Henrietta School - Hub Yearbook (Henrietta, OH)

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SENIOR CLASS WILL TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN: We, of the Senior Class of Henrietta High School, being of sane mind, of sound body, and bouyant spirits, do hereby give this our last will and testa- ment: I, Betty Emery, bequeathe my figure to Margaret Greszler, my giggle to Lois Petty, and my finger nails to Ruth VVebber. I, Lee Kinsley, will my foul shooting ability to Stanley Pwinski, my abil- ity to get kicked out of school and class to Elmer Junior Portmann, and my whiskers to Alex Kristy. I, Elsie I-Iostetler, give my wit to Melvin Sayers, my treasurer jobs to Loretta Gerber, and my diet to Ruth Dute. I, George Welmlaer, will my A's in American History to Bernard Buchs. my basketball score book to Margaret Creszler, and my 'cello to Richard Lamvermeyer. I, Jeanne Snyder, donate my hiccups to VVarren Bauman, my ability to hold my temper to Elmer Junior Portman, and my natural love for Zlfgll- ment to Eunice Jones, providing she is always on the right side. I, Jim Slack, will my temper to Hubert Bates, my love of baseball to Melvin Sayers, and my running ability to Gordon Wilford. I, Nancy Andress, bequeathe my pfumpness to Dolores Sapienza, my helpfulness to Opal Krieg, and my class ring to Elmer Junior Portmann, to give to his elder brother. I, Lewis Pete, give my straight black hair to Fritz Knoble, my neckties to Melvin Sayers, and my baseball ability to Elmer junior Portmann. I, Esther Emmerich, donate my slimness to Ruth Dute, my coiffure to Florence Yenick, and my good behavior to Jim Buchs. I, Jim Currier. will my straight, slick hair to Eddie Gronsky, and my art of chewing gum in Sociology class to anyone who can get away with it, QA!- though he didn't fool the teacher as much as he thought he didj I, Shirley Unger, bequeathe my cheerleading suit to Mike Gronsky, my Junior and Sophomore boy friends to Opal Krieg, and my interest in all sports to Ruth Leimbach. I, Dave Gerstacker, will my precious study habits and shaving ability to Melvin Sayers. I, Jean Currier, donate my cheerleading suit to Gordon Wilfturd with the understanding that he work with Mike Gronsky, and my hair ribbons to Allen Kendeigh. , I, Tom Williaiiis, give my Spartian physique to Hubert Bates, my rolling baritone voice to Gordon VVilford, and my slide trombone to Dolores Sap- ICHZH. We, the Senior Class, also bequeathe our Chemistry workbooks to the next struggling class, and our home room behavior and orderly conduct of class meetings during our four years in high school to the incoming Fresh- men. In witness whereof we hereunto set our hands this tenth clay of April in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and forty-two. THE SENIORS OF HENRIETTA HIGH SCHOOL Witnesses: Mary Linden Warren Bauman THE HUB

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1942 Leland Kinsley Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4 Baseball 2, 3, 4 Mixed Chorus 1, 2 Glee Club l, 2, 3 Class Play 3, 4 Letter Club 4 Jeanne Snyder Lewis Pete Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4 Mixed Chorus 1, 2. 3, 4 Dramatic Club 1 Class Officer 1, 2. 3 Orchestra 2, 3, 4 Band 3', 4 Journa'ism Club 3, 4 Cuass Play 3. 4 Model Club 2 Basketball 3, 4 Allied Youth 3, 4 Cass Play 3, 4 Camera Club 4 Baseball 3, 4 Shirley Unger james Slack Cheerleader 1, 2, 3, 4 Dramatic Club 1. 4 Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4 Mixed Chorus 1, 2, 3, 4 Band 3, 4 Orchestra 3. 4 Class Play 3. 4 Class Officer 1, 2, 3 Camera. Club 4 Dramatic Club 1 Glce Club 1, 2, 3, 4 Mixed Chorus 1, 2, 3, 4 Basketball 2, 3. 4 Baseball 2, 3, 4 Band l, 2, 3, 4 Journalism Club 2 Class Play 3, 4 Letter Club 4

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IT HATH BEEN PROPHESIED T'was on the morn of June 4, 1962, that the memorable occasion occurred. In answer to a knock on our door, I admitted a stranger who unreavelled a preposterous tale as we talked. As the man talked on I noticed something vaguely familiar about him, especially his hair, Oh, the hair! those paves! I knew that those beautiful waves could not belong to anyone but David Gerstacker. It was not long before we began to reminisce-the days-essays in American Literature Since graduation Dave had entered the good old mass, ets. automobile sales business-yes, cars and rubber ti1es had been restored to the market-and was now trying to sell the public on the .autogyro mach- ine, wnich he believed would revolutionize trans- Incidentally he wanted us to represent portation. the public in a test showing 'how economical the Zing, ,is he called it, could be. The mechanics of that complicated looking machine, Dave ex- plained, were very simple. Improvements in every line were shown over' the models of vehicles of 1942, The most outstanding feature of the zing was its ability to fly' swiftly through the air, land on 1 highway, and travel as a car. Besides these advantages the f'zing can be parked in a very small space. Flat .buildings were built in the heart of many cities for parking these new contrivances. In the test the company was to pay all expenses for a month's travel in the zing. We, my hus- band and I were to make the test, could travel anywhere we desired. Who could resist such temp- tation? Well, we could not and forthwith placed our children in adequate care, bade farewell to Dave whom we would see again in a month, and took off the following morning, It was high noon when we reached our first stop, New Yorkg our first impulse was to obey the gas- tronomic call of our stomachs. Since all expenses were to be paid by the company, why not dine at a prominent restaurant? This we -did. W'hen a waitress came toward our table I was amazed to see that it was none other than Betty Emery, that shy, demure lass who graduated with the '42 lH'. H. S. class, Betty sat right down and dined with us, this act caused no repercussions from the manage- ment because she owned t'he controlling interest in the restaurint, though she still liked to wait on tables in her spare time. After we had de- voured the tasty morsels and bade adieu to Betty, we started for Central Park. After we had gone about two blocks, ,a gust of wind blew my hat helter-skelter and right through an open window into a large building. Well, no woman is going to let a good hat get away like that. so off I took after it. Upon reaching the building, faint strains of fine music could be heard and .after following the sound I entered into a la! ge auditorium where on the stage a large sym- phony orchestra was rehearsing, As I stood there gazing I recognized George Webber, as the direc- tor! When there came a break in the music I cried Oh, Joy! George turned and greeted me with a big smile and then dismissed the orchestra. He was glad to see me and wanted to know what I was doing and how I was. He told me of the road he traveled--music conservatory after music conservatory and finally this, his life's dream. I complimented George on his grand work and left him to rejoin my husband-forgetting my hat after all. We had seen enough of New York for now and so we proceeded in the direction of Cleveland where I wanted to visit the Palace Theatre. We arrived without mishap and parked the ning in an rlevated garage. We attempted to cross one of the main thoroughfares of the metropolis and- At this point my story will have to pause for the next thing I remembered was seeing a nurse stand- ing at my bedside. Astonished, I opened my eyes wide fand who wouldn'tl for there taking my pulse was my dear old pal of school days, Elsie Hostetler. Little did I know that I would be taken to the hos- pital Where she was employed. We had much time to gossip since 1 was coniined to the hospital for five more days. On the third day a lawyer came to straighten out the insurance. Who should he prove to be 'but James Slack, that lad of the clear ringing voice who was always chosen to read in American literature class! I knew Jim had wanted to be .1 lawyer but it greatly surprised me to rea- lize that now he was working on a case for me. I almost had a relapse when he called his secretary in, for she was Esther Emmerich, but really as much should have been expected, Esther was such a whiz in her ccmmercigl classes in high school. There were now four of us '42 graduates together so we really had a ,good time remembering the many problems We used to have. Aftr 1' being released from the hospital we again took up our tzavels in the zing. This time our course was strsight west. When we reached the border of Iowa We glided onto the highway and motored for a while. All along the highway were billboard signs reading Milk Stand Ahead. Upon reaching this much advertised establishment we stopped and ordered a glass of milk. On the glass was a great deal of advertising, and I noticed the name, Thomas Williams, proprietor. Of all people, Tom, way out here. I inquired as to where Tom was and sought him out. I soon found him gently petting one of his 78 goats. He jubilantly told us of his goat ranch and the way he was trying to popularize the milk of the lowly goat. I wished Tom all the success in the world and resumed our course. Our next stop was to be California but our plans were disrupted for somewhere in Wyoming we saw a red glow in the distance and upon reaching the scene. we'found it was a forest fire. We stopped and inquired as to the cause of this catastrophe. The man I accosted was tall, lean, and had black shiny hair: the fire started, he thought, by a cig- ette. Some people would never learn! The fire- fighters wrre trying some new gadget which was ex- pected to put out fire in a shorter time. My curio- fltv was aroused so I asked who had invented this instrument and he modestly replied it was invented by'someone by the name of Lewis Pete. I ex- claimed, Why that's you! Yes, he answered, I have been out west since 1950. .Sure is grand country and if this invention works, I will stay here Permanently. Well, Lewis' invention worked and the fire was out in no time. Lewis accom- panied us back to the zing but before we reached it a loud, shrill feminine voice was heard. When its -owner approached she said, Why Jeannie, dont' you remember the Christmas seal account- i'1'!? I immediately knew her to be Nancy An- dress. But what was she doing out here? Funny. I had always thought Nancy would be a local gal. She was now connected with a traveling bureau and the fire had attracted her attention so she came over to see the spectacle. What a coincidence that we three should meet way out here. Nancy consented to show us around Wyoming and so we spent a whole week enjoying ourselves to the fullest-'iflinv around and sightseeing in the zing. When our Week was up we reluctantly left Nancv and Lewis and once again headed toward California. As we reached Salt Lake City, night was falling and so we stopped and entered a fine resort hotel and p-epered to make reservations for the night. To our' surprise who was standing' behind the desk but Jim Currier! Our class had surely scattered far and wide. Jim told us how he and Leland Kinsley had formed a partnership, had come out west and now owned, iointly, a 2.000 acre ranch plus several stores and this hotel. Jim supplied the brains in the partnership while Leland gave the brawn. It worked beautifully. Through Jimmy's great generosity we received the best fContinued on page 371