Crestline High School - Fortyniner Yearbook (Crestline, OH)

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gm pfwpfm, ng 7947 Perhaps you who are reading this Class Prophecy for 1947 believe that you are reading something written by a member of the class during those last few months of school when everyone was scrambling toward graduation pell mell and helter-skelter. Such is not the case. You believe that you are reading, but neither is that true. The fact is that you are letting your subconscious mind be influenced into a preview of your own future by the anonymous author who lives two thousand odd years after your own life has been completed. During your lifetime the invention of the ball-point pen caused something of a sensation, but in the year 3079 neither pen nor writing materials are needed. The Atomic Age has freed us of any other means or need for communication than our own minds. I simply think of what I wish you to know and instantly it is revealed in your mind. It would be useless to attempt to explain the mechanism to you. You wouldn't understand. But let us begin the preview. Most of the members of the class of 1947 have remained in Crestline, except BILL BECK and JIM BLAISING, who are both working as engineers in Northern Mongolia where the Yangtze river is be- ing dammed. By 1963 the development of rocket planes, able to travel far beyond super-sonic speed, made it quite easy for them to work at great distances from their homes. Bill's wife, the former BARBARA SMITH, often flies over with their lunches since it requires only twenty minutes. The Atomic Age has affected Crestline consider- ably. The population has increased from 5,000 to 5,000,000. Members of '47 have made their homes here and are kept busy with their civic duties. The city is run by the mayor-council type of govern- ment. Our capable mayor is DICK MILLER, who sits behind his huge plastic desk and carries out the executive duties. Since machines now do most of the office work, Mayor Miller needs only one secretary to keep him company. She is none other than MARY METZ. Due to the well organized City Department, our city is kept clean by BILL LOVE, and stray dogs and cats are kept off the streets by DONALD PARELLA. JIMBO CORBIN wanted to be a mechanic, and he got his desire. You may see him right now removing a wheel and repacking the bearings with grease. However, the automobile became ob- solete in 1965, since air travel has superseded it completely. No, Jimbo is greasing the wheel of a baby carriage, a device which even the Atomic Age can change little. In this Atomic Age no one has yet found a sub- stitute for education. EUGENE NEWMAN is Super- intendent of Crestline Schools, and his capable assistant and private secretary is PHYLLIS PAYN- TER. MARY ANN MAYERS is the head of the Music Department in the high schools. The Teachers' Association is led by BILLIE JEAN SNYDER, who also teaches the first grade. No one can resist patronizing the ultra-modern restaurant and nightclub, owned and managed by WALLACE VAUGHN and EDDIE MEYERS. The fam- ous food of Chef CALVIN JOHNSON is known all over the nation. They are now featuring the renowned virtuoso of the violin, Miss JEAN HOFFMAN. The feature article in this month's Know It All, Tell It AIl , edited by THERESA TUSCAN and BAR- BARA SNYDER, was the interview of Mr. JACK ZWAHLEN, and his charming wife, the former Miss JEAN HAGY, as the ideal couple. The officers of the CrestIine's Young Married Women's Club which were interviewed were DOROTHY LINN, JACKIE HODGSON and ELEANOR MEINZER. The new cos- tumes in this issue were displayed by the four outstanding models of the year, JOAN GUINUP, JEANNE SPANGLER, JOAN KRICHBAUM and BES- SIE FORTNEY. In the field of medicine and nursing much change came about soon after the Second World War. JUNIOR MARGARD'S amazing career in syn- thetic remedies produced by atomic fission made the medical practice a profession of the past. All of the would-be nurses in the Class of '47 simply work in a dispensary where Margard's Marvelous Medicines are passed out free to the public. You will find there PEARL POTH, MAXINE GARVERICK, ALICE BECK, LEOLA RITA, and MARILYN SHERER. The Atomic Disintegrator and Vicarious Enter- tainer, invented by CLARK WERNER in 1973, some- what supplanted the movies. The device attached to an ordinary arm chair allows one to experience all the adventures ordinarily seen in the movies, so that one may go skiing, sing like Danny Kay, play like Iturbi, or be made love to by that ro- mantic favorite of the age, JAMES METZGER. The entertaining quality of CIark's invention is so very realistic than one may finish an evening in a sweat after a football game or with blood on one's' hands after solving a murder mystery. Crestline has brought forth many stars of stage, screen and television. The Hearsee Studio owned by BEATRICE SCHILL and BETTY SCHAFFER now has under contract the dynamic personality of

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Klan, wid We, the class of nineteen hundred and forty- seven, will to the underclassmen, our most prized possessions. May they use them to a great advan- tage. I, Mervin Balyeat, will my big brown eyes to Napoleon Morton. I, Winona Beach, will my sewing ability to Elise Fullenlove. I, Alice Beck, will my little pug nose to Donald Stover. We, Barbara Smith and William Beck, will the doorway to Lab to the up and coming couples of C. H. S. I, Jeannine Blum, will my chewing gum to Mr. Enoch. I, James Blaising, will my alluring smile to Fritz Smarto. May he get the results that I did! I, Betty Campbell, will my civics book to Shirley Horton. The best of luck to you! I, James Corbin, will my car to Calvin Cole. I, Joan Foreman, will my kid sister to anyone. JUST ANYONEII I, Bessie Fortney, will my poetic mind to Shakes- peare. I, Jean Galland, will my well-worn motorbike to Edward Garverick. I, Maxine Garverick, will my shyness to Jimmy Scheiber. I, Jo Ann Guinup, will my photographic charm to Louise Yaichner. I, Jean Hagy, will my big innocent eyes to anyone who can get away with what I did. I, Jacqueline Hodgson, will my cheerleading accomplishments to any future cheerleader. I, Jean Hoffman, will my rosy cheeks to Sammy Ford. I, John Hurson, will my sleek black hair to Wiley Morton. I, Calvin Johnson, will my favorite pastime- that of chewing notebook paper-to Mr. Flynn. Let's not get so furious!! I, Elsie Klaesi, will my seat in physics to the next poor soul who comes along. I, Joan Krichbaum, will my hobby of milking cows to Lizzie Huber. I, Dorothy Linn, will Harry Arter to no one. HANDS OFF!! I, James Linn, will my false teeth to Marian Harner. I, William Love, will my walk to the sticks to no one. It does me good. IWhat about that, Shirley?7 I, Jack Malaby, will my voice to Bing Crosby. He needs it worse than I do. I, W. L. Margard, Jr., will my ability to be an advisor to Mr. Crider. I, Mary Ann Mayer, will my long red hair to Mrs. Leicy. I, Mary McCaffrey, will my molars to Jeanne Rhodus. May she soon lose her baby teethl I, Eleanor Meinzer, will my fluttering eyelashes to John Boals. I, Mary Metz, will the kettle drums to Betty Jo Gallentine. I, James Metzger, will my way with women to Donald Gehrisch. I, Edward Meyers, will my football ability to Jack Flaherty. I, Richard Miller, will my army surplus shoes to Jake. I, Flossie Morton, will my freckles to Ruth Smith. I, Eugene Newman, will my iob of taxi driving to Arvine Kindinger. I, Alice Oliphant, will one of my warts to John Krichbaum's ear. I, Donald Parella, will my quiet manner to Mary Schill. I, Phyllis Paynter, will my broad shoulders to Gertrude Long. I, Pearl Poth, will my figure to Donna Hart. I, Wayne Rhodus, will my blonde curly hair to Mr. Remy. I, Joan Scheiber, will my newly acquired farm habits to Loran Alexander. I, Beatrice Schill, will my hearty laugh to Con- rad Vaughn. I, Betty Shaffer, will my iazz records to Mr. DeWalt. I, Marilyn Sherer, will one quart of homogen- ized nutrition to Miss Cover. I, Barbara Snyder, will my pink slips to T. P. Linn. I, Billie Jean Snyder, will my position as presi- dent of Y-Teen to the next lucky girl. I, Jeanne Spangler, will the boys of C. H. S. to Alma Lou Heibertshausen. I, Theresa Tuscan, will my height to John Johnson. I, Wallace Vaughn, will my almighty speed to Robert Sand. I, Cleora Weber, will my affection for children to Joe Johnson. I, Clark Werner, will my knowledge of chemis- try to Mr. Hackman. I, Mary Winemiller, will my shapely sweaters to Betty Kraner. I, Rose Zara, will my ability for carrying the torch to anyone who can keep a glow as long as I did. I, Jack Zwahlen, will my ear-pulling, head scratching, a's and ah's to the future president of the senior class. Witnesses, JEAN HAGY A DOROTHY LINN

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JOAN FOREMAN, who is at present co-starring with JACK MALABY, the versatile young actor and idol of teen-agers in the sensational hit, The Diary of Mary WinemiIler. ln this Atomic Age no soil is needed to grow flowers in a greenhouse. You simply place a few chemicals in flowerpots with the seeds and within a few hours you have a beautiful bouquet. Crest- line's florist shop is supervised andqpwned by the former MARY McCAFFREY and her husband, a former florist worker. JEAN GALLAND delivers orders in a streamlined helicopter. Much the same wonderful change has come about in the work of the beauticians. No longer does a woman apply make-up directly to her face, but she buys a plastic mask which has all the re- vised features and colors necessary. This is applied like a transfer. and then discarded. The inventor? None other tlgn WINONA BEACH, assisted by her special beauticians, ALICE OLIPHANT, .BETTY CAMPBELL, JEANNINE BLUM, and JOAN SCHEI- BER. lf you iwish to see the change, compare the picture of yourself or classmates with the actual appearance after twenty years. We find Admiral WAYNE RHODUS stationed in Washington, D. C., where he is trying to cut down the time for crossing the Atlantic Ocean by ship, from twelve hours to two hours. He is experiment- ing with super-atomic energy. Now that your subconscious mind has absorbed all the vital statistics about the class of '47, the anonymous author will disconnect his influence upon your mind. You are now free. By ROSE ZARA, ELSIE KLAESI gm Svnq. pg, 7947 To the tune: THE THINGS WE DID LAST SUMMER To friends we leave behind, the books and happy times, We bid farewell to go our lonely way. Our time in dear old high school shall be cherished long from today. The classrooms and the hall-the blackboards on the wall, We ask a prayer that they will always be. And to our teachers faithful, there's a warm heart always for thee. The autumn football game, the crowd that cheered our name The spirit for our fighting team, h The picnics in the spring, exchanging junior rings, We must remember in our dreams. Farewell to Crestline High, we hate to say goodbye, But when our time is ended we must go. We always will remember How we love you-more than you know. By JOAN GUINUP