Homer High School - Trojan Yearbook (Homer, MI)

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Pno lhecif Clan ofc ’57 The scene is the train depot in Detroit, Michigan; the year is 1977. As we come in, we see Laura Kirts sitting on the bench near track 7 polishing a bridle. Approaching her, but not sure of who the other is, is Lorene McDowell. As they recognize each other, Lorene drops the manuscript she is carrying and the pages come out of their binding. As the two rush to pick up the pieces before the crowd tramples on them, we see that the manuscript is a history of the Class of 1957. Seeing as the train does not leave for another hour, the two sit down and start pouring over their classmates' present activities. The search for the Class of ‘57 began in New York City where Raymond Bender was discovered behind the wheel of his taxi cab. In Grand Central Station (it was with'great amazement that we learned this,) Jerry Gilbert is working as a dispatcher for the New York Central, keeping all the trains on schedule. Page number two holds another great surprise. Gerald Thurston's life-time occupation of winding the famous clock in Times Square. It was a visit to a recording studio that found Bruce Landis hard at work punching holes in the records. We were shocked to learn that Robert Winchell was running a bar in Jersey—a dairy-bar that is. As we turn to page three, our eyes lite up with surprise as we read that Martha Steeby was the President's nurse. (She also doubles as his caday.) It seems that this is no longer a man's world. We discovered proof of this statement when we learned of Helen Chamberlain's chosen vocation. She is one of West Virginia's best grease-monkies. More evidence to back up this statement is found when it is learned that Ken Davis is running a girls' boarding school. It was with ooh's and ah's that we looked upon page five. Here was a cover of the Actor's Fate and whose face did we find staring at us but Blair Bascom's. Reading on, we soon knew his story. Blair is serving as head drama coach at Steven's College for Women—his latest hit? Little Men. Everyone loves a circus. This is especially true of the Class of '57, because it is under the big top that three of its members can be found. Here circus lovers are thrilled and amazed at Gene Densmore's trained flees. We were in for a bigger surprise, however, in learning that the main attraction is Pat Willaert, and her trained elephants. Nancy Norton's headquarters are the main dressing tents. Here she trims the beards of the bearded ladies and massages the heads of the bald-headed clowns. Since clowns aren't the only ones who have bald heads, Rosalyn Betz is running a very successful business—an exclusive barber shop specializing in Yul Brynner hair cuts. When we turned to page twenty we looked twice before believing what we saw. Evelyn Bender as a famous model in a store selling clothes for tall girls? They say a woman's best friend is a diamond. If this be the case, Ruth Cortwright is probably the most popular gal west of the Rockies. Her talent is very rare—she mines and cuts these fabulous gems. Another gal owning her own factory is Mary Herrick. She manufactures heating pads for sore baseball players and their aching muscles. As page thirty-one was flipped, we found that Mildred Hartman has an interesting occupation. She works in an adhesive-tape factory where she plays their loyalty song, I'm Sticking With You. This page also held a clipping from a newspaper—a gossip column. Columnist Beverly Gregg gave us some interesting and amazing information. Alma TiNison is employed in a Chicago night club as a dancer and singer. , Glancing down further at the bottom of Beverly's column, we learn that Bill Koons is still living on the rruu or luvc. , Page forty-four gives us a feeling of pride and a little sorrow. Our own Mike Bradley, now a famous track star, had run the mile in 3.57 minutes. The only problem is that he has another sprained ankle. Two members of the '57 class have the nation's health on their minds. It is said that milk is the healthiest type of food, but that is just one man's opinion... Bob Chamberlain's. His statementisbiased, however, as he runs a diary farm. Turning to page forty-six, we see that milk-maid Nancy Blair agrees fullheartedly. Fred Butter's reducing salon has two regular customers so we learn. Both these gents perform services which left us wondering if our eyes were not deceiving us.. .Warner Green, who writes term-papers, and Bob Cascarelli who carries the title of Head Monk in California’s monastery. The next pages were a mystery story of great interest. There were three missing links in the class of 57. It was at this point that the new head of the F.B.I., Ruth Neitzke, was called in for help. It did not take long to uncover two of these—they were located just two jungles and one swamp apart. Deep in North Africa, Doyle Combs has set up an Arthur Murray Studio. If he is lucky, he gets a few customers before Bill Wood gets to them. Bill's profession? Shrinking heads for export to the U.S. (He's been in this line of work since he lost his dear wife, Gertrude.) ... . We know where the missing link is now. She is in the Detroit depot, but what is her story? Mrs. Laura Night'n'day and her faithless horse, Rusty, have been traveling back and forth from village to village taking care of people with in-grown toe-nails. i (7 0LAAx.au

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7he Hintony ofi the Cla i oft 1957 In the fall of 1953, we, the Class of 1957, were enrolled in our first year of high school. Our officers for our freshman year were Martha Steeby, president; Mildred Hartman, vice-president; Mike Bradley, secretary; and Joyce Michael, treasurer. That year, we were very ably represented on the Student Council by Nancy Blair and Laura Kirts. Our sponsors were Mrs. Miller and Mr. Erbisch. Shortly after the year began, there came an event that all of the sophomores had been anxiously awaiting. That event was the annual freshman initiation. We came to the evening initiation festivities in high style, wearing all of our clothes insideout and backwards. But it was all in good fun, and we survived without a scratch. September of 1954 saw us again returning to the halls of Homer High. We were then mighty sophomores. For that year, we picked the following as class officers: Joyce Michael, president; Helen Chamberlain, vice-president; Alma Til Ison, secretary; and Mildred Hartman, treasurer. Our representatives to the Student Council were Nancy Blair and Colleen Moor. As our sponsors, we chose Mr. Erbisch and Mr. Gustafson. This time when initiation rolled around, we were on the giving end and found it quite enjoyable. We gave the freshmen a very thorough going over. In April of that year we sponsored our first all school dance. The Spring Roundup. As our junior year began, we realized that we were already beginning our second half of high school. Our officers for the junior year were Mike Bradley, president; Blair Bascom, vice-president; Alma Til Ison, secretary; and Robert Chamberlain, treasurer. Mildred Hartman and Ervin Wood represented us on the Student Council, and our sponsors were Mr. Erbisch and Mr. Draime. Our junior year was a busy one. In the fall, we sponsored the annual Sadie Hawkins Dance. During the year, we ran half of the concession stands, sponsored bake sales, scrap and paper drives, and even sponsored one junk drive. In May of 1956, we honored the Class of '56 with the annual Jr.-Sr. Banquet and Prom. The theme of the prom was My Blue Heaven. It was greatly enjoyed by everyone that attended. When we enrolled last September, we realized that we were in the home-stretch of our high school careers. At last we were Seniors! The class officers for our final year were Robert Chamberlain, president; Mike Bradley, vice-president; Alma Til Ison, secretary; and Mildred Hartman and Nancy Blair, co-treasurers. Beverly Gregg and William Koons represented us on the Student Council. As our sponsors, we again chose Mr. Draime and Mr. Erbisch. After the first semester of this year, we found ourselves in the midst of a whirl of activities and plans for graduation. Before we realized it, our high school days were coming to a close. We finished our final year with the Jr.-Sr. Prom and our Senior Trip to Washington, D.C., New York City, and Niagara Falls. Now that we are saying farewell to old Homer High, we wish to express our utmost thanks to our sponsors, parents, and teachers, all of whom have given us that ever-welcome helping hand during the years we have spent in school. Bty YYlihe Bnadley

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Lait Will and ‘Jentament We the Senior Class of nineteen hundred and fifty-seven, hereby, in sound mind and judgment, make and publish this to be our Last Will and Testament. Blair Bascom wills his slim physique to Joan Young. Evelyn Bender and Nancy Blair bequeath their ability to go steady to Loretta Keifer. To Butch Lons, Robert Cascarelli wills his flirtatious ways. Doyle Combs bequeaths his tallness to Earline Warner. To Annie Rising, Jerry Thurston wills his mechanical ability. And oh yes, we must not forget next year's senior class. To them, the class of '57 gladly wills its seats in Coach Gustafson's Government class. We hope Coach has a better response from them. Robert Winchell wills his so-called fishing ability to Beverly Ambler, in hopes that she will catch more fish than he did. To Beverly Smith, Alma Tillson willingly wills her innocent ways and ability to stay engaged. Roland Bowersox bequeaths his quiet ways to David Konns. Raymond Bender gives his duals to Dale Petersen for his future dream car. To Helen Cascarelli, Mike Bradley wills his trombone. Helen Chamberlain wills her crazy-mixed-up ways to anyone wishing to accept them. Now we puase in the individual bequeaths of our will and testament to mention next year's juniors. The Senior Class bequeaths to them, the ability to get away with as much nonsense as we did and to enter class with good excuses--or otherwise, for being aosent or tardy. Lorene McDowell unwillingly wills her babyish ways to Bob so he can coo to the girls next year. Laura Kirts bequeaths her tact and technique to stay away from Dick, to Christine Estelle. To Jerry Hammond, Bruce Landis wills his farming ability. Nancy Norton bequeaths her prim, sweet ways to Virginia Watkins. Martha Steeby, after due consideration, bequeaths her brains to Pete Walker. Beverly Gregg unwillingly wills Gary to next year's she-wolves. She also wills him enough money to play pool whenever he wishes. To Pinkey Taylor, Warner Green beaueaths his shy, studious ways. Mildred Hartman bequeaths her smallness and sweet ways to Sandra Heiney. Mary Lee Herrick wills her wiggles and giggles to Janice Root. Gene Densmore wills his guitar and Elvis Presley personality to Ronnie Sharp. Jerry Drumhiller wishes to will his haircut to Julie Reichow. To Carol Rocky, Ruth Neitzke wills her lost pounds. To anyone wishing the latest model hotrod, Bill Wood wills his made-over convertibles. Fred Butters, after due consideration, wills his souped-up Ford to Coach Gustafson for his Driver's Training Class next year. Fred also wills his shop worn tardy excuses to anyone who can use them effectively on Mr. Edgerton. Ruth Courtright bequeaths her quiet ways to Marty Miller. Ken Davis wills his ability to be a Romeo to Barbara Kubasky. To Bob Allen, Robert Chamberlain bequeaths his athletic ability. Rosalyn Betz wills her blushing ways to anyone not easily embarrassed. Now is the time to mention the Sophomores of next year. The Class of 57 wills to them its ability to get along agreeably in class meetings. No, we must not forget the Freshman Class. To them the Senior Class wills its ability to face the responsibilities that it has faced and the class wishes the very best of luck to you. To Bill Erbisch, Pat Willaert bequeaths her slimness. Bill Koons bequeaths his boasting ability to Sidnee Sackett. Jerry Gilbert wills his ability to be late for everything, to anyone wishing to stay on good terms with the coaches for sports. The Senior Class wills to our two sponsors; Mr. Erbisch, who has been our sponsor four years; and Coach Draime, who has been our sponsor two years; our sincere good wishes and gratitude in helping us through our difficulties and worries. This, our Last Will and Testament, was signed, sealed and published by us, the Senior Class of nineteen hundred and fifty-seven. By: Helen Chamberlain Rosalyn Betz