Jefferson High School - Delphi Yearbook (Delphos, OH)

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Senior Class History 1 The fall of nineteen hundred and forty- 'ly Qx? , tering Jefferson. This class was led by l Charles Hiegel, president, and his helpers, Dolores Burkholder, vice president: Jerry Sheaffer, secretary and treasurerg and Ralph Bohn, sergeant-at-arms. Among the school activities enjoyed were class par- ties, G.A.A., Y-Teen, band, choir, basket- f -,S ball, football, and baseball. 4' -- We assembled the next fall, to find that ' some had left our happy throng and a few new faces added. Our class president was Paul Hiegelg our vice president, Patty Metcalfe, our secretary, Patty Wells, our treasurer, Janice Linderg and out sergeant-at-arms, Melvin Jones. This year we had two semi-formal parties at which we played games, danced, and had refreshments. Our Junior year was a year of decision. We selected our class flower, the iris, our colors, the colors of the rainbowg and our motto: Character is the cornerstone of all success. Enjoyed by all who attended was our class play For Pete's Sake. Another event of the year was the prom. Five of our members were inducted into the National Honor Society. Class offi- cers were: President, Nick Checklesg vice president, Weldon Brown: secre- tary, Evelyn Humphreys 5 treasurer, Martha Nash, sergeant-at-arms, Charles Hiegel. Just think! We are now seniors after four years of toil. This has been a year for football with the team winning a trophy. Our class ofiicers were John Reed, presidentg Avenell Jones, vice president, Patty Metcalfe, secre- taryg Paul Druckemiller, treasurerg Don Sterling, sergeant-at-arms. The name of our class play was The Visitor. All of us looked forward to the prom, Baccalaureate and Commencement. The prom, which had as its theme the Rainbow, was a colorful affairg and Commencement and Baccalaureate were solemn and memorable. gl: four found a group of eager freshmen en- lkuf Lf- 9 Q A l 5 X I ' Senior Class Prophecy One day as I sat in my study, I thought of my former classmates whom I had not seen for twenty years. Suddenly overcome with a fierce desire to see them all again, I departed into my laboratory and turned on the Elec- tric Eye, my latest invention. Delphos was very different. As a traveled down the streets fvisually of coursej I came to the Morris Super Station. The building was now all glass, and the roof was a landing for airplanes. Nancy was up there servicing a plane. Standing near was Robert Tigner, a very famous Fuller brush man. He seemed to have much trouble talking as he had a large cigar between his teeth. From this level I surveyed the surrounding country. I noticed a large structure. This I recognized to be a state hospital for the insane. At the entrance was a plaque which dedicated the building to Evelyn Humphreys for her outstanding work in the field of nursing. Inside was the oflice of 29

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i Chloris Theohald Robert Tigner Gem-ral-G.A.A. 1 2, 3, 43 Y-Teen l, 2, 3, 4. General Patricia Wells Commercial-Secretary 25 Band 1, 2, 3, 45 Letter 33 c:.A.A. 1, 2, zz, 4, View 1, 2, 3, 4, Re-Echo 4, Del- RUd0lPh Wufst phi 4. General-Class Play 3, 4 28

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Nick Checkles, psychiatrist. Assistants to him were John Reed and Paul Hiegel. Their job was to strap down inmates. Sighting a cloud of smoke I quickly switched the Eye to the north end of town. Disappointment had its day for it was nothing but the A. C. and Y. Limited pulling in. Engineer Bohn was at the throttle while Fireman Johnson was busily shoveling coal. Alighting from the train was the Zollner Piston basketball team accompanied by their star player, Albert Metcalfe. Near the roundhouse was a billboard which read, Are you tired? Need pep? Try Charles Hiegel's Golden Medical Prescription. Pasting on new signs was Norma Kohorst. The new signs read, Joyce Kiggens for Congress. The eye turned back to Main street. It penetrated the walks of the Capitol. The matinee had just begun, and on the screen I beheld Gerry Myers singing a duet with Rudolph Wurst, the outstanding boy soprano of our day. I noticed a huddled group in the back of the theater. The Eye focused on Head Usher Druckemiller Cstill hoping to become a noted mu- sician.J He was looking for a diamond pin which had accidently been knocked from heiress Elizabeth Kortier's hair. It had happened as Dolores Burkholder and her husband left to do the evening chores. Near the theater I found the Buettner, Blockberger, and Brown Beauty Solon. Margaret, Ella Rose, and June were all quite busy attending to cus- tomers. At the front of the shop was a large poster which said You too may have that wavy look. See what our treatments did for Byron. Under- neath the ad was a picture of Byron which had been taken by that well- known photographer, Herman Mox. ,Upon leaving the theater I spied a bus on which was written Delphos- Gomer Transit Company, sole owner and operator Ruth Ricker. In the ve- hicle was Grace Fethers enroute to her home near Gomer. Walking along the street in her uniform was Chief of Police Allemeier. She was accompanied by Mayor Ralston. He had left the farm. He pur- chased his city property of Janice Linder who is now receptionist of Dr. Weldon Brown. His assistant and nurse is Martha Nash. Near by I chanced to encounter a huge neon sign which read Barnes Dairy, the home of contented cows. Inside was Gerald Shaw, chief ice cream dipper and dishwasher. Passing on down the street I caught sight of the Scandal Sheet,', ed- ited by Chloris Theobald. On the front page was the large caption, Benson and Jones Dancing Academy, round and square. I knew then that Bea and Avenell had reached the height of their ambitions. Traveling on I encountered a huge construction company financed by those two noted brokers, Bob Dancer and Melvin Jones. Located a few blocks away was Rahrigs Resort. This was a hotel and cafe combined. Patty Metcalfe fno longer working at Bob'sD was busily putting pancakes on the griddle for John Schumaker, a retired banker, who made his home at the Resort The Eye then switched to the outskirts of town. To the south I saw a huge farm. It was owned by Bill Mullenhour. The buildings were ultra- modern. Harold Ladd had designed them. He also supervised the decorating of the former Patty Wells home in Spencerville. Just then Don Sterling came whizzing down the highway in a new International dump truck. Quite satisfied with my observations I summoned my butler, Paul Dunlap, and ordered him to snap off the Eye and bring my lunch. Doris Edds 80