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

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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.

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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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Andrew and Nora Miller March 2, 1939 KENNETH HENRY MELLINGER Route 1 Willow Street, Pa. Paul and Florence Mellinger October 31, 1939 Ford fan . . . specializes in the game of foot- ball . . . adds spark to any group activity . . . ready listener . . . anticipating being a drafts- man. One bright, sunny Saturday afternoon, when Daddy was washing the car, I helped him by running and getting in his way. When he was just about finished he laid down the hose and started to wipe some of the water off the car. I picked up the hose and started to wash the wheels. When Daddy wanted to use the hose again I had different ideas. I ran into the yard with the hose and stood my ground. After several wet, unsuccessful attempts he turned off the water and left me defenseless. ANDREW GROFF MILLER Route 2 Manheim, Pa. Agriculture is his prime interest . . . one never tires of his smiling, friendly manner . . . Christian in action . . . reserved talker, but forms solid opinions. One time when about three or four years of age I was lonesome for a playmate. I had re- membered hearing my brothers talking about China and how it was located directly oppo- site us or that if you could go straight through the earth you would come out in the oriental land. I got my little shovel and started dig- ging in the garden hoping to reach China and some playmates. 28 RICHARD ENGLE METZLER Route 5 Brewton, Ala. Paul and Martha Metzler January 10, 1939 Southern picker of cotton K his record for one day is 225 poundsj . . . displays amazing shoot- ing accuracy in basketball . . . determined . . . hopes to become a mission worker . . . fasci- nated by books. When I was a small lad, I dreamed of be- coming a great fisherman. One day my dream became a reality when I received a rod and reel. In the yard I imagined that I was luring a big trout into biting my hook. I was brought back to earth with a jar when my lead sinker smashed into a window. My first fishing trip had ended with the sound of glass falling to the earth.