Jackson Liberty High School - Blue and Gold Yearbook (Amsden, OH)

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CIIISS PRUPHECII Last week I received a letter at the T.V. studio lwhere I act in a seriall, from Kathleen Steinmetz telling of the Class of 1958's reunion to be held at her place June I, I978. I was so thrilled I sent a return letter saying I would certainly be there. I could iust imagine the surprises I would have when I saw all my classmates who had become complete strangers in the last 20 years. Surprises came sooner than I expected for as I was addressing Kathleen's envelope this is how it read: Miss Kathleen Steinmetz, lEditor of the Moon Gazettel Shine Street, Moon Town, Moon. Now, I knew this get together would be exciting. I have dreamed of visiting one of the planets ever since the famous Air Force Mechanic, Virgil Hughes, in- vented the passenger rocket which very inexpensively carried vacationers to outer space. It seemed like years till June Ist rolled around, but finally I found my- self phoning a taxi to take me to the rocket station where I soon would be off to the moon. As the taxi drove up to my house I realized the driver was also a J.L. Class of '58 graduate. Earl Myers then told me he had controlling interest in all taxi service in New York. He also said he and his wife were going to the reunion too, and that she was waiting at the station trying to get last minute seats for the trip. After we arrived at the station we had about 30 minutes before blast off, so the first thing I did was to buy a newspaper and sit down to enioy some earthly reading before entering the rocket. Wouldn't you know it, the first article to catch my attention was of a railroad engineer, Tom Kissling, being sued by the great veterinarian, Robert Graber, for derailing his train and traveling right through the dog pond, right smack dab through the middle of the dog pond. About the time I finished the paper I heard a ladies voice over the loud speaker telling all passengers to get aboard the rocket. The voice sounded very fa- miliar and when I looked up I saw it was Ruth Ann Shaferly. Ruth Ann was the head sec'y. at the Rocket Air Lines and was doing quite well for herself. The mink stole she wore when she finally entered the ship, proved it. Once the rocket was in the air I got up courage enough to open my eyes. I was surely glad I did for much to my surprise Judy Rouser, pardon me, Dr. and Mrs. Robert C. McGough were sitting right across the aisle. We talked for a long time and then I suddenly began thinking how high we were and I began to feel pretty low, so Dr. Bob suggested I go to the front of the plane where his medical sec'y., Sandra Sayre was, and she would gladly furnish me with some space sick pills. The pills did wonders and again I was searching the rocket for J.L. '58 graduates. I entered the rocket's kitchen and spied Betty Stahl IMrs. Dick Woessnerl warming a bottle on the stove. I chatted with Betty for awhile and learned that Dick was pres. of Pet Milk Co. and she and Dick had 4 children. I wonder if buying a cow would be cheap- er in their case? The stove didn't have time to cool till Barb Mc- Elhaney IMrs. Roland Hutchinsl came in with her set of twins and two more bottles. Barbara's high class man- ners and dress gave me a hint to the fact that Roland was now co-owner of the Atlas Crankshaft. All of a sudden the rocket began to shake and roll and rock till everyone was so iumbled and mixed up that quite a panic occurred. Just at that moment someone rushed from the coffee room and dashed off to the pilot control room. I thought I recognized his hair so I decided to investigate. By then the ship had smoothed to a gentle upward direction and everyone was once again in their right seats. When I reached the Pilot room, there was the Air Force' Pilot, Paul Hughes, ear phones and all, calmly guiding the ship to its destination. In the co-pilot's seat was seated a tall, pale man that looked as if he had had the scare of his life. Paul explained that he had been chatting with this ex-J.L. '58 student, Ronnie Ginnever, when he decided to leave Ronnie in charge while he went to heat some coffee. Ronnie, being a truck driver had no idea how to control the shaking ship and I guess he was really relieved when Paul came dashing back. When Ron finally could speak, all he said was that he guessed he would stick to truck driving. Later in the passenger section I saw Dr. McGough and an x-ray technician treating a lady who had evi- dently been hurt during the shake up. I was really surprised to see that the iniured person was Betty , 17

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THIS I SHIIII IEIIUE We, the members of the Senior Class of nineteen hundred and fifty-eight, Jackson-Liberty High School, City of Amsden, County of Seneca, State of Ohio, the United States of America, being of sound mind and memory, do make, ordain, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament. FIRST: To Jackson-Liberty High School we offer our deepest sym- pathy that never again will there be a Senior Class, with such talent, good looks, and one that is as fine and lovable as the class of 58. SECOND: To the Faculty we do will and bequeath memories of such a scholastic, hard working class as ours. To the Junior Class, we do will and bequeath the ease with which we have handled the faculty in dear old J.L.H.S. with the hope you will do the same. To the Sophomore Class, we do will and bequeath our ability to have as many on the Honor Roll as we have had. To the Freshman Class, we do will and bequeath our ability to make and spend our vast amount of wealth. To Mr. Sollars .......... We leavel To Mr Shaw, we do will and bequeath another Democracy Class of one hundred percent attendance five days a week. To Mr. Kettler, we do will and bequeath a Senior Class with the same promptness as possessed by the class of 58 , especially in getting to home room period on time. To Mrs. Murphy, we do will and bequeath 4 new staplers during the last I0 minutes putting the Newshound together, providing she receives them before the bell rings. To Mr. Foulkes, we do will and bequeath all our rat tails and pigeon heads for the pest hunt next year. To Mr. Davis, we do will and bequeath three less basketball players measuring six feet, three inches from the floor. To Mrs. Emmert, we do will and bequeath a future Macbeth and Lady Macbeth. To Mrs. Smith, we do will and bequeath five automatic dish- washers so her little angels won't get those rough, red, dishwater hands. To Mrs. Enwall, we do will and bequeath another interesting chemistry class so smart that they will never again send the student body into a flurry while testing their experiments. To Miss Huff, we do will and bequeath all the musicians, instru- ments in the Senior Class, drums, horns, and cymbals. To Mrs. Kettler, our secretary, we do will and bequeath fifty less feet pattering into her office a day asking her for a pencil. To Mr. Massie, we do will and bequeath twenty-five less love letters and gum wrappers in the halls. To the cooks, we do will and bequeath twenty-tive less mouths to fill. To the cheerleaders, we do will and bequeath another roaring pep club. To Bob Gee, we do will and bequeath twenty-five less students to clean up after. I, Gail Ecker, do will and bequeath the editorship of the News- hound to Linda Vogel. I, Betty Frisch, do will and bequeath my natural curly hair to Betty Colwell. I, Bob Graber, do will and bequeath my position as stage man- ager to anyone who can fulfill it. I, Paul Hughes, do will and bequeath my ability to get to classes on time to Bernard Scherger. I, Virgil Hughes, do will and bequeath my Chevy to anyone who can keep it going all the time. I, Sandra Jones, do will and bequeath all my books to anyone who can find them, by the time that classes begin. I, Tom Kissling, do will and bequeath my ability as Senior Class President, to anyone who can be in home room period 5 days a week. I, Janet Luzcder, do will and bequeath my four years of Home Ec. to Lula Byers. I, Marvin Ludwig, do will and bequeath my promptness and speed to Ronnie Krupp. I, Ronnie Ginnever, do will and bequeath my ability to stay awake in classes to Joe Saalman. I, Bob McGough, do will and bequeath my ability to dance to anyone who thinks they can do better. I, Earl Myers, do will and bequeath my weight to Art Bickelhaupt. I, Ruth Nicholson, do will and bequeath my shy, bashful ways with boys to Rosemary Myers. I, Barbara Nye, do will and bequeath my ability to stick with one guy to Sue Compton. I, Judy Rouser, do will and bequeath my shortness to Carl Bricker. I, Martha Saaiman, do will and bequeath my loyalty for Dick to Janet Feasel providing she stays loyal to Clark. I, Joan Sabo, do will and bequeath my long, blond hair to Peggy Meyer. I, Sandra Sayre, do will and bequeath my cars to anyone who has the courage to drive them. I, Ruth Ann Shaferly, do will and bequeath my ability to stay away from boys to Beatrice Kellar. I, Betty Stahl, do will and bequeath my soft voice to Alberta Hollinger. I, Kathleen Steinmetz, do will and bequeath my editorship of the annual to anyone who likes work. I, Mary Williams, do will and bequeath my patience with the teachers to Ronnie Hedden. I, Kay Yoakum, do will and bequeath my cheerleading ability to Marcia McDonald. I, Mary Peters, do will and bequeath my laugh to Earl J. Myers. l, Barbara McElhaney, do will and bequeath my ability to get a diamond to Paulette Huffman. We, Tom, Bob, and Paul, do will and bequeath our ability to get out of school to anyone who needs it. We, Robert, Virgil, and Earl, do will and bequeath our ability to get into trouble to anyone who feels mean. We, Ronnie and Marvin, do will and bequeath our ability to be seen in Fostoria to anyone who can't have fun elsewhere. We, the Athletes of the Senior Class, do will and bequeath all the athletic department to any group capable of filling it. We, the Dramatists of the Senior Class, do will and bequeath dramatics to anyone who feels like dramatizing. In witne'ss whereof, we have set our hands and seal this Twenty-fifth day of May in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and fifty-eight. Lawyer ..., pf- , f Witness... Witness..

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CLIISS PRUPHEW Frisch or better known these days as Mrs. Milton Berle Jr. who travels the world with her husband as a great comedian team. ' I guess Betty was leaning over the seat entertaining Susie Frey, the crying daughter of Martha Saalman Frey when the rocket decided to go hay wire and Betty went sailing over the seat ending her performance for the day. Betty was lucky though for the x-ray that Mrs. Fred Cockrane gave Betty proved that she came through with no broken bones. That's when I learned that Joan Sabo had gone to x-ray technical school and later married Fred Cockrane and was now the mother of 2 children both of school age. I finally decided to return to my seat and iust think about all the classmates I had seen and try to figure out who I hadn't seen yet. Just then I noticed a gray haired man seated about 4 seats up reading a hot rod magazine. Gee, he sure did look distinguished and what a pretty wife he had beside him. I wondered if he could have been a '58 graduate. I couldn't stand the suspense so I asked Judy and Bob and they said it was Marvin Ludwig who was one of the best known car customizers in Oklahoma. I didn't hear if Marvin had any children because right then the rocket iazz band began fo play and Kay Yoakum one of our classmates sang a few numbers. Kay had surely made a name for herself since she started to sing for the Cocacobanna Club three years after graduating. A yellow light flashed above the pilot room door signifying that we were to fasten our seat belts for a landing. What a thrill actually being on the moon. I could hardly move my eyes fast enough to take in all the strange wonderful sights. But being equally anxious to see the remainder of the class I hurried to Kath- leen's house where we were greeted by her private sec'y. lMrs. Mary Williams Smith.l Mary and her 3 children pinned moon shaped name tags on us and we adiourned to the all glass sun room or should it be moon room or mars room, oh well, iust the all glass room. So far the day was perfect, everything Kath- leen had planned was exciting and wonderful, that is, everything but the green cheese she served for an afternoon snack. Somehow I managed to get it down but I just didn't feel quite as good until two women on the other side of the room caught my attention. At first I thought they were fighting but found out it was just a disagreement. You see, Barbara Nye who is making a career as an Army WAC, was finding a few faults with other branches of the service and ran into an obstacle when she was overheard by the wife of the Air Force Me- chanic, Virgil Hughes. This difficulty was soon settled when Janet Luzader, the superintendent of all Fostoria High Schools applied her knowledge of straightening out disagreements. When Kathleen again started passing the green cheese around the room, I knew the only way of re- fusing to take a piece was to leave the room before it got to my seat. This plan would have worked beau- tifully if Ruth Nicholson hadn't decided to pass the plate the opposite way I thought she would and caught me before I had time to excuse myself. If Ruth knew how I hated to take that cheese, she probably would have felt very bad because Ruth is now Personnel Manager of S. S. Kresge Store and their motto is to always satisfy the customer. My life was saved or should I say my appetite was saved when Nancy Miller, daughter of Mrs. Mary Peters Miller let her French Poodle get a little too close. I must say even the dog looked disappointed when he bit down. At midnight when the party began to break up everyone agreed that the day would have been perfect if only one more '58 graduate could have enioyed this re- union. Sandra Jones was the only classmate that could not make the party. Sandra was on a tour with her husband Coach Larry Hedden and his famous Salem World Strollers who had a game scheduled, for June lst with the equally famous Harlem Globe Trotters. As we all gathered in the rocket for the homeward trip we heard on the radio that Larry's team won with a score of 200 to 250. Once again on earth we said good-byes and agreed to hold another such party in 1988, ten years later, this time, I said I would entertain the group but I told them not to be disappointed if that day didn't com- pare with the one we had iust enioyed. In everyone's estimation it couldn't have been better. -Gail Ecker