Lancaster Mennonite High School - Laurel Wreath Yearbook (Lancaster, PA)

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JOHN BRADY LEONARD Route 2 Lewistown, Pa. Leslie and Iva Leonard March 13, 1939 Class president . . . casually dips into pres- ent events . . . loves to explore . . . Pop and his Cadillac . . . should make a successful busi- nessman. You can always count on John to think of unique phrases and comments. He must have started this trait very early, for he tells of the time when he was quite young and was play- ing out in the yard. He climbed on the fence and was crawling back and forth until he slipped and fell. Picking himself off the ground he headed for the house at top speed, crying and shouting all the way, Poor johnny, poor Johnny! JOHN ABRAM LUTZ 250 West Bainbridge Street Elizabethtown, Pa. Clarence and Ruth Lutz Iune 6, 1939 All-around personality . . . good tenor voice . . . rhetorical ability . . . extremely original . . . fine sense of humor . . . capable leader . . . artistic. It was a big day for little Johnny when he accompanied his older brother and sister to L.M.S. for their first day. -Registration became boring for him so he started to swing on the railing outside the Administration Building. One of his gymnastics failed, however, and he found himself on the walk. His nose started bleeding and his crying was heard inside. After he was put in working condition he be- came very obstinate and would not even eat lunch with the rest of the family. RHODA JANE MARTIN 101 Old Mill Road Ephrata, Pa. Aaron and Edna Martin june 13, 1939 Expressive eyes that are fathomless . . . skates and plays basketball . . . dislikes to have any assignment unfinished before class . . . commercial student. Brothers being my only playmates, I al- ways pestered them to accompany them Hsh- ing. Finally to satisfy me my father went with me one evening. I could hardly wait until he put the worm on the hook CI was afraid of those thingsj. In answer to the tugging on my line I pulled in what I thought felt like a Hsh. To my surprise it was a big snapping turtle. After that scare I was ready to go home, and I haven't been fishing since.

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RETA FAYE LAPP Box 274 Leola, Pa. Aaron and Savilla Lapp December 10, 1939 Fun to be around . . . gives conversation no rest . . . a determined dark-haired little lass . . . possessor of strong opinions. On going into the chicken yard alone one day, I was attacked by my pet rooster. I don't know which of us made the most noise but it didn't take long for Mother to appear. I had managed to get to the gate, the rooster picking all the time. Mother took her frightened little girl into her arms and comforted her. After that I teased that rooster all the more, but always kept a fence between us. In YV SUSAN HERSHEY LEAMAN Route 1 Parkesburg, Pa. Elmer and Evelyn Leaman January 1, 1940 Pianist . . . future lady in white . . . reads extensively . . . Christ is pre-eminent in her life . . . has taught Bible school quite often . . . thinks before taking action. As a very small child, I took some candy from the cupboard one day. That evening at supper there was not enough for the whole family and Mother asked who had eaten some. I confessed. But instead of spanking me, as I had expected he would, my father gave me a few pennies for telling the truth. That lesson I have always remembered, and it has helped me to tell the truth at times when it would be easier not to. 1 I. V. WILLIAM CHESTER LEATHERMAN Route 6 Lancaster, Pa. Iolm and Catharine Leatherman Dec. 19, 1939 Tallest member ofthe class . . . born in Tan- ganyika . . . has crossed the Atlantic several times . . . droll . . . champion volleyball player . . . chess expert. Traveling through the Straits of Gibraltar on a freighter loaded with dynamite, our ship suddenly collided with a passenger liner in the fog. Even though the damage to both ships was great, we escaped unharmed. I also re- member what happened to me in fourth grade as I stood up to read my history lesson. I Il' I promptly fainted. For the next couple days whenever I got up to read history, but only history, I'd get sick. For a long time I sat down to read history.

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MICHAEL MERLE MAST Route 1 Fleetwood, Pa. Raymond and Anna Mary Mast Nov. 6, 1939 Understands mechanical principles . . . con- structive thinker . . . excellent student of math- ematics . . . always ready to enter discussions . . . not satisfied unless he sees the reason. Early in my career I became an experi- enced archer. At eight I decided that it was high time Michael made himself a bow and arrow. So I took a piece of rubber, fastened it to a stick, and made myself an arrow with a pointed end. There were a few ducks walking around together and so I shot right into the middle of them. After the feathered confusion had cleared, there lay a duck with an arrow in it. PAUL DAVID MAST Route 2 Elverson, Pa. jacob and Ada Mast March 28, 1939 Raiser of champion baby beefs . . . harmoni- cist . . . personable . . . one in whom you like to conhde . . . optimist with a reassuring smile . . . sincere in his beliefs. Trying to pull out in front of a horse and carriage does not always bring the best results. I was riding in a 1948 Plymouth coupe when the driver thought he could pull out quickly enough before the horse got to us, but he didn't quite make it and the horse ran up on the hood of the car. I thought his feet would come through the windshield, but the horse must not have liked the rattling noise under his feet, for he soon got off the hood. I don't remember what happened to the carriage. DORIS LORRAINE MELLINGER Route 4, Box 540 Lancaster, Pa. Vera Mellinger November 7, 1939 Hopes to become a nurse . . . large hearted . . . it takes no efort for her to blush . . . next door neighbor to the school . . . makes your acquaintance quickly. One day long ago, my girl friend and I de- cided to bury a treasure. We buried an old wooden box containing seashells and a few crackers near a creek. Two weeks later we tried unsuccessfully to find our treasure again. We dug and dug until we Hnally 'hit.' The shells were perfect, but the crackers, well, stale is the word. Throwing away the crack- ers, we again buried our treasure, which to this day is still hidden.