Henrietta School - Hub Yearbook (Henrietta, OH)

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lrirlry six RESERVESQUAD Front Row: Albert Renncrt, Nelson Howe, Edwin Gibson, Edward Perkins. Bock Row: Holm-rt Vetter, Bill Bonnett. Donald Gibson, Ronald Hayman, Robert Uocld, Mr. john Fails. FOOTBALLSQUAD Front row, left to riglrl: Dick Currier, Bill Bonnett, Carl Christmun, jim Buclls. Buck row: Carl Cottschling, Stanley Truszak, Jerry Currier. Absent: Harold Leimbuch.

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VAl4Sl5l'Y Front row: jcrry Currier, Dick Currier, 'lim Buchs, Curl Gottschling, Stunlcv Truszuk, Harold Leimbach. Back row: Robert Vetter, Coach Fails, Bob Dodd. VARSITY BASKETBALL SCORES VARSI'I'X' Buchs t,ttttt tttttt ttttt 2 5 7 Gottschling 77 7 77 93 Truszak 153 Currier 77 53 Currier 77 ,,,,, 23 Lcimbach 7 84 Bonnett 7 7 O Smith ,,,, 7 7 ll llcyman 77 0 Belden 77 Grafton llirminghum Bl'OWDllClID Penheld 7 South Amherst Brighton Lu Grange Pcnliclcl 7 VV2lliCll1ill1 Cmnclcn Brownhelm L11 Grungc 7 7 South Anilierst Brighton Bll'ITllIlgllLlIl1 Camden 77 VVakemun 77 77 Belden 77 Home Visitors 19 78 31 51 49 34 42 41 34 54 22 46 36 52 38 48 45 44 34 36 38 36 44 37 42 30 24 47 33 39 32 39 35 28 37 54 29 39 RESERVES lleyman ,,,t,t. 77 77 Rennert 7 7 Gibson 77 Perkins 7 77 Gibson 77 llozalski 7 Bonnctt 7 llowc 'Hiirtt

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Boys'Sports The boys of Henrietta this year pioneered in something that they hope will be carried even further in the future-touch football. A game was played with the Birmingham team and the Henrietta boys won 12-0. The boys look forward to a tackle football team in the future. Mr. Fails and Mr. Gould both complimented the reserve squad for the fine sportsmanship and high spirit they showed in spite of a rather unsuccessful season. They always tried hard, and they were of great help to the varsity in practice. As spring rolled around, the boys found themselves working earnestly on the baseball field. They entered the Lorain County boys' tournament and lost to Ridgeville in the first round. However, the game with South Amherst, 5-l, and the other games played showed great improvement. Class Prophecy QCo11tiriued from page HD flashed on the screen. It was Florence. That settled it. I sat through the movie twice. After the movie, as is my usual custom, I went into a small restaurant for a bite to eat. As I sat there eating my pie and drinking a cup of coffee, I overheard some teen- agers in the next booth. They were excitedly talking of a flying sub that was to make its test flight the next morning otf the coast. It seemed this flying sub was the latest thing in water and air-craft combined. Yes, squealed one girl, and did you see the pilot's picture in this moming's paper? His name is jim. lim who? asked one of the boys. A jim Buchs from out west in Henrietta, Ohio, was her reply. Upon hearing the name of the pilot, I jumped from my seat and rushed back to my hotel to see if I had pur- chased that particular paper along with the others that very morning. I looked through the papers, but I must not have had the right ones, for I could find no picture of jim anywhere in all that mass of dehydrated wood pulp. But I did find something else of great value to me, an article on growing frosted foods in the Antarctic. I guess maybe that will dampen the frosted food industries. You might say growing frosted foods is impossible. That's what I thought, too, until I read who performed the experiment. It was an Agricul- tural Agent, james C. Ives, with the Kat Expedition in the Antarctic. I knew, as soon as I read Jim's name, that it was possible. Jim always had inventive genius, and I was confident that he'd find a way to grow frosted foods if it took him forever to prove what he thought could be done. I was getting tired. It had been a strenuous day for me, with all the excitement of hearing about my old class- mates, so I prepared myself for bed. just as I made myself comfortable, the phone rang. I jumped up from my reclining position with all the en- thusiasm I could muster, picked up the receiver, and voiced a rather shaky, Hello, That voice on the other end-who is it? I thought. Surely I know. I should. It sounded just like Marjorie GrifIin's. But how would she know I was here in New York? The last I knew she was in Paris, working as a buver for one of New York's leading stores on Fifth Avenue. Then I asked who it was. I grabbed for a chair to seat myself. It was Marjorie. But how? where? what? why? I fired questions one right after another which she had no time to answer. Then I asked her how she knew I was there at the hotel? I quicldy put my hand over my mouth so she could have a chance to answer with no interruptions. She told me she had seen my name in the hotel register when she reg- istered that afternoon and had tried all evening to contact me. I could hardly hold back the tears. 'iMarjorie, my pet, I squealed, why don't you come to my room where we can have a nice long talk? I'll be right with you, was her reply. With that I put the receiver back in place and continued sitting. I was too weak to move. Presently I heard a knock. It was Marjorie. We sat for hours talking about old times and people we knew. It was fun. She told me she came back from Paris for a conference with an American designer, none other than Elaine Wilford. She was working for a movie studio in Hollywood designing costumes for the stars, and she wanted the latest fashion information from Paris to use in her next venture. Marjorie was to meet Elaine at 10:30 the next morning for breakfast and the conference. She ex- tended the invitation to me, and I readily accepted. We had talked for hours on end and the time was slipping by all too fast. We decided to retire for the night with the high hope of meeting in the morning. This we did. Elaine was as surprised to see me as I was glad to see her. We walked to the dining room and found a table. As we were giving our orders to the waiter, someone accidentally bumped my chair. The woman turned to apologize to me and indeed, what a pleasant surprise the bump turned out to be. The woman who bumped my chair was Marilyn Richey. We asked her to sit down with us and have a bite to eat. We asked her how she happened to'be in New York. It's a long story, she said, but to make it short, here's the way it goes: After graduation I was awarded a scholarship. So I went to college. Then I began to teach school. I was put in charge of advising the publication of the high school newspaper and yearbook. Right now I'm attending the Iourna ism onvention at the Universit . I giggled. Poor Marilyn. She wad, always getting stuck with the job of editing the school newspaper and yearbook at our school, too, and now that is her life work. I was sorry to break up the party, but I had to return to thebholtel to begin ppclgng. I was leaving on the l:lO to go ac to my um e omicile. As I was packing my clothes, I thought of all the happy reunions with my classmates. My heart swelled with joy to think that I had accomplished such a wonderful feat. After I had boarded my plane and settled back in my seat, I considered seriously taking a position with a missing persons' bureau in my own home town. Thirty-seven