Fairport Harding High School - Harbor Light Yearbook (Fairport Harbor, OH)

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-t:::f :::.f-4-::::.a-::.+::, ::: A A Cornelia Sivak leaves her majorette uniform to Ma1'y Ann Halleck. Nancy Smith leaves her 'fhugev leather purse to Carol Lampella. Sylvia Takacs leaves her history to Mr. Thomas. Flora Tuisku leaves her legible handwriting to Mr- lVinchell. lVilliam Ulle leaves his scholastic ability to Earl Harper. Marcia Urban leaves her red tennis shoes to Elsa Patterson. James Varga leaves his three years of drumming to Delbert Kelto. Marjorie Vasas leaves her place in the girls, ensemble to Nettie Nenno. Mary Ann Vrabel leaves her shorthand notes to Nancy Mackey. Aileen VVainio leaves her crocheting ability to the Craft's Club. VVilliam VVayner leaves his smile and dimples to Tommy Sarvay. Iva VVhipple leaves her roving eyes to Patty Coleman. Stanley VVillis leaves his all-girl subjects to some lucky boy. VVe leave the juniors the proud feeling of being seniors. VVe leave the sophomores some locker space on the first floor. VVe leave the freshmen four years of work and good times. To Mr. Williams we leave our thanks for all his help with the Annual. To Mr. Branthoover we leave a coolie,, slave boy to collect his attendance slips To Mrs- Patch we leave a foam rubber platform for long orations. To Miss VVest we leave a class that doesn,t parallel park their chairs. VVe leave this picture as memories of McKinley School: Twenty-seven . ...Q-

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Last Will and Testament Louis Bell leaves Matt Ivary walking home from school. John Brown leaves his pep to Stan Modic. William Burch leaves his resting place in asS6mbli6S to future S8r1i0l'S. David Erickson leaves his I don't earev attitude to Paul Steinback. Philip Goblowsky leaves his petite,' size to Hickory Myers. James Gavelda leaves family problems to anyone interested- George Gedeon leaves his sense of humor to VValter Asuma. Jeanne Hambor leaves her skating ability to Beverly Brennan. Carol Hill leaves her headaches in Y-Teens to Miss Morgan. Andrew Jacob leaves his seat in English class to anyone who likes Shakespeare. Frank Juzna leaves his bashfulness', to Mickey Rego. Eleanor Kanoez leaves her blond hair rinse to Gerry Ritek. Robert Kerestman leaves his nose to anyone who wants to bother with it, Richard Keto leaves his quietness to Merwin Irons. Shirley Kish leaves her height to Ann VV:-iino. Charles Klein leaves his date book to Butch Hepner. Joann Koval leaves her sallow complexion to Joan Kriikku. Gordon Mackey leaves his levis to George Curtis. Patricia Mackey leaves her cheery attitude toward work to Mary Brainard. William Matson leaves his ability to stay out of trouble to Bob Coffman. Robert Mietty 'leaves his swiftness to Kilroy', Wilhoite. Audrey Mora leaves her well-worn megaphone to Margot Pasanen. Bill Nagy leaves his leadership ability to next year's football captain- Martin Naponen leaves Bob, his next of kin, in the dust. Edward Pasanen leaves his daydreaming in English Class to Niles Kinnllnen- James Pillar leaves his slick business talks to next year's Harbor Light staff. Patricia Pohto leaves her charm to the next football queen. Rita Resetar leaves her Colgate smile to Myrtle Bodkins. Betty Ritek leaves her secret reducing diet to all overnourished gals. Pearl Ruszkai leaves her days in home economics to future brides. George Sarvay leaves his physique to Norman Randa. Mary Ann Schieber leaves her noisy ways to David Olle. Caroline Sekki leaves to trap some unsuspecting gentlemen. Shirley Sheats leaves her one false tooth to next year's health classes. Gilbert Shelby leaves his butch hair cut to Clyde Bukky. T10B7lf1li31i1?

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QOJQDQOJZ' History of the Class of 1955 Although this is a book written by the students aspiring to become the future,,, it is a book of the past containing their memories. From the mass of giggling girls, and water-pistol shooting boys, we think we have, for the most part, become serious-minded young people with ideas and even habits in- fluenced by our teachers. They have been the moldersg the class, the clay, for five years. In September of 1947 a strange sight appeared at the doors of Har- ding. Yes, you guessed it, the new Seventh graders from McKinley. Mr. Young was our first victim as home room teacher, and Mr. Thomas, our sec- ond in the Eighth grade. The first two years moved fast because of the newness of the subjects, no recesses, study in the library, forgetting where our next class was being held, and the excitement of just growing up- Ninth grade, Freshmen! with Miss Rugg, Julius Caesar, our class pa- per Fresh Corn, thousand word themes, double periods, and the added energy of St. Anthony students: this all contributed in preparing us for real high school. And football! Our boys sure seemed small next to Spindle and Cashe, and the other big boysn. Miss Rugg we will always remember, for she was one of the biggest helping hands we had on the hard road of adjustment to our teachers and classmates. The Tenth grade, Sophomores-we pounced back to give Mr. Thomas more headaches because he was our home room teacher again. History classes always provided laughs if one had the right sense of humor, for no matter how old the jokes, Mr. Thomas told them in a way to make them seem funnyg besides that he got his point across so the class remembered. More football and basketball fdouble periods became even more boring, increased our knowledge and preparation for the future. The Junior year-too many events to remember them all! but no doubt the Junior Class stand, class rings, and struggling for the Prom are among the biggest. Miss Rugg was our guiding light again. Many cold rainy nights one could find her in the stand working harder than some of the class members. Remember? Mrs. Williams subbed', the second half. Chemistry shorthand and other subjects added new thoughts to our plans for after school, Senior year-the last step of building in our high school career has now ended. We have shared tears, laughs, heartaches, and happiness. We have gloried in the title of Seniors , had front row seats in assembly and the experience of having Miss West for English. The class pictures have been pass- ed around' We have had our class play, our class picnic, the Annual, of course, land the signing in themj, our guests at the Prom, and last of all, GRADU- ATION. We shall become a part of the future, but always with us will be the memories of Harding, some good, some bad, but always treasured. No longer are we school kids,'g the future lies in the individual's hands, no longer are we a class under the guidance of a teacher. But we feel capable to meet the years ahead because of the lessons learned and past experiences in the class- rooms, on the football field, in clubs, and in other activities. Thank you, Harding High. Twenty eight