Creston High School - Annual Yearbook (Creston, OH)

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ii-L lIQMl4l ANNIUAIL l CLASS PROPHECY One hundred twenty degrees in the shade! Why did the heat affect me so? It was a great relief to step into the cool library which was located in the outskirts of Phoenix, Arizona. My work as librarian kept me inside till five o'clock. Usually, the library was fairly well filled, but at three o'clock there were only five persons there. Since I was not busy, I decided to spend my time in checking over some new books. I noticed one which I had read while a Senior in Creston High School. This brought back memories of the class of '44. I silently asked myself how each had succeeded in his life and work. It was 25 years since graduation and I had not heard of many of them for years. However, a few were quite famous. The great comedian, Howard Feeman, at the age of 43 still received fan letters by the thousands. This reminded me of his great love for jokes back in '44, In the National Art Magazine of Famous Paintings, I always noticed Ena Dyck's name at the top of the list. She, also, had been a good artist during high school. Junior Henry was quite famous for modernizing the railroad system for those who could not yet afford helicopters. He had eventually reached the goal of president of Erie Railroad. My mind was deep in the realms of memory, when I was awakened by someone who placed a book on my desk and spoke to me. I forced myself back to reality and finished my work for the afternoon. But as I left the library I had a homesick feeling for Ohio. Possibly I could get a month's leave and tour a part of Canada en route to Ohio. I immediately went back to get a leave of absence, which was granted to me. I hoped it would be possible to see many of my classmates during my vacation, A few days later I left Phoenix by plane. During the journey I saw a prosperous looking salesman trying to high pressure two gentlemen into buying a helicopter. He was very enthusiastic in proclaiming its great virtues. Where had I seen this salesman before? Gradually it dawned upon me that it was Bob Giet. He had not recognized me, Here was the mountainous region of Rock Springs, our next stop. The stewardess informed me that the second stop was Yellowstone National Park, which was directly on my way to Canada. The beauty of the park so thrilled me that I decided to spend a day there. I was completely surprised to recognize the guide, who was assigned to me, as Evelyn Reese. She made the trip through the park very interesting for she was a splendid guide. The wild life of the park appealed to me greatly, especially since Evelyn could ap' proach most of them without frightening them away. While there, she told me that Mary Zehner was a retired airline stewardess. She had married and was settled to quiet living on a beautiful estate. I also learned that Stella Yoder had been at the park that summer. She had been a secretary for a few years after graduation and was now married. She had stopped at the park on her way back to North Dakota. After a meal at one of the fine hotels at the park, I boarded the plane for Winipeg, Canada. A few of my relatives were living here, whom I visited the next few days. One took me to see one of the finest libraries in the city. A woman seated at a table looked up and watched me curiously as I walked around in the library. Just as I was leaving she came to the door. It was Bernice Collins. She had recognized me but had to introduce herself, for she was so much thinner. She was an expert in Home Economics in Winipeg, Bernice told me that Donald Irvin was married and the owner of a great dry goods department at nearby Kenmore, Canada. He was doing very well in that business. liPage Fourteenj

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1-li-1 IIQII44 ANNUUAXIL CLASS WILL TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN: We, the Senior Class of Nineteen Hundred and Fortyffour, about to depart from this our high school life, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament. All such former documents we declare null and void. ARTICLE I To the Junior Class we will the back seats in study hall and the privilege of living up to the high standards of the class of 544. To the Sophomore Class we will all of our extra intelligence on the condition that they use it in history class. To the Freshman Class we will the front seats in study hall. Along with this, we give them the privilege of getting Mr. Martin's goat. To the Seventh and Eighth grades we will several years of hard work that they might achieve what we have achieved. ARTICLE II To Mr. Frey we leave a less noisy hall at noon. To Miss Bryan we leave students who do not want to skip school so often. To Miss McIlvaine we leave such angelic students that Detention Hall may be closed. To Mr. Martin we leave several eligible sixffoot basketball players. To Mrs. Romich we leave a F. A. D, class that will have their lessons studied before coming to class. To Miss Kalkas we leave Chemistry students who will not argue so much. To Mrs, Miller we leave more enthusiastic cooks and sewers. To Mr. Young we leave brighter prospects for a high school band. ARTICLE III I, Esther Beyeler, will my height to Bernice Dawson. I, Donna Beichler, will my speed in typing to Phyllis Means. I, Bernice Collins, will my fights with Henry to Margaret Yoder. I, Helen Dunlap, will my blonde hair to Jean Anshutz. I, Ena Dyck, will my artist's dreams to Donna Lewis. I, Lucille Evans, will all my brunette charms to Marian johnson. I, Howard Feeman, will my love letters from Cleveland to John Portwood. I, Opal Fry, will my engagement ring to Majora Kaufman. My only hope is that she might keep it longer than I did. I, Robert Ciet, will my ways with the women to Kenneth Bricker. I, Junior Henry, will my Cildersleeve laugh and my privilege of arguing with Miss Kalkas in chemistry to Dean Blough. I, Donald Irvin, will my Ford to Wayne Reese so he can take Majora out. I, Edith Means, will my giggles and my shortness to Elizabeth Beyeler. I, Louise Metsker, will my knowledge on Marine Technique to Betty Plants. I, Lois Meyer, will my ability for arguing to Dean Mumaw, I, Evelyn Reese, will my knack of riding horses to Evelyn West. I, Marjorie Reese, will my friendship with Helen to Roberta Rugh. I, Annette Sherwin, will my everfready smile to Althea Haley, I, Marjorie Weigley, will my l'1944 waistline to Delbert Casser. I, Donna Wright, will my sweaters to Evelyn Lance. I, Stella Yoder, will my quiet ways to Glenda Yoss. I Mary Zehner, will my extreme hairfdo's to Frances Haley to catch more men. ARTICLE IV We, the class of '44, extend to Creston High School our most sincere sympathies for the almost unbearable loss of 21 of its most talented pupils. Signed: Senior Class of 1944 Louise Metsker and Lois Meyer 9 fPage Thirteenzl

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IIQID44 ANNIUAIL 4 CLASS PRUPHECY The next morning I left for Buffalo. This time my trip was by rail, as I could see much more of the country this way. While on the train, I picked up a newspaper. There in big headlines was the announcement that Opal Fry of Montreal, Canada, had made a big name for herself by proving that a lawyer could be a lawyer without being a liar. The paper also stated that she was not married. On arriving at Buffalo, I went to see the Niagara Falls. As our class had vetoed the idea of going there for the senior trip, I had never been there before. At the Niagara Airplane Terminal, I was told that planes traveled directly from there to Wooster Airport which was now a huge concern, Of course, I availed myself of this good opportunity and went to Vxfooster the same day. How good Wayne County looked to me! It was there I saw Helen Dunlap. I stopped to chat with her, as she was just going home for lunch, I went along. She told me she was a beauty operator and owned her own shop, Margie Reese, she informed me, was a relief worker in Greece. She had gone across after the war as a Red Cross worker, and liked her work so well that she stayed there, That evening Helen and I went to Chippewa Lake where Lucille Evans and her husband operated a popular pleasure resort. They were the parents of five laughing children and Mama and Papa were very proud of them. Later, we went to see the June Bloughs. You'd never guess who his wife was. It was Donna Wright, of all persons. Such is life, ever giving unexpected surprises. Mr. and Mrs. Blough operated a selffserve grocery store. One feature of the store was little electric carts to carry the groceries. This was a decided advantage over the old push system, Further questioning revealed that the Bloughs were without children. Annetta Sherwin was happily married and lived in a suburb of Cleveland. She had nine children, all boys. Her cherished dream of a baseball team had come true. Before I realized it, there were only nine days of my vacation left and rather reluctantly I thought of going back to work. My trip back took me through Florida, for I wanted to see Lois Meyer, who I had heard was principal of schools in Miami. Saying goodbye to old friends in Ohio, I again boarded a plane for Florida. Arriving at Miami, Lois was soon located. While visiting with her, I concluded she must have a fairly large bank account for she was living quite luxuriously. Her gray hair reminded me of her part in the Senior Play, A Lady to See Youu. Lois was eager to know about all the classmates and was planning a reunion in Chio for sometime in the near future. Lois knew where Edith Means, one person whom I had not located, was living. She was at Dallas, Texas running a restaurant. The next day I left Miami for Dallas. It was my plan to see Edith while there. Her restaurant was not hard to find as it was a very good one and she was running a very flourishing business indeed. Edith was a very busy person but she took time to visit with me and, for a day, took me to the most interesting places in Dallas. While visiting with her, I was told that Donna Belle Beichler was a florist in Hawaii exporting orchids to America for thirtyfiive cents a dozen. Edith wanted to know where Marjorie Weigley was, and I told her that she was a manager in the Vv'estern Union Telegraph Company in Denver, Colorado. She was very successful and if I remember correctly she was always very systematic in her school work. Upon arriving in Arizona, I was surprised upon thinking back, to find that I had been able to see, or at least find out where all the class members were. And, mentally, I wondered why life had placed us as classmates so far apart. -Esther Beyeler fPage Fifteenj