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

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Will We, the graduating class of 1956, of the city of Kingsville, county of Ashtabula, and the state of Ohio, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking any will or wills heretofore made by us. I, Glenna Bancroft, will my ability to eat and keep slim to my cousin, Sandra Bancroft. I hope your dresses will always be sizes seven or nine. I, Burton Bartram, will all my troubles in managing and keeping track of the Centra-Light, to Jimmie Risley. I sincerely hope you still have hair when you graduate. I, Frank Bobey, will my tallness to Jim Edixon. This is some trouble, though, as you will need to go with a girl who has steps on the front porch. I, Bill Brooker, will my tardy permits in history class to anyone who likes to sleep late. I also have an assorted dozen unused excuses for absences. I, Jim Burch, will my ability to run to school every morning to Bill Konnert. This makes a wonderful excuse for being tardy. I, Leroy Campbell, will my sweet way with the girls to Richard Branch. If you get in touch with me soon, I will also include six lessons, by correspondence, in How To Tell A Girl She Is Lovely. I, Ronnie Carter, will my ability to be as quiet as a mouse in classes, to Gary Bancroft. All you need, Gary, is will power - with a strong teacher. I, Duane Cleveland, will my bashful ways to Willie Hochschild. I realize that the time will come when you must be able to speak without blushing, so I am also including a twenty-five cent can of tal- cum powder. I, Joan Davis, will by baton twirling ability to Lucille Hinkle. You will need to practice twirling every day, eat only two meals a day, and refrain from indulging in sodas, sundaes, and milkshakes. I, Patsy Dewey, will my ability to eat lots of mashed potatoes to Jean Davis. I'll tell you my sec- ret - I have a cavity in one of my teeth. I, Frank Fisher, will my basketball position to Larry Nicka. This is guaranteed to make you irresist- able with the girls. Of course, a crooked smile helps. Practice this in front of a mirror three times a day. I, Janet Hinkle, will my cheerleading ability to Barbara Cedar. I recommend that you listen to Paige Palmer. I, Marian Hoover, will my librarian days back to Mrs. Konnert. I enjoyed my job. I, Dorise Ingram, will my Friday night dates to any girl who doesn't have a date. Please remember I am willing my dates, but not my boy friend. I, Barbara Lovejoy, will my photographic job to Alice dayman. Watch the spots before the camera! I, Richard Mandrake, will my quiet nature to Sue Mansfield. My rule: Quietness and seriousness. I, Carol Marrison, will my cymbal playing to some big Junior boy who can hit them real hard. I would suggest someone who has taken a Charles Atlas course in muscle building. I, Nancy McMillen, will by naturally curly hair to Johnette Eakin. Don't get too discouraged about training it, though, as it may take you years. I, Shirley Pickens, will my ability to go steady for four years to Eleancre Faulkerson. The happiness it will bring you will more than make up for any dates you might miss. I, Carol Reed, will my tallness to Barbara Cedar. May you reach the highest rung on the ladder of success and may you hang on for dear life. •I, Mary Reger, will my letter writing ability to Carol Carle. I hope it will be as pleasant for you as it has for me. I will also throw in my favorite recipes for cookies and fudge. These make light cookies and the postage isn't too much. I, Victor Tiscenko, will my good looks and charming personality to John Meyer. May they bring you the prettiest girl in school as they have me. I, Harold Weaver, will my Chevi to anyone who likes to walk to school. This is a wonderful item for those who must lose weight. I, Jean Williams, will my giggles to June Bartram. I sincerely hope yours will not break up any more classes than mine have. I would not like to have my record broken. In Witness Whereof, We, The Senior Class, the testators, have set our hand and seal hereto this twenty-second day of May in the year of our Lord, one thousand, nine hundred and fifty-six. (1956) 16 Witnesses: Class of 1956

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Senior Class History It is now time for the graduating class of '56 to open the book of memories and see what has happened in the past twelve years of school. As we open the book we find that quite a number of the class started school here. They are: Marian Hoover Patsy Dewey, Carol Reed, Duane Cleveland, Shirley Pickens, Glenna Bancroft, lean Williams, Richard Mandrake, Leroy Campbell, Frank Bobey and James Burch. Carol Marrison joined the class about the half of the first grade. We had a toy band in the first grade which we thought was a lot of fun. Mrs. ferry was our first grade teacher. In the second grade we had one newcomer. Bill Brooker. This year we put on an Indian Program. Our teacher was Mrs. Kaull. In the third grade we didn't have any new students. This year we learned many different things in arithmetic and other subjects. Mrs. Keller was our teacher this year. In the fourth grade Joan Davis, Barbara Lovejoy, and Burton Bartram joined our class. Our teach- er this year was Mrs. Keller. Harold Weaver came to join the class in the fifth grade. Miss Vaunderburg was our teacher. In the sixth grade we had just one newcomer. He was Frank Fisher. Mrs. Day was our teacher. Finally, the day came when we could be with the high school. We had a little trouble while changing classes and getting into the right seats. But finally we had it all straightened out We didn't have any new pupils this year. We had a Junior High Basketball Team with which some of our boys played. Soon another year had passed, and we were now in the eighth grade. We had one new student, Mary Reger. This year we had a Junior High Basketball Team, also. During this year we lost one of our beloved schoolmates, Henry Fox, who was killed. We have missed him in the last four years of school. Then came the ninth grade. We think this is one year we will never forget. We were initiated by the Sophomore Class. We had a lot of fun even though we did smell of onion and garlic juice for sometime afterwards. We had two newcomers this year, Nancy McMillen and Claudette Slater. Our candidate tor Basketball Queen was Claudette Slater. Then came the tenth grade. This year we did the initiating to the Freshmen. We had a lot of fun giving them what we had received the year before. We had three newcomers to the class who were, Dorisse Ingramm, Janet Hinkle, and Victor Tiscenko. Our candidate for Basketball Queen this year was Janet Hinkle. Then came the most busy year. The eleventh grade. This year we worked very hard so that we could earn money for the Junior-Senior Prom which was held at the Lutz Restaurant in Painesville on April 30. We had the refreshment stand at the Basketball Games. We also sponsored quite a few dances. The Junior Play The Carpenter, under the direction of Mrs. Konnert, was a great suc- cess. We had one new classmate this year, Ronald Carter. Our candidate for queen was Jean Williams, who made a very pretty Basketball Queen for '55. Our Senior year has not been as busy. We have sponsored a few dances. Our biggest jobs are putting out the Centra-Light and K-Lite. We have had good success in both of these. Our Senior play Professor, How Could You! directed by Mrs. Weaver was a great success, also. Our can- didate for Queen this year was Glenna Bancroft. Glenna is our new Basketball Queen for '56. As we close the pages of our memories of twelve years in K. H. S. we think of the wonderful times we have had. Of course, we have had some bad along with the good, but we will never for- get our school days and the wonderful schoolmates we have shared these things with. As we leave the doors of K. H. S. there will be these memories which will never be forgotten. 15

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Senior Class Prophecy Let us turn the hands of time ahead twenty years to the year 1976. What was once the small town of Kingsville Is now a growing metropolis with a population of 500,000. I thought that as long as I was in this fair city on the banks of the beautiful Conneaut River, I would look up some of my old buddies from my high school days in old K. H. S. It has been twenty years since I visited the old school building. And my goodness, what a change has taken place there! They tell me that the school is now an entirely new building. They are now using the old building for a garage for the buses. How sad, how sad! As I entered the plush office I was greeted by a bent and withered little man. I could tell by the motorcycle boots that it was Richard Mandrake. They must be a carry-over from his high school days. It seems that the kids in old K. H. S. are even worse than when I was in school. They have been giving poor Richard a very difficult time. This has caused him to have a very dejected outlook on life. But I always had a feeling that Dick would become principal as he used to spend quite a lot of time in the office. As I bade Richard good-bye I told him to cheer up and that better days were coming. He told me that if I would go down to the first grade class room I would find another member of the Class of '56. As I got in the elevator to go down to the first grade room I spotted a bright spot of color in the hall. So I stepped out and wandered down the hall and who do you suppose I met. Yes, it was Carol Marrison washing the walls. Her hair was what had taken my eye. It was still that brilliant color of red and she was wearing it in the latest style. Crew cut on top and a long pig-tail down the back. Carol seemed to be doing a pretty good Job of washing the walls. Of course, she had a lot of practice in her high school days. Remember when she used to do all that housework for her neighbors. I said good- bye to Carol and got back on the elevator and went down to the first grade room. As I entered the classroom of the first grade I spied a sweet little gray-haired lady inthe middle of the room. It was none other than Shirley Pickens. Yes, Shirley had taken a two-year course at Kent State University and was now teaching the first grade. Shirley told me that she had never married and was now living a very quiet life with her cats and her para- keet. This didn't surprise me too much as I remembered how quiet Shirley was and she never did go much for the boys. The children all seemed to love and respect her very much and she seemed to enjoy every moment of her chosen career. I decided to leave the school, at least for a while, and see who else I could find from the class. As I walked up to the newspaper office who should I see but Mary Reger. Mary was all dressed up in her black and white striped Bermuda shorts and a very becoming pink sweat shirt. She is now the owner and editor of the largest newspaper in Kingsville. It is published once a day and called the Kingsville Eavesdropper. Mary also says that she publishes comic books en- titled The Six Silly Seniors as a sideline. I imagine Mary makes a very good editor. At least she used to do a good Job with the Centra-Lite and K-Lite back in high school. I must remember to pick up one of her papers and see Just what kind of a job she is doing. As I walked on down the street I came to the largest building in Kingsville. It is approximately ten feet taller than the Empire State Building. As I entered the building through its beautiful swinging doors guess who I spied. Leroy Campbell! Leroy tells me that he is the President of The Corn Huskers and Cow Milkers Association now and he actually owns the building that we were in. Leroy says that he never has much time to get out on the farm any more because he has to spend so much of his time in his office. He was Just getting ready to go trade in his 1976 Cadillac for a 1977 model. It looks like Leroy has done all right for himself, doesn't it? I left Leroy to his business deals and went on down the street to the Court House. As I went in I was told to be very quiet as the Judge was Just taking her chair. You will never guess who the Judge was. None other than Patsy Dewey. Yes, Patsy was sitting up there pounding her gavel for attention. The room quieted down instantly and Judge Dewey proceeded without any further delay. I imagine that Patsy makes a very good Judge. She seeded to take right to the job in Business Law Class back in school. They tell me that she rules her court room with an iron gavel and shews no mercy for her poor victims. The case that was being tried that day was a murder. It seems that Ronny Carter was mixed up in it. Poor Ronny! It seems we had some trouble with him like that once before back in school. Ron Just can't seem to keep his hands off a hack- saw . The worst part of it was that he murdered his best egg-layer, Henrietta. It seems Ronny's wife kept nagging at him to kill Henrietta for their Sunday dinner. Finally Ronny could stand it no longer so pow, off with her head. The lawyer said that Ronny used a very nasty weapon and that was why he was being punished. Ronny got otf with a pretty fair sentence. He only got three months exile on the moon. I wished Ronny good luck and proceeded on my classmate hunt. As I was leaving the Court House I bumped into another girl from the Class of '56. It was Joan Davis. Joan was Just re- turning from her lunch hour. She told me that she is now the court stenographer and can take shorthand at 350 words a min- ute. Consequently, she holds the World's Record for shorthand speed. Good work, Joan, but you always were good in Shorthand back in school. Joan is also married and has twelve children. She says they are Cheaper by the Dozen and Joan always was economical. I said so long to Joan and continued on my way. Well, I left the Court House and decided to try the local theater. As I entered I heard a piano playing. It was none other than Barbara Lovejoy practicing a duet with Liberace, Junior. Barbara tells me that she now has her own television show. Her theme song is Sixteen Tons. This isn't at all surprising as I'm sure you can remember when Barbara used to play this song in Chorus. Barbara has never married either but, of course, she was another one of those quiet types. She also seems to be following in her father's footsteps quite successfully. I moved on down the stage and as I stopped to watch the Can-Can girls I thought their instructor looked familiar. It was Frank Fisher. Yes, Frank was right out there showing the girls Just how to Can-Can. I always knew Frank would go places with the girls. He always had a half-dozen on the string back in school. Frank tells me he is now driving a 1976 Jaguar. SU11 like those foreign Jobs, hey Frank. I said good-bye to Frank and left the theater. As I walked on down the street someone came up and slapped me on the bac with a Plow hard enough to knock a person out. I knew at once that it must be Harold Weaver and I was right. He always had a knack for giving those gentle little love-taps of his. When I asked Harold what he was doing with himself these days he said he was ru.ining a Chevrolet ga- rage. Harold said that he had so much luck with his Chevy back in school that he wanted everyone else to be able to en- joy the same privileges. 17