Henrietta School - Hub Yearbook (Henrietta, OH)

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Front row: Nlarie Perkins, Arlene Holzliauer, planet Coultrip, Carolyn Sehlechter. Second row: hlr. john Fails, Caroline Greszler, Lois Steele, Voneta Hozalski, Edith Pete. Back row: Carl Christman, Billy Bonnett, Dick Currier, jerry Currier. Absent: Harold Leimbaeh. Junior Class President . . Janet Coultrip l'iecl'reside11t . . Caroline Clreszlcr Secretary . . . Lois Steele Treasurer .... Carolyn Schleehter That happy day when school began, a group of students collected in Boom 9 and began their new sea- son as the Junior class. They found there was a new member among them, Voneta lloralski from Lynch, Kentucky. Later in December. they lost a member from their class. A farewell party was given for VVayne Stayton at Prichard Currier's. December 9. Richard Currier left school early in March, I947, to join the Army. Besides the usual job of running the school store, giving the Junior-Senior Banquet, and presenting their play, The Big Blowupf' given in April, they sponsored a few other activities. Among them were the Hoosier Cornhuskers, a program given December l5, and a dance with Floyd l'ley's orchestra, given Febru- ary 21. Having had a successful -lunior year, they hope to make their last year even better. Fifteen

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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

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Front row: Mary Maszton, Joyce Currier, Betty Kothe, Dorothy Howard, Phyllis I-Iolcomh. Second row: Mr. W. M. Gould, Robert Vetter, Barbara Griflin, Corrine Husted, Raymond ' Smith, Edward Perkins. Back row: Albert Rennert, Ronald Heyman, Robert Dodd, Arnold Vandercarr, Floyd Hozalski. SOPITOITIOFG Cfass President .... Raymond Smith Vice President .... Betty Kothe Secretary . . . Phyllis Holcomb Treasurer ..... Dorothy lloward The sophomore class started their second year of high school with sixteen students. We occupied the laboratory for our happy home room and had Mr. Gould as our home room teacher. We started the year out right by initiating the poor freshmen. Their costumes and actions were en- joyed by all. At mid-year, everybody drew names and enjoyed a Christmas Party. Then every body was happy at the arrival of Christmas and New Year's vocation. After vacation we all came back and had mid-year exams. On March 5, 1947, we sponsored a dance at which everybody enjoyed dancing to Shirk's Orchestra. A good time was had by all, we hope. With the year coming to a close we all look forward to becoming juniors. Sixteen