Gorham Fayette High School - Eagle Hi Life Yearbook (Fayette, OH)

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Ruth Love wills her piano ability to Doris Wallace. William Mohr wills his temper to Oe-land Everingham. Frances Robinson wills her voice to Dorothy Dull. Jon Snider wills his permanent to Max Borton and his roller skates to Ruth Hall. Max Snider wills his sports ability to Clyde Brasher and his curly hair to Earl D’Lamater. Mardine Sutton wills her ability to crack gum to Marvel Russell. Pauline Taylor wills her wittiness to Patty Canfield. Ray Taylor wills his Hudson girl friends to Donald Hills. Bernard Thompson wills his red hair to Leonard Morr. LaRue Waldfogel wills his nose to An-nadelle Treat. James Whaley wills his clumsiness to Doris Hale. Robert Zellers wills his artistic ability to Jack Lester. Agatha Clinton Jon Snider Max Snider Ray Taylor Class Prophecy Finding the necessity for a trip home to the West coast, 1 went to the ticket office of the American Airlines to purchase the ticket. While waiting for the agent to get my ticket, I noticed a familiar looking person coming my way. RUTH LOVE recognized me immediately and informed me that she was on her way home for a vacation. She was a private secretary in a New York lawyer’s office. The lawyer being ROBERT ZELLERS, who in his spare time had been doing very well in drawing the famous comic strip “Little Orphan Abner”, also known as “Inside Man at the Skunk Works.” After receiving a ticket, 1 went out onto the field just as the plane was taxiing up. I boarded the plane and immediately took my seat; looking around I noticed Ruth talking to the hostess and motioning in my direction. Presently the hostess came over and asked me if 1 remembered her. 1 couldn’t place her at first but all at once I recognized her as AGATHA CLINTON—how could I forget! 1 apologized for not knowing her and she agreed that twenty years can change a person. She told me that James Whaley was piloting the plane and that JON SNIDER was the co-pilot. I asked if I could go forward and talk to them and she readily consented. As I walked into the pilot cabin James turned around and gave me a big welcome—everything about Jim is big. After talking with them I was told to go to my seat because we were coming to our first stop, Buffalo, N. Y. I descended to the field with Jon and James and we went into the airfield restaur- ant. A waitress came up to take our order and she recognized us immediately. She was LAURETA LEININGER, an old schoolmate of ours. We started a conversation with Laureta, and she told us she had just heard from EVABELLE KNISELY. Eva-belle is a secretary in a marriage bureau, still looking for a man. Jon, glancing at his watch, said it was time to start so we all hurried to the plane and took our seats. After a flight of four hours, we arrived in Toledo, Ohio. It was the shortest four hours I ever spent, for the time passed quickly, when talking to so many old friends. Ruth got off at Toledo, for she was going home. I also descended and while waiting for the plane to take off, 1 bumped into RUBY LICHTENWALD who was boarding the plane for Reno. 1 chatted with her for a while and she told me that she had heard from PAULINE TAYLOR, who was working in General Foods Experimental Kitchen. Our next stop was Chicago, and here a middle-aged lady came aboard. You could tell at the first glance that she was a school teacher. Taking a second glance I saw that she was HELEN KATSORIS. She told me that she was on her way to China as an exchange English teacher. Our next stop was Omaha and I decided 1 would stop over and spend the night. I called a taxi and within a very short time a cab appeared. To my surprise MAX SNIDER was at the wheel. Max told me to hop in and we were off for the city. Max and I

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about. Not willing to take a back seat, however, we kept our balance and left a memorial spot for others to occupy. With the help of new friends: Kenneth Gerig, Robert Zellers, Virginia Brenner, Weldon Russell, Evelyn and Franklyn Grant, Earl Gleason, Ruth Love, Ray Taylor, Margaret Walter, Verl Ballmer, Jean Wollet, Iris Kunkle, Evabelle Knisely, and Theo Bailey, we anxiously awaited the next three stops. Mr. Gallaway helped us with all activities, with his excellent and needful guidance. Paul, Patsy, Theo Dick and Gerald transferred to other ships. Miss Burt greeted us at the compartment door of the study hall and we set to work doing those things necessary to keep up the name of “Silly Sophs.” Only two more stops and the stars were ours. We were sorry to learn that Earl, Betty, Gloria, Margaret, Weldon, Virginia, Donald and Kenneth could not finish the trip with us. During our Junior year we welcomed Laureta Leininger and Bernard Thompson. The Seniors challenged us to giving them Class We, the Morons of 1944—alias the Seniors—better known as the studious, intelligent sensible and dignified jerks do hereby will or even give away—we want to get rid of them—the following items. To the Juniors we will our seats in the front of the study hall. To the Sophomores we will our “Hall of Fame” so they will have a place to sign their names when they have their Junior play. To the Freshmen we will our good judgment, to be used with care—because some of our teachers didn’t appreciate it. James Aungst wills his ability to argue to Lavon Laser. Dorothy Axford wills her blond hair to Joan Ives. Verl Ballmer wills his height to Eldered Frame. Shirley Barnes wills her romances to Ada Goldsmith. Neva Camron wills her smile to Lucille Bernath- Agatha Clinton wills her driving ability to Barbara Goble. a banquet, and after due consideration we chose the “NAVY” for our theme. Mrs. Horvath was always ready to help us. Nothing could break the tradition of giving a Junior play, so we chose for ours: “New Fires. After a few complications we put it off in grand style, March 16. We even left our prints in the “great hall of fame” for others to read. It was decided to discontinue this practice so we willingly took our names down, leaving space for others to follow. In our Senior year we welcomed Pauline Taylor and Frances Robinson. Heavy responsibilities and duties awaited us, hut our safety belts were strong enough and did not seem to mind the strain. A few of us have chosen our own star professions while others are still a little timid to jump We’ve waited a long time for just “THIS” and to those who follow we say: “Happy landings, it’s worth it.” J. Shirley Barnes William Mohr Jane Ford Will Jane Ford wills her ability to flirt to Ar-dith Schaffner and her blond hair to Jean Schmucker. Lewis Garling wills his Model T to Mil-ton Schaffner. Myrle Hinesman wills his slenderness to Wayne Williams Helen Katsoris wills her ability to work to Wilma Ledyard. John Kinkaid wills his way with women to James Schaffner. Evabelle Knisely wills her dark complexion to Joy Graf and her ability to flirt to Paula Robison. Iris Kunkle wills her giggle to Jane Clark. Junior Lantz wills his shyness to Robert Kuhn. Laureta Leininger wills her size to Lillian Aeschliman. Ruby Lichtenwald wills her pretty hands to Mary Wieland. Gloria Long wills her many sailors to the Junior girls, but they are to be evenly distributed among them

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had a very interesting conversation which was terminated only when we pulled up in front of a hotel. As I walked up to the desk I saw a man sitting in one of the chairs eye-ing me very strangely. While I was register ing for my room this man came over and asked me my name. I told him who I was and he explained that he was MYRLE HINESMAN, and that he was in Omaha on business. The next morning when 1 was checking out the clerk asked me to step into the manager’s office. I couldn’t imagine what I had done but when I saw MISS SHIRLEY BARNES, Mgr., on the door, I knew that my name had been seen on the register. I went in and had a long talk with Shirley. She told me that JAMES AUNGST and NEVA CAMRON were both working in a big hospital in San Diego. She also told me that JANE FORD and FRANCES ROBIN SON were army nurses in Alaska. After getting to the airport I found that I had just missed my plane. Having nothing to do until time for the next plane, I went into a lunchroom and ordered lunch. The place was pretty crowded and I sat at the counter by two other men, whom I didn’t notice at first, but on the second look I saw that they were LA RUE WALDFOGELand BERNARD THOMPSON. I got into a con versation with them and they told me they were leaders in the Cooperative Farmers League of America, an organization which they started. At this precise moment the loud speaker blared forth that the plane for Denver would leave in five minutes. Tak ing a hurried leave of LaRue and Bernard, I grasped my hat and coat and dashed out on to the runway. On boarding the plane I discovered that I was a few minutes early, so I went forward to talk to the hostess. Never suspecting that she might be someone I knew, I asked her if she knew at what time we would arrive in Denver. When she turn ed around to answer my question I saw to my surprise it was DOROTHY AXFORD We had no more than said hello when the other passengers began to come aboard. Dorothy promised to come back and talk to me as soon as she could find time. With this I sat down and turned my attention to the other passengers. The first to enter was a tall, dignified gentleman who looked strangely familiar. Upon closer inspection I discovered that it was MR. RICH, my former high school prin cipal—bless his soul. I immediately went back and plunked myself in the seat beside him. After I introduced myself, for he did not recognize me—I don’t understand why he didn’t for I spent enough time in his of fice for us to become well acquainted—we fell to talking and I learned that he was now head chemist at the big DuPont laboratories. We had just settled down to an enjoyable conversation when we were interrupted by a large portly gentleman in a naval uniform. He introduced himself as WILLIAM ED WARD MOHR II—Bill to you. Of course we hadall recognized William and immedi atcly fell to talking. William informed us that he was now a Vice Admiral in the Navy. William had obtained his commission in a strange way. It seems that while attending a class on battle maneuvers Wil liam fell asleep. Upon arising from his deep slumber he had waved his arms about, knocking the mod' el ships used in maneuvers into a position which would have won the battle. The officer in charge of the class thought that William had figured out the position for these ships and immediately recommend' ed him for a promotion. We were all very glad to hear of William’s good luck, and as we were all congratulating him a tall man moved up to the seat be-hind us. Not one of us recognized him until he introduced himself, for who would ever think that JUNIOR LANTZ would live to be 6 feet, 1 inch tall. Junior, always being of an inventive nature, had invented a machine to stretch short people. He was now president of a large company that sold these machines all over the world. The pilot informed us that we should tighten our safety belts, for we had to make a forced landing because of a bursted fuel line. On landing we found that GLORIA LONG and her husband were isolated at this emergency airport. Imagine that! After quick repairs we were on our way. In about an hour the pilot informed us we were coming into the Denver aii port. The door was opened and the steps were rolled up, to our surprise JOHN K1NKA1D was the man rolling up the steps. John obtained this position because of his great mathematical ability I walked in for a cup of coffee and a stately man came up to me. I didn’t recognize him at first, but on further looking it was VERL BALLMER, a peace envoy to Germany. We had a chat and he told me that RAY TAYLOR and IRIS KUNKLE were making tours together trying to find the owner of a $5,000,000 gold nugget. A speaker announced the coming of the next plane to leave for San Francisco in two minutes. I grabbed my coat, bid good bye to Verl and hurried to the plane. In about three hours we were in San Francisco. I got out and started in a taxi for downtown and to my surprise I saw MARDINE SUTTON riding in a state car, for she was the first woman governor of California. Not yet over the shock of meeting all of my old friends I arrived home. I rang the doorbell and guess who opened the door—my mother! Lewis Garling James Whaley Bob Zellers