY LOU SEBRI NG is the hostess at the STORK CLUB here in New York. MARTHA METZ is the featured vocalist with Ferrel Hunt's band. Well, I guess that takes care of every one in our class. I hope that sometime in the near fu- ture we can all get together. As ever, Bob, -Robert L. Tracht CALM t lTo the melody of I'lI Be Seeing You l We must bid farewell to all the kind and smiling faces, With sad hearts the tears leave traces as we part, With thoughts of days to come, a song or two we'll hum, The years too soon have passed, the mem- ories of our senior class, We must say so-long to everyone we love so well, Those golden hours, those dreams of yore, we'lI always live our school days o'er. Our teachers kind we leave behind, it's hard to say adieu, We are happy that we had, the joy of know- ing you. -By Patt Thomas l Uw it .l g lj J w ,Www I X zs