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

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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

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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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I left Harold to go on down to the veterinary's office. When I went in I noticed quite a few French poodles sitting around. In the midst of them was Janet Hinkle with her curling iron. She was busy getting them all curled up for a dog shew. She told me that she also waves black Aberdeen cattle for cattle shows. Janet always wanted to be a beautician and she seems to have gotten her wish. Janet seems to be doing all right but the only thing that seems to bother her is curling pigs tails. I told Janet to keep up the good work and went on. I walked on down the street and I ran into Glenna Bancroft. She was Just as slim and trim as she was in her school days. I asked Glenna if it was true that she was secretary to the Mayor. She said yes, that she had been for quite a few years now. Remember how Glenna always liked that job. At Girls' State in Columbus she held that job, also. I asked her what she did for a pastime and she told me she had taken over her father's butchering business. Glenna says she kills hundred of cows and pigs a week. I imagine that she and her third husband keep pretty busy at it. I said good-bye to Glenna and continued on my way. The next thing I came to was a factory. The name Cleveland on the sign out front took my eye, and I had an idea that it just might be Duane. So I went in and sure enough I was right. Duane told me he now manufactures cedar chests and coffins. He has built up a mighty good business. He used to make cedar chests in school if I remember correctly. Duane says, One is about as easy to make as the other. He also says that his favorite hobby is wrestling and he now has his own gym. Last week he wrestled Hans Schmidt. Of course, Duane won. You want to watch those guys, Duane, they get pretty rough sometimes. I left Drane and walked on down to the race track. I was told that the hot rod races were to be held at 6:30 P.M. with a very special feature race. I asked who the special attraction was and found out that it was Dorisse Ingramm and her Flying Motors. Dorlsse always was an avid hot rod fan. She must have gotten tired of sitting on the side lines and decided to try it out herself. I wished Dorisse good luck in her race which upset her very much as she told me that you are never supposed to wish a racer good luck in a forth-coming race. I decided to leave before I violated another code of the race track. On my way back to town I came to a neat little house trailer. I knocked on the door and was greeted by Jean Williams. Jean invited me in for a cup of coffee. As I entered the trailer I was greeted by the patter of little feet. Yes, Jean now has three sets of twins. Their ages are two, four and six. Names are as follows: Dewey and Luey, Carol and Barrel, and Bess and Mess. I asked her what her husband did and she said that he was now in the Foreign Legion. Jean expects him home in six years. Well, Jean always was good at waiting. As I stepped out into the street I was almost swept away by what I thought was a whirlwind. I inquired around and found out that I had been mistaken. Remember when we were initiated back in 1952 . If I remember correctly, Carol Reed had to ride a tricycle. Well, it seems that the idea stuck with her. She now races her English bike all over the United States and Europe. That was what had so nearly swept me away. She was now back in her home town practicing before she started on another tour. As I went on up the street I came to a big white house. It was a beautiful place with landscaped gardens. I knew it must be the home of a very important individual. Out of curiosity I went up to the door and inquired as to who lived there. The maid told me this was the home of the Mayer of Kingsville, William Brooker. I asked if I could see Bill and was shown to his office. Bill is certainly doing a good job of running Kingsville. He says the only thing he has trouble with is the teen-agers that insist on hot rodding up and down the street. Well, Bill always was against speeding. I said good-bye to Mayor Brooker and went on up to the public library. I decided to go in and look around. Guess who the librarian is, Marian Hoover. Marian says that she has 1,532,601 books in her library. She has also, read every one of them. Well, Marian that is quite an expansion from the 1,800 you took care of back in school. Marian is now married and lives with her husband on their 300 acre farm. Marian always did like living on a farm. I left the library and walked on down the street. As I went along I came to a newspaper stand and decided to buy one of Mary's papers. On the front page I noticed an advertisement. It was as follows: Harlem Globe Trotters playing at Kingsville School Gymnasium, Burton Bartrum, Manager. Burton always did a good job managing the Kingsville Kings so I bet he does a good Job with the Globe Trotters. I heard from the grapevine that Burton also plays his baritone with the Youngstown Philharmonic Orchestra. He played with their director in 1956 at Vienna and he must have really enjoyed him- self. Well, Burton has done pretty well with his musical talents and managing abilities so let's see who else we can find. As I came to the local barber shop I thought that the barber looked familiar. It was Frank Bobey. I went in and had a little talk with him. Frank says he specializes in giving D.A. hair cuts. He always did like those himself. Frank still has his orchestra only he has changed its name. It is now Jumpalong Rhapsody and his Crazy Four. He says he plays on TV every Saturday nite on Home Town Gang. I decided to go into the drugstore and have a soda. As I went in I noticed a small dark-haired lass standing among the funny books and candy. It was Nancy McMillen. She is now the sole owner of the largest drugstore in Kingsville. Nancy says she is doing a thriving business selling cokes and all kinds of odds and ends. Nancy always did like that drugstore work. She has never married either and says she has no desire to get married later on. While I was there I asked Nancy if she knew of any of the other kids from the Class of '56 that were still in town. She told me that Jim Burch was still in Kingsville. I asked her what he was doing for a living and she told me that ne was an artist. He now paints signs on bams advertising Mail Pouch Tobacco. Well, Jimmy always got the art work back in school so I suppose he thought he might as well continue it. Nancy also said that Victor Tiscenko was still in Kingsville. She told me that if I would turn the radio on I could hear him. Yes, Victor is now singing the commercials for the afternoon soap operas. He always did like operas but I thought they were a different kind. I must have been wrong. Victor also has his own column in the Kingsville Eavesdropper. It is entitled Advice to the Lovelorn. That is quite understandable. I an told that he gets fan mail all over the United States. That is all of the 1956 Senior Class. It looks like, as a whole, the class has done pretty good for themselves. But that isn't too surprising as everyone used to say that the Class of '56 was a very outstanding class. 18