Deshler High School - Orange and Black Yearbook (Deshler, OH)

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Class Will and Testament Friends, teachers, and heirs of our dearly beloved class of 1959, Deshler High School, City of Deshler, County of Henry, State of Ohio. We, the Seniors, have all taken it upon ourselves to gaze wonder in gly upon our fellow beingp. Realizing that there must be something that can be done for you, we have decided to help out by making this our Last, and final. Will and Testament. To Mr. Jones, we will a mahogany gavel to prevent sore knuckles while playing Yankee Doodle on his head. To Mr. Burke, we will our condolences to belittle the sorrow of our departure. But be happy, you can really become an accountant to the Juniors with all the money they have! To Mr. Weber and Mr. Pace, our advisors, we will our deepest appreciation for staying at our side and pullino us through to Washington. You both deserve a medal for bravery! To the remaining faculty we will those distinguishing gray hairs and a bottle of personalized aspirin tablets. There will never be a more punctual and well-behaved Hare liice us. To the Freshman, we will our good looks and our ability to stick with it. With these two characteristics you' 11 eventually make out! To the Sophomores, we will our ability to make money, (ha, ha) With your class, you're going to need it! I, Kay Thatcher, will my ability to be class secretary for three years to Tom Frania. You do know how to write don't you? I, Lloyd Vance, will my quiet nature to Elaine Schwiebert. What a shock for Deshler High! I, Pat Sterrett, will my ability to keep quiet in typing class for 24 minutes to Judy Powell. What a blessed gift for the teacher. I, Jim Tussing, will my position as center on the basketball team to Bev Van Zandt. You've already got height. 7 ° I, Susie Ruskey, will my quietness to Astrid Monigold. Like they say, Silence is Golden. I, Ann Romaker, will to Jerry Hubba Hutter my baton, whistle, and shako. We hear they're banning long pants next year too. I, Joan Slebos, will my basketball ability to Brant Watson. It may help, you know. I, Judy Spangler, will my nickmane Cute Ears to Dick Jones. You won't miss a thing now! I, Laurane Thurston, will to Lauren Inbody my name Laurane. You'll be so feminine now! I, Norma Jean Sunder man, will to Arlene Be In'man the ability to keep the Dutch language in circulation. May Herr Schmit always remain the popular song. I, Dale Eickmeier, will my hog-calling ability to Lorena Challen. Heck! you may as well have my hogs too! I, Dick Reese, will my height and basketball ability to Bud Ward. Now, Bud, you can stop talking about Jim D arrow. I, Tom Rutter, will to Jim Nosedive Pelton a snapshot of a crisp morning sunrise at 40,000 feet in a flying rowboat. Watch it, Jim, this is a tricky one! I, Dale Allen, will my soprano voice to Jim Powell, I'll keep my masculine charm though. I, Margie Belum an, will to Bobbie Lee my love far shick shocolate milk shakes. They're even better in Shina. I, Norma Hogrefe, will my ability to stick to one man to Janice Walthers. It may seem hard, but nothing's impossible. I, Bill Hogrefe, will to Norman Sunderman my beer card. Now you can buy beer on draft. I, Ron Hoops, will my driving ability to Chris Stoephel. Watch out for those school buses! I, Marilyn Mahnke, will my eyebrow pencil to Joyce Wens ink. Now you don't have to wear bangs! I, Carol Meyer, will my nickname Carol the BaiTel to Karol Rader. May you always be as round and happy with it as I was. I, Jim Gerken, will my coniving ways of skipping classes to Janice Rettig. All you need now is a reserved seat in Study Hall. I» Sandy Meyer, will my intellectual ability to Jon Hawkins. Use your head, Jon, it's the little things jn life that count.

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1999 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, FIRE!, As SUGAR CAIN, chief blast-off man at Cape Canaveral Rocket Base, fires the rocket, Barrel No. 2, named after that notorius alcohol-guzzler, CAROL MEYER« SUGAR'S able assistant, CUTE- EARS SPANGLER, reports that the rocket is on course, and contact with the boiler room is made by SOOTY THATCH ff------ The pilot , CRASH GERKEN. and co-pilot. FLASHY RUTTER, navigate the rocket toward the moon MARY LOU MAHLMAN is busy running her electronic typewriter, sending messages to the poop-deck engineer, CROW STERLING. SE CV SlEBOS is occupying her time by shoveling fuel into the rockets engine. MOPE TUSSD G is mopping the kitchen, while CHEF WIMPY HOGREfe is preparing pizza, with his able assistant PEPPERONI WAGNER. As we near the moon, we see that flaming redhead, NORMA HOGREFE, preparing the rocket base far landing. The Welcome committee, headed by the Mono's Policital Representative, GERRYMANDERING THURSTON, greets the group. The band is in full force, led by BONY CASTEEL and the Spacemen Four, with RUTH SEEDORF as featured vocalist. GREASY YARNELL and his ground crew secure the ship. HIGH-TEST TEETjb, runs out her fuel wagon, and refuels Barrel hlo. 2. The crew is escorted to their quarters by DRAGGY HOOPS and the rest of their chamber-maids. The crew is then called to meal-time by JKCS SIC EEK. The meal consisted of thick scholate milk shakes, served by DUTCHY BEHRMAN. The crew then watches a raovie, the first attraction a comedy—starring BUGS EICKMEIER and his Hayseed Six. Between the comedy and main attraction, beverages were served by SN AKY MEYER, chief saleswoman for the MAHNKE BREWERY COMPANY. The main attraction, MEN AfJb fiABIES starring the mad lover, OOGEE, who sweeps CURT COWELL off her feet, is next on the bill. The group retires at 3s 00 A.M., for a busy day lies ahead. At 1:00 P.M., we were led on a tour by SHAPLEY SHARPE, whos been around. The tour consisted of a trip to JACKSON S jfl3 JOINT, wfiere the proprietor, MARYANN, introduced us to her ten children. Next-the zoo. The zoo-keeper, WRENCH ALLEN, gave us a sample of his many talents by singing a Japanese lullaby completely in falsetto. For Heaven Sakes! None other than our pal, NORMA JEANS UNDERMAN, the only crying hyena in captivity, being fed b y ANN ROMAKER, who donates her wages to the Moon's Symphonic Band, directed by her husband, Verne. We ran across the noted scientist, RON MAAS, with his assistant, MARGARET BEHRMAN. They've been working on a formula to prevent the decay of rotten teeth! Well, it's time to leave the moon, and journey to Mars. We've picked up two passengers since our departure from Earth. BUBBLES RUTTER is supplying the champagne music while SHORTY JOHNSON keeps the passengers busy with her fan-dancing. SGT. REESE produced a blinking red light, and it wasn't for artistic purposes. It seems we broke the cheese barrier, and that isn't allowed. He threatened us with his strong-woman, PAULA REITER who's able to lift a five pound weight now. She always carried a load with her in school. Crossing over Mars, we noticed two of our mates—SUE CLAYTON and PAT BLUE, cleaning canals. It seems they've been having trouble with the sanitary system lately. RUDY BASSELMAN, SUSIE RUSKEY, and RON PANNING, have been helping by putting stoppers in. Mars at last! Our first attraction was MU SC LES H ILLA RD. who brought our ship down with his bare hands. We were conducted on tours, with LLOYD VAN££t as our bus driver. He plowed through all that cheese and it was just grate. Well, it looks as though our journey is about to end. As we prepare for departure, we see our close friends, THE JAMES GERDEMANS (the former PATTY STERRETT) waving a fond farewell.

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We, Margaret Be hr man and Macile Casteel will our loyalty to the Senior class to Don Moser and Larry Sidle. May you always be as hard-working as we were. We, Jean Johnson, Barb Rutter, and Mary Lou Mahlman will our friendly nature to Betty Van Scoyoc. live it up next year! We, tiie Seniors, can only will our happiness to Sue McMaster. We see she's got what she wants. We, Wanda Hoops, and Ruth Ann Seedcrf, will our long hair to Pat Yantz. At least you'll be warm in the winter! I, Jim Gerdeman, will my ability to sleep in class and get away with it to Jerry Van Horn. You can stay out later at nights now! I, Dick Hillard, will my muscular build to Ken Hagen. The address for further information is Atlas Body Building, Minneapolis 4, Minnesota. h Oggie Yungmann, will my way with women to Larry Rumbaugh. This added to yours will make you completely irresistible. I, Ron Panning, will my duck tails and orneriness to Dick Hogrefe. Now you can be the life of every party. I, Wanda Tietje, will my witty humor to Ron Meyer. Speak up, boy! ! We, Paula Reiter and Mary Ann Jackson, will our ability to attract out-of-town boys to Rebecca Stoephel and Barbara Overmeier. Just watch 'em roll in now! We, Colleen Wagner, Carol Cowell, Sue Clayton and Ear la Sharpe will our cheerleading ability to Carolyn Arps, Naomi Vance, Judy Diem, and Nancy Walther. You'll have them yelling, if not cheering. We, Larry Sigler and Rich Yamell, will everything except our cars to Eldon Cohrs and Eldon Behrman. The only thing you'll need now is a car. I, Ron Maas, will my good looks to Jim Schwab. Maybe you'll make king again next year. I, Lynn Sterling, will to Willie Rauch my blueprints of every test. But beware of the sound of tearing paper. 1, Rudy Basselman, will my ability to play feminine roles to Martin Mahnke. Don't let your slip show. I, Steve Cain, will my name Sugar to Tom Hunt. May you always be as sweet as I was. I» Pat Blue wiLl my ability to get out of classes with a legitimate excuse to Sarah Fay Mansfield. All you'll have to do now is be baby sitter for Mr. Burke.