Kingsville High School - K Lite Yearbook (Kingsville, OH)

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Senior Sketches Richard Simon—Ambition: own my own home in Central Park. Basketball—2. Junior Play. Senior Play. One Act Play—4. Centra-Light Staff—4. K-Lite Staff. Richard Davis—Ambition: to be successful in politics. Stage Manager—Junior Play. Usher—4. Sales Committee—3. K-Lite Staff. Terry Rowdier—Ambiiton: to be a base- ball player and make enough money so he can afford 15 children. Baseball—1, 2, 3, 4. Basketball—1. 2, 3. Track—1, 2, 3, 4. Junior Play. Senior Play. Centra-Light Staff—1, 4. K-Lite Staff. Chorus—1, 2, 4. Student Council—1, 2, 3, 4. Class President—1, 2, 3, 4. Lee Robishaw—Ambition: to have all my hair when I’m 50. Baseball—1, 2, 3, 4. Basketball—1, 2, 3. Track—1, 2, 3, 4. Junior Play. Senior Play. Centra-Light Staff—2, 3, 4. K-Lite Staff. Chorus—4. Treasurer—2. James Theiss—Ambition: to have ambi- tion. Baseball—1. Basketball—1. 2. Chorus—1, 2. 4. K-Lite Staff. Centra-Light Staff—1, 2, 4. Senior Play. Track—1, 2, 3, 4. Marian Lilja—Ambition: to be secretary to the President. Cheerleader—2, 3, 4. Junior Play. Senior Play. Centra-Light Staff—2, 3, 4. K-Lite Staff—Co-Editor. Student Council—2, 3. Chorus—1, 3, 4. Band—1, 2, 3, 4. Honor Society—4. Sales Committee—3. Secretary—4. Office Staff—4. Bernice Fisher—Ambition: to live a happy life and have many friends; not to have my children red headed. Cheerleader—4 . Library—2. Junior Play. Senior Play. Sales Committee—3. K-Lite. Chorus—4. Paul Westcott—Ambition: to be an en- gineer. Baseball—2, 3, 4. Basketball—2. 3, 4. Track—1, 2, 3, 4. Student Council—3, 4. K-Lite Staff. Salutatorian. Vice President—4. Ronald Branch—Ambition: to be rich. Honor Society—3, 4. Stage Manager—3. Usher—4. Sales Committee—Chairman. Centra-Light Staff—3, 4. K-Lite Staff Co-Editor. Valedictorian. William Fandrich—Ambition: to have a penthouse farm in New York. Basketball—2. Chorus—1, 2, 3. 4. Centra-Light Staff—1, 2, 3, 4. K-Lite Staff. Business Manager. Junior Play Usher. Robert Hays—Ambition: to be successful in life. Baseball—2. Chorus—2, 4. K-Lite Staff. Junior Play. Usher—4. Russell Louden—Ambition: to be a suc- cessful business man. Track and B. B. Manager—1, 2, 3, 4. Chorus—4. Junior Play. Senior Play. K-Lite Staff. Photographer. Centra-Light Staff—3, 4. Band—1, 2, 3, 4. Rita Nojonen—Ambition: to be a journa- list. model mother, and housewife. Centra-Light Staff—1, 2, 4. K-Lite Staff. Chorus—1, 2, 3, 4. Library—1, 2, 3. 4. Student Council—4. S. C. Secretary—4. Junior Play. Senior Play. Secretary—3. Sales Committee—3. Richard Bruckman—Ambition: to be in professional sports. Baseball—2, 3. 4. Basketball—1, 2, 3, 4. Track—3. 4. Junior Play. Senior Play. One Act Plav—4. Centra-Light Staff—2, 3. K-Lite Staff. Honor Society—4. Class Treasurer—3, 4. James Simmons—Ambition: to be a me- chanic on someone else’s car. Centra-Light Staff—4. Stage Manager—3, 4.

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Senior Class Prophecy DEAR BERNICE: I just got a postcard from the graduating cass of ’75 at old K. H. S.. requesting my presence at the Alumni Banquet. You must have received one too. You know. Fish, that postcard really sent me back, over a trail of reminiscing, to our old class of '53. You wrote that Bob Hays lived near you in a little town called Boidville. You said that you had been to see him. They tell me he’s getting white at the temples. Such a shame. His hair was the nicest in the class of ’53. You must have had quite (he shock when you were met by little Fauntleroy Hays, his only son, who is a bundle of manners. Recentlv Bob turned to me and said, “My kid’ll never be ’da brat I was.” Now Bob wasn’t so naughty, as I remember. I got quite a jolt when I saw Jerry Goode, for holding his arm was one of (hose mink coated dolls. She had platinum hair and was leading the Frenchiest French poodle I ever saw. To add to my surprise, in the society column, I read that he had married. It took him a long time but he did it. Remember how he hated women, or was that some front he put on in English IV. At any rate, he struck oil beneath his gas station and made a cool million or more. That's what comes off letting the world go by. Your six little boys must keep you busy. Don’t despair about their freckles and red hair as they may outgrow them. I can’t imagine your buying a dog for each boy. You must have the currency. Wouldn’t one dog have done for all of them? You said your oldest son named his dog Sharp and that he races through the ‘house yelling, “Shuddup, Sharp,” all day long. How can you listen to that and remember which mouth you fed last? I went to Louisville, Ky., and I’m sure I saw Ronnie Branch. He was talking with some bookies. Hmm, I wonder. He was quite ecstatic when Man O’ Peace won (he Derby. In fact it’s the first time I ever heard of a man snatching a horseshoe of roses from the winning horse to place it around his own neck while he jumped up and down shouting, “Himmel, Ve Von.”' Didn’t you write me once that he had married an heiress of some big company? I wonder if that was her money he was playing? Remember how Lee Robishaw shied away from going steady? Well, he’s still in the Navy but some girl got stuck by his charms and has followed him around ever since. Last time they found her she was on the anchor. He just never dared tie himself down to one. I guess he’ll have to soon. She’s chased him 20 years now. He keeps shouting from the topdeck, “I like it, I like it,” and she goes another 10 knots. That smile of his would make any gal go for him even if he is bald. You know, I was never so insulted as when I went to call on Mr. and Mrs. Paul Westcott. Paul was always so sweet in school that I was somewhat appalled when Wicked Westcott, his little 8-year old son met me at the door. He kicked me in the shins, and casually drawled. “Pop, dere’s some creep to see ya!” Hisi mother rushed to me apologetically and asked Wicked if he thought he acted like a nice boy. “Eh. me old man tol’ me to,” he sang as I was felled by a feathered jirrow. Since Paul has taken over John L. Lewis’s job, the miners are really going places. I knew his contemplation would get him far but it would take more than a union to curb that son of his. Marian Lilja tromboned her way to fame. She played Finlandia in a talent show and romped to a winning. She wrote two books last year, “John Sobellous and I,” and “Cooties Kan’t Ketch Me.” The latter was about a little immigrant who fell in love with an entomologist. Marian has a farm in “Upper Maine” where she also has a sugar bush. Be- sides giving out with New England’s Yankee humor, she teaches teakettles to whistle, “Bell Bottom Trousers.” Marian is still very attractive, and her hair and complexion have weathered New England’s stormy gales very nicely. Her husband has always loved the sea and is known as the “Fisherman of Gloucester.” Bernice, who was the first to foul our plans for having a triple wedding? You know, the one that would have made headlines. Marian, you. and I were all going ?o be married together. I guess what halted that was we couldn’t get the men. ’Nuff said. You also wrote that you saw Mr. and Mrs. Simon in the park, teaching their daughter, Simple, the fundamentals of sailing with a toy sailboat launched upon the placid waters of the park pond. Yes, Richard would make an understanding if not doting parent. I read that he was the first to do away with the Dishonorable Dis- charge in the Navy. The article said that he reversed the charges and the whole Navy was Dishonorably Dismissed. And all that from our own lovely to be )ovcd. just plain Dick! Oh, yes, vou said his wife is a good cook and makes delicious Shiskebob. If anyone could make that delicious, think kof the wonders she could do to Yoghurt. You asked about Jim Theiss. Well, our dear smiling Jimmy, smiled his wav through a seminary and is now the Rev. James Theiss. He got his way paid by the ex-sailor’s plan and now he has his work divided between two churches. I just saw him at Grand U. where his son graduated from the same seminary as Jim. Jim was the guest speaker at his son’s commencement. Mrs. Theiss is a lovely brunette, slightly hefty, the way Jim always liked ’em. I wasn’t surprised at Jim’s chosen career because he always looked as innocent as a choir boy. He shook his greying head in puzzlement when I asked him what he thought of our uncertain times with a possible World War 10 ahead. Then he blandly said goodbye as he had two baptisms before sunset. I’m so proud of Jim. I always knew he’d become successful.