Highland High School - Highlander Yearbook (Medina, OH)

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I went on and finally arrived at the beach. I just settled down when a side show came to the beach park. Lo and behold who do you think I saw next? Well LYNN LOWNSBURY was a midget in a giant show, and JOANNE FEESS turned out to be a famous lady wrestler. In the days that followed, I found many of my old friends on the beach just sunning themselves. WILBUR WILEY told me that he was teaching Charles Atlas courses. ALICE ROBINSON turned out to become an expert stuffer at the Mortuary Brothers Green Olive Co. BETTY REDER, who in her spare time figures calculus for Dr. Albert Einstein’s private laboratory, was looking for JOAN PETH. She wanted Joan to teach her how to swim. You see, Joan has been teaching sailors to swim. She is an expert Life Guard now. She taught SHIRLEY CADY to swim. By the way, Shirley is now running the-largest Lonely Hearts Club in the district. You know Ruth, that I never was much of a dancer. I wanted to learn in the right way and I thought Arthur Murray’s Dance Studio would be the right place. While MARTIN OLIVER, the head instructor, was teaching me the Samba, he told of someone else who had made good in the dancing profession. It turned out to be none other than MARVIN FARNSWORTH, accompanist at Mme. LaConga’s Studio for children from one to three. His old flame, SHIRLEY FEICK was making a living by giving home demonstrations on “How to Keep Blonde Hair Really Blonde.” I heard that she had a private secretary now. He was the world’s champion on timed writings. His latest was 127 words per minute with only % error. This speed demon is JOHNNY SOURS. When I learned to dance well, I decided to go to a big dance. The dance was held at the Rockefeller Plaza where RONNIE CIAMMAICHELLA, the head butler, got a ticket for me on the sly. This was really a classical dance, but the thing that fascinated me most was the frail little harpist they had. I took one close look and found it to be Sir (if you please) LARRIMY STILES. It was a gorgeous sight. I ran into PETE GEE at the dance and he said he was now raising Holsteins. He doesn’t understand how he could have ever stood those Jerseys. He was telling me about a few of his neighbors in the country who had been raising stock. One was SHIRLEY MARIE MYERS, who had a 20 acre duck pond, and MARGE BOTZ was another who now had 24,000 pigs. Then there was KEN MILLIGAN who had a 75 acre truck farm just raising lots and lots of vegetables. I guess, from what he said, DONNA SZYCHOWICZ, a proud home maker at the “Jiffy Build-A-House Co.” lived 5 miles down the road. Next, I saw PAT BROWNING and she was helping her father sell Cadillac cars in a town near our old stamping grounds. MILDRED BUEHNER had taken up the occupation of head pretzel bender in the Yum- Yum Potato Chip Co. Well by that time the music had died down and the soloist came out and it was LOLA JEAN FABRICIUS. She was one of the grandest Mezzo Soprano’s I had heard in years. She was introduced by LOIS MULLET who, by the way, ran a reducing salon, was pinch-hitting for JANICE WAGNER. Janice was delivering the State of the Union speech. The president had laryngitis. I heard that BILL WINTER was in the crowd and he was a Justice of the Peace in the Ozarks. I myself didn’t see him, but I did see NANCY SEARLES. She was then sinking (pardon) I mean sing- ing light opera with Slim Whitman. Then I met my old friend SHIRLEY ANN MYERS. She was a telephone dis- connecter with the Bell-Vernon Telephone Company. She also said that ART NEHRENZ was the center with the Hartland World Runners. Then JIM THOMPSON revealed his secret job that he was working for quite some time. He was the president's personal taste tester at the Will-Jack Dog Food Co. He was looking for DONALD STEELE, who was really out of town training for the Olympics. JUNE DAMON told me that on her way home from college where she is taking up bookkeeping, so she can keep track of all her little tax deductions when she gets married in the near future. She met RAY HOFSTETTER on his way to his flea circus. He says they aren’t much trouble but once in a while, his troubles get into his hair. By this time I was getting pretty tired of renewing all my acquaintances, and I decided to go to the hotel and get a good night’s rest. On the way I stopped to see JANET RODENBUCHER. I asked her where she had been and she told me that she was now employed by the Peabody Pickle Plant. BETTY PELOT also worked there in spare time because she was the editor of the Gushey-Gooey Romance magazine, and it kept her busy. She said that was nothing as compared to BILL SMITH who pasted skull and crossbones on Iodine bottles. Well I got in fairly late and found the scrubwoman very busy with her chores. I looked again and discovered that was no scrubwoman! That was CAROL FOSTER, she was trying to find her key. She dropped it on the floor. While Jooking, she bumped heads with VIRGINIA SUMMERS, a garbage ‘collector at Lakeside on Lake Erie, who had lost her key also. I was just exhausted and went to my room. It was about 3:30 and I had just fallen asleep when I heard the most horrible racket. It was SANDRA CHRISMAN. She had a new TV show, “Rise and Shine.” Just imagine Rise and Shine at 3:30 in the morning. She was telling about her very happy friend, WILDA DAGUE who occupied her time knitting little things, for her Chaughaua puppies. She was introduced by BILL BRAMLEY, who was the technician at WGETSSTEDS-TV. Well Ruth, that is just about all except for one more item. Can you imagine where IRENE EASTON is? Well she is in Alaska selling iceboxes to the Eskimos. Can you simply imagine? Well I'll write you again next year. See you soon. Your faithful friend, ALJAN

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I, Alice Robinson, will my ability to type 29 correct words per minute with 30 errors to Jan Baltrusaitis. I, Nancy Searles, will my bass horn to anyone who thinks they’re strong enough to carry it around. I, Marge Shook, will my pet monkey to anyone who can mimic him. I, Nancy Schwelgin, will my ability to get along with study hall teachers to Chuck Miller. I, Larry Stiles, will my football uniform and ability to plug up the center of the line to Chuck Hummel. John Sours, will my ability to fix tires to Glen Goodson. Donald Steele, will my musical talents to John Gallatin. , Joan Straley, will my dimples and smiles to Connie Neiheiser. Virginia Summers, will my ability to speak Spanish fluently and accurately to Mr. Mason. Donna Szychowicz, will my pretty legs to the boys on the basketball team. Jim Thompson, will my basketball ability and speed to John Gallatin and David Damon. Vincent Pisano, will my typing ability to Miss Bittner. Janice Wagner, will my red hair to Pat Hodgman. Wilbur Wiley, will my ability to referee to Mr. Rios. Bill Winters, will my ability to get along with teachers to Glen Goodson. SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY Dear Ruth, I had the most wonderful time over my summer vacation. I spent every day on the beach. I had more difficulty getting to the resort than you could ever imagine. I got everything all packed up and went to load the car. I got out to the garage and much to my surprise, I found the car gone. So I took a trolley down to the police station to report the theft and found out the chief of police was none other than BILL FORTNEY. Well, he decided that I should call my husband, who was at work. While calling, I remembered he had taken the car to work just as he did every morning. So the next day I started out on my trip. I got five miles from nowhere and I heard a funny thumping in the front of my car. I got out just to see one of my tires go flat. Luckily, I had my AAA card and I walked to the nearest house to call. It was the home of NANCY SCHWELGIN. She was very busy writing the World Almanac for the Zooloo head hunters of Africa. She said that she had learned how in Vasser College, where she spent one term with LUCY GOOD, who was taking up acrobatic dancing for a profession. I made my call and the man from AAA came out and it was RONNIE RICKBRODT. He had turned over a new leaf and was driving a 1910 Model T Ford. He fixed the tire and then I continued merrily on my way. On the way, I stopped in the little town of Hanstake. I stopped at Smeltz’s Salome Shop and there was LAURA- JEAN ARNOLD as head Butcheress. She told me that her old friend, HELEN BOLAS, was doing very well as a hat and dress designer at Mme. Picasso’s shoe shop. She found out when she was reading the Nosey News of which PEGGY GREATHOUSE is the editor. She let me glance over it and I found out some pretty amazing things. MARGE SHOOK was training “would-be” tarzans to swing from grapevines. I read that ROSIE HARRIS was playing “Max” on Milton Berle’s show. She was doing quite well at it. I also read that VINCE PISANO had auditioned for Arthur Godfrey's show and now he is one of the regulars on his Wednesday night show. I found out that our own JOAN STRALEY was down in Africa selling snow suits to the natives. Well after that I didn’t have much time to get to my destination.

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Jerry Weaver, President; June Myers, Vice-President; Mary Morris, Secretary; Catherine Berger, Treasurer. First Row: Marlene Denk, Maxine Denk Second Row: Dale Crabtree, Homer Coleman, Jerry § Bush, John Edwards ys thoes CAINS Se oee9 5 First Row: Janet Eyerdom, Ruth Leonhart, Clo- theal Hunt Second Row: Elizabeth Lang, Edward Kraus, Dale Loomis, Karol Klusty