Hempfield High School - Epilogue Yearbook (Landisville, PA)

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CLASS PROPHECY It is the year 1960. Having just returned from one of my numerous round-the- world tours with my husband, I visited a former schoolmate of mine, Marion Waller, who was now married and living in Rohrerstown. She was the loving mother of three sons, the oldest named Kerwin, Jr. While chatting about the weather and things in general, we began reminiscing about the class of '48 and how widely scattered it had become. X Many members of the class had married and settled down to live happily ever after --or so the story goes. Among them were Don Ginder, who was employed at Hoff- man Seed Company and was now living in Mt. Joy, and Clara Weidman, who was residing in Salunga. The mention of Salunga brought to my mind Loretta Sweitzer, who had been such a small quiet person while in high school. I was quickly informed that she was now editor-in-chief of a new woman's magazine published monthly in New York City. This certainly was a surprise! I was not surprised, however, when I discovered that the Armstrong Cork Com- pany had changed hands, and that the new manager was none other than Jay Risser, former president of the class of '48. In this latter position, Jay had proved himself capable of the job he was now holding, He had married and was living with his family in School Lane Hills. Don Cope, a graduate of Penn State in the school of agriculture, was one of the leading businessmen of East Petersburg. He had employed as his private secretary Jessie Covert, a former classmate, who was now known as Mrs. Joe Sagerer. Upon turning on the radio to listen to our favorite band- Jackf' Way and his Jumpin' Jacks-we were amazed to hear Gerald Carrigan broadcasting a play-by-play description of the Army-Navy game. This brought to mind a vivid recollection of Gerald's most cherished dream-that of becoming a sports announcer. I was thrilled to know he had achieved his ambition. My curiosity thus aroused, I began asking questions concerning the rest of my classmates. To my surprise, In learned that Jack Longenecker, who had majored in mathematics in college, had received his doctor's degree and was now head of the Department of Mathematics at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Chet Schoen- berger was conductor of the Philadelphia Symphony Orchestra and was also teaching advanced courses at West Chester State Teachers College-his alma mater-in the art of playing the saxophone. He and Janie were residing in West Chester. Anna Louise Shenck, I was told, another graduate of West Chester State Teachers College, was now an instructress of physical education at Hood College. She was a successful career woman, but had quite a few suitors. This fact brought back many recollections of our high school days! An article in the evening paper attracted my attention immediately when I noticed Joan Forney's name. This article was' one of praise for the great services she had rendered as a social worker in Mississippi. She had entered this field upon gradua- tion from Juniata College, On the front page was a picture of Clarence Mowery, a research chemist at the DuPont Laboratories, who had perfected a means of obtaining hydrogen sulfide without its nauseating odor. This he had been working on ever since his days of chemistry while a junior at East Hempfield. On the society page, I noticed that Jo Weaver, a graduate of Ursinus College, and who was now holding the position of Dean of Women at this same institution, would be speaking on the subject The Importance of Educationj' at the next meeting of the College Club. She had received wide acclaim as a speaker. This, of course, caused me to think of the happy days spent in public speaking class during our Senior year. Betty Edwards, I learned, had studied portrait painting and was exhibiting a

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23 Jay Risser, Jack Longenecker, and Don Cope. To Wayne Becker, Clarence Mowery wills his passion for photography. To Elmer Spahr, Earl Way wills his beard and his way with women. To Elaine Gingrich, Gene Grubb wills his aloof manner. Nancy Kumler, Jean Hauenstein leaves her ability on the basketball To court. To the sophomore girls the senior girls leave their defensive positions on the hockey team. AND LASTLY-We appoint our beloved friend, Sylvester Poff, to be sole Executor f thi 0 s, our Last Will and Testament. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, we have hereunto set our hands and seals this fi't is day of March in the year of Our Lord Nineteen Hundred and Forty-Eight, .' The Class of 1948 E. H. T. H. S. Per Emu Q6-WL... 5f.,.M.2f' ' Ugwnf Signed sealed and delivered b th b , y e a ove named testators as and for the Last Will and Testament of the Class of 1948, in the presence of us, who in their presence and in the presence of each other, at their request, have subscribed our names as wit- nesses thereto. Zvfkvffisfivvp

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portrait done in oils at the Philadelphia Art Galleries. The subject of this portrait was her constant associate, Bernice Miller, who was employed as a stenographer in 'a large concern in Philadelphia. Speaking of stenographers brought to mind Dot Metzler and Ruth Ebersole. I inquired as to their whereabouts and learned that Dot was now employed as a recep- tionist in the Brubaker Manufacturing Company, of which Elwood Brubaker was presi- dent. He had started his business upon graduation from Elizabethtown College and was now one of the most prosperous and influential men of this community. Ruth Ebersole was also employed at this concern as a private secretary to the president. 1' Elva Gochenaur, who had beenlworking for her sister on a farm, was now married and living on a farm of her own. Wanda Dawn Weaver had achieved wide renown as an excellent hairdresser, a trade learned from her father, and was living in Chicago. Jean Hauenstein, now the wife of a Williamsport inilk man, was the mother of an adorable set of red-headed twins! Daniel Heisey and Landis Bowers were contributing their share to Lancaster County's position as the Garden Spot of the World through their highly developed successful farming ventures. Gene Grubb, having enlisted after his graduation from high school, was now a lieutenant-colonel of the United States Army, stationed in Washington, D. C. When I heard these things I gasped in wonder, for they were practically identical to the futures predicted for us in the class prophecy written way back in 1948.