Henrietta School - Hub Yearbook (Henrietta, OH)

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CLASS HISTORY ln September, 1942, fourteen former students hustled back to begin high school careers. Upon ar- riving, we found Shirley Coultrip, formerly of Lorain, added to the roll call. After the matter of getting set- tled, we elected our class oilicers as follows: Marjorie Griffin, as President: Ethel Kristy, as Vice President, Helen Horvath, as Secretary, and james Buchs, as Treasurer. Working hard on our subjects, we were soon interrupted by the Sophomores, who gave us a hard going-over, called Freshman lnitiationf' which lasted one whole day at school and was carried over into the evening. We survived, and with no ill effects. At Christmas time, Marjorie Griffin invited us to her house for a Christmas party. A11 who were able to attend had a grand time. Mid-year exams were taken, and we all passed with flying colors. Then with an over-abundance of snow, we decided to sponsor a coast- ing party. It was held on February 14 at the Buchs' residence. Time elapsed, and after a suggestion at a class meeting, the class decided to sponsor a contest of three one-act plays to be given in April by the Fresh- man, Sophomore, and combined junior and Senior classes. The play entitled Elmer and the Lovebugu was our choice. About this time, a new member from Oberlin, Carl Gottschling by name, was accept- ed in our midst. The total reached 16. The remain- der of the year sped by, exams were taken, and we future Sophomores were anxiously awaiting our next school year. As the old school bell rang out its last warning to go to our class rooms one early September morn- ing, fifteen seats were filled in the Sophomore room. After the roll was called, we found that one of our classmates, june Gerber, had left us to go to school in Elyria. While we were grieving over this loss, we did have one consolation. There were three new teachers, two strangers, Mr. Gould and Miss Watson, and one we all knew, D. A. Wasem. We put our heads to- gether and thought it would be a good idea to choose class officers. jim Buchs got top honors and Glen Sanders, second, Shirley Coultrip was chosen to do all the writing, and Marilyn Richey to take care of the money. Our first business was Freshman lnitiationf! Of course, we had to repay them for what we got when we were Freshmen, so we had quite a bit of fun. So did they-we think. On November third we sponsored a hayride. Since it was leap year, the Daisy Maes invited the Little Abners. After a tour of the whole township, we stopped at the Scout Camp for entertainment. The Christmas season called for an- other party. This time Mrs. Breuning invited us to her Oberlin home for the affair. We had a wonder- ful time and were all pleased with our gifts. Exams came and went, even though we didn't have many school sessions during the winter months because of snow. A11 work and no play makes jack a dull boy, as the saying goes, so on April 23 we laid aside our homework and journeyed to the Coliseum for a class skating party. Afterwards we were the guests of Betty lleyman at her home, where we were entertained and served refreshments. Despite the cuts and bruises and broken bones. we all attended school the next day to continue working. We really hadn't done much that could add any money to our class funds, so on Max 13 we asked johnny jackson to come out to play some tunes, old and new, so we might sponsor a May Dance. This dance turned out to be a success. Our class boasts of a very fine athletic record for the year. The Sophomore Class gave to the sports activities of this year three varsity boys and three cheerleaders. The spring pitcher of our lle-nrietta team was a Sophomore boy, with others from the class doing their share. Our girls were also very active on the girls' softball team, which was not very successful this sea- son, sorry to say. These 15 ambitious Sophomores studied and studied the last few weeks of school so they might make the grade and return next fall in the esteemed rank of juniors. ln the fall of '45, the fifteen members of the class of '47 resumed the burden of studying their books and reaching their destination as juniors. This year certainly held many surprises. The leaders of our gang were Helen Horvath, as President, Laura Yenik, as Vice-President, Marjorie Griliin, as Secretary, and last but not least, Marilyn Richey, as Treasurer. We received the traditional duty of taking charge of the junior store. Then we sponsored many dances to boost the sum in the treasury. On April 9, 1946, we juniors royally entertained the upperclassmen at the junior-Senior Banquet. The dinner was held at the Martin Hotel in Oberlin, and a dance followed, which was held at the school. April 12 and 13 were the dates of our junior Play, called That Crazy Smith Family. The year soon passed and all the future Seniors looked forward to the next prosperous season when they would be considered the Mighty Seniors and models for the younger classmen. The '46-'47 school year found fourteen of the originals back, anxious to participate in the many new thrills of the senior year. On September 9, 1946, we chose the following potentates: Shirley Coultrip, as the leader, Helen Horvath, the substitute, Marjorie Grifhn, to write the notes, and Marilyn Richey, to dole out carefully the money. The Hrst business to fContinued on Page 311 Thirteen

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CLASS WILL Classmates, and members of the Faculty of Henrietta High: We, the class of 1947, have called you together upon this solemn and serious occasion to listen to our last will and testament and to receive from our dying hands the few gifts we have to bestow in our last moments. Such things as we have we pray that you will accept as a sacred trust from ones that have gone before. We, the class of I947, being about to pass out of this intellectual sphere, in full possession of a stuffed mind and almost superhuman understanding, do make and publish this our last will and testament. We do dispose of our possessions as follows: l, IVIARILYN RICHEY, will my absent-mindedness to Carl Christman, my school books to anyone who can keep track of them, and my job as Hub Editor to Carolyn Schlechter. I, SHIRLEY COULTRIP, bequeath my muscles to Nelson flowe, the scorebook with prompt lineups to who- ever can get them from Coach, and my ability to play the piano with fantastic motions to my sister. I, LELAND MooRE, give my ability to play basketball to Carl Christman, my ability to pass out graduation cards to Corrine Husted, and my ability to get around teachers to Harold Leimbach. I, FLORENCE YENIK, donate my mischievousness to anyone who can get away with it better than I did, my naturally curly hair to Arlene Holzhauer, and my share of locker 13 to anyone who can get more books in 'there than I. I, DONALD GIBSON, will my ability to be messy in physics to Mr. Gould, my trombone to Laura Mae Brown, provided that she will play Trombone To- boggann at the next assembly, and my mechanical mind to Mary Maszton. I, IIELEN HORVATH, will and bequeath my oflice peri- ods to Pam Andress, my cheerleading tights to Ierry Currier provided he and Abbie Bennert try out next year, and my resistance to being ticklish to Stosh Truszak. I, LAURA YENIK, will my share of locker 13 to any- one who's not afraid to open it, my cheerleading ability to Kenny Unger, and my very good behavior to Janet Coultrip. I, ETHEL KRISTY, donate Iny stocky figure to Dorothy Howe, mv ahility to get in trouble in Mr. Fails' study Twelve hall to Caroline Crcszler, and my share of locker I3 to anyone who can get more books in there than I. I, JAMES BUCHS, bequeath my height to Nelson Howe, Iny ability to get good grades in general business with- out studying to Voneta Hozalski, and my ability LO play basketball to Arnold Vandercarr. I, JAMES IVES, will Iny ability to act and ad lib. in plays to Janet Coultrip, Iny ability to get blamed for things I don't do in sixth period study hall to anyone who wants it, and my scientific ability to Harold Leimbach. I, BETTY IIEYINIAN, will my blue jeans to Voneta Hozalski, my ability to play the saxophone to Barbara Crifhn, my love for dancing to Harold Leimbach, and my stretchy gum to Mr. Fails. I, MARJoRIE CIRIFFIN, will my ability to break fingers to Dorothy Howard, all the offices I held in my senior year to Albert Rennert, and my physics book and workbook to anyone who wants it, provided they understand everything in it as I didn't. I, ELAINE WILFORD, will Iny stylish clothes to Laura Mae Brown provided she can get in them, my long fingernails to my sister provided she files and polishes them every night, and my fat figure to Janet Schlechter. I, CARL Co'1'rscIILINe, will my typing period to any- body who can work harder than I did, my wavy hair to Bonnie Heyman, and my physics workbook to Edward Perkins. We, the class of '47, will and bequeath to the class of '48 any pieces of paper, chalk, or pencil stubs that we have left behind in the excitement of gathering up our beloved treasures for the last time. Make good use of these, for this is a free country. We, the class of '47, will and bequeath to the class of '49 any overlooked chunks of gum we may have left sticking to the underside of desks, door-knobs, chairs, or other likely places. Sometimes we have had to rid ourselves of these too quickly to be able to pick and choose the most desirable means of disposal. We, the class of '47, will and bequeath to the class of '50 our Kiddie Kar to be placed in the trophy cabinet as an inspiration to others, for it will remind the students that it is the honorable chariot on which the class of ,47 rode through the old school building with such flying colors. WITNESSES: janetCoultrip Arlene Ilolzhaucr O

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CLASS PROPHECY l was enjoying a vacation in New York, the first in many years. As I was strolling through the park on the way to my hotel, I felt rather lost, all alone in the big city. When I passed a small newsstand, I noticed the headline in a newspaper. It read, Inherits S500,000 Fortune. I gasped. What a tidy sum to fall heir to, I thought. I wonder who can be that lucky? just for curiosity's sake, I turned into the small shop to buy a paper. I bought it and saw several other interest- ing headlines, so I invested more in newspapers. I turned to leave the shop when a picture of a beautiful girl on a magazine cover caught my eye. I picked up the magazine to examine it more closely. Down in one corner, in small print, were the words Photo by D. L. Gibson-see page Z. I turned to page two. Sure enough, it was the Gibson I knew, the one from Henrietta, my classmate Don, who was so keen about photography. But imagine this, a photographer for a model agency! Nice work if you can get it, and I guess Donnie did. As I paid for the magazine I made a mental note to look Donnie up during my stay in the city. l gathered up my newspapers and headed for the hotel, thinking I had enough to read for the evening. After dinner I went into the lobby of the hotel to settle down to my reading. I picked up the paper with the head- line about the S500,000. As I was reading the details of the story, I saw the name of the heir several times, but it didn't phase me in the least. It was just some Mrs. Betty some-one. I can't think of the name now, but as I continued to read, it told something of the lady's history. She lived in Henrietta and was the former Miss Betty Heyman. Why, that's Nean Heymanln I murmured to myself. I used to go to school with her. The people around me were' an- noyed at my muttering and let me know, by way of sly glances. Feeling slightly conspicuous, I buried my nose deeper in the newspaper. Turning the sheet I came upon the page devoted no scientific developments. One article was about the comple- tion of the 'Z-Bomb. When I was in high school, it was the A-Bomb but there had been so many others invented since, they were almost running out of letters to name them. The article contained a statement by the inventor, Prof. Cordon K. Wilford. I wondered. Could he be the Gordon Wilford I knew in Henrietta? As I glanced across the page, a photo caught my eye. It was a picture of an explorer or some one of the sort with a group of natives. The explorer was a woman, and she looked rather familiar. I read under the picture. It wasn't an explorer at all, it was a botanist, Prof. Shirley Coultrip, who was studying plant life in the Amazon region. No wonder the woman looked familiar. Shirley was my class- mate at good old H. H. S. My, this lobby is getting noisy, I thought to myself. Perhaps I had better go to my room to finish my papers. I wonder what fate befell the rest of the kids in my class. I'd give anything to hear something about them. With this though in mind, I returned to my room. Settling down in a chair with my feet propped up .it the accustomed angle, I again became absorbed in my reading. As I scanned the paper, I noticed the story of an ap- pointment of a U. S. minister to Mars. What next will they think of? Now it's Marsg pretty soon they'll be send- ing ambassadors and ministers to Hades! I read down the column a short distance. The minister was a woman, the Fomteen first to ever represent the U. S. in Mars. Her name was Ethel Kristy, from Ohio. I was willing to bet any money it was the Ethel I went to school with. She always lik.-d to argue, and would be a very good one to represent the U. S. in Mars and stick up for our side. Right then 1 made another mental note, this time to write to my Congressman and ask about the next minister to see whether it really was Ethel. My! what's this? Two save lives of passenger. That was a noble deed, I thought. I wonder how it was done? I read further. It seemed that a jet-propelled strato-liner, on a regular flight to the moon, had crashed in the northern woods of Canada shortly after its take-off. Many of the passengers were injured, but the first aid administered by the stewardess, a Helen Horvath, and a Royal mountie, Lee Moore, saved many of the lives. These names sounded familiar, too. I didn't doubt in the least that Helen had turned out to be a stewardess. She always liked being dif- ferent. And Lee Moore, if I remembered rightly, was the policeman in our Senior play. Maybe he liked being a policeman and joined the Royal mounties after graduation. At any rate, I was glad to hear of them. New York is famous for its scandal sheets. just to be curious, I bought one. One story was titled Laura .lilts An- other. This must be one of those little incidents made into a scandalous story. I commenced reading. Laura, it seems, was rumored to have married the son of a steel magnate, and now she was leaving him. But, of course, it was just a rumor. How those newspaper writers like to use their im- agination! I happened to be corresponding with Laura, and none of the story was true. Laura was my girl friend Lollie, whom I used to chum around with all through grade and high school. This story made me angry. Who were those blundering idots that write such scandal? I turned to the editorial page to see if the reporting staff was mentioned. It was, and there on the list in the complaint department was Carl Gottsehling. I forgot my anger and laughed. Carl would make the ideal person to take all complaints. I could just see him with his feet propped up on a desk answering phone calls. Then a brilliant idea struck me. I rushed to the phone and called the complaint department just to talk to Carl for old time's sake. It was nice to hear the voice of one you knew. After my phone conversation, I found it hard to settle down to reading again, so I put on my coat and went out for a walk. As I strolled through the park, my mind was filled with thoughts of my classmates. We used to have so much fun. How I wished we could relive those days! All this reminiscing made me feel rather low. Then I noticed the sign on a theater. A dazzling musical was in progress, introducing a new singing sensation. I hesitated. Should I or shouldn't I go in? Yes, maybe it would lift my spirits if I sat through a musical. I approached the box office, pur- chased my ticket, and entered the lobby. I saw that I wasn't the only one wanting to see the picture. While in the line in the lobby waiting to get a seat, I heard the lilting voice of the new star. It was a beautiful voice, so soft and sweet. It sounded just like Florence Yenik. She had a marvelous voice when she was in high school. I wondered if she had made the grade and was no-,v in the movies. I was impatient. I pushed my way through the waiting crowd, so I could get into the theater sooner to see if it really were Florence. During my mad rush through the crowd, I caught a glimpse of the girl as her face was CContinued on page 37l