Leipsic High School - Le Hi Yearbook (Leipsic, OH)

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Helen McCullough. A crooner isn»t always a crooner, recall that this was Helen's pet idea in the days of 37. A crooner isn't always a crooner although you wi 11 in front of me. Upon clo the Newell sisters. This things to tell me. I « As I stepped into my V-8, I noticed a particularly long car parked observation, I saw that it belonged to Upon closer observation, I saw that it belonged to • This famous couple of stage and screen had many e» I very much surprised to hear that Thelma Compton would be featured in her husband's (Clyde Finfrock's) next pro- Lima isn't far from Leipsic, as I imagined. At least, it's close enough for Stephen Kaple, grain operator, to drive to and fro, visiting Joan Ottenweller. Joan works at the bank on the corner. They are to marry soon. I never thought much about speeding before, but maybe I will, because Lewis Klass spun around me on a familiar, brown motorcycle. Just before he said that he would let me go this time, Lewis asked me if I would run down to a certain bungalow on South Main Street and tell the little woman (Dolores Mack) that he wouldn't be home for supper. When | arrived, Dolores was trying to force spinach down her four-year old daughter, Dolores said that she had received a long letter Vfrom Mr, and Mrs. Carl Schroeder, Mrs. Schroeder is the former Margaret Mullet, daring trapeze performer. The Schroeders are now exploring Africa for big game that Frank Buck left behind. kirport. | to be look-Nashvi11e. and Mrs. untiI they y were rc-ipeci al i at. ift for him ixl to the terminal. Just as I boarded my train, I saw another classmate, Margaret Moore. Margaret never married, but is prominent politically in the South, one of her duties being that of state supervisor for the Home for Deficient Children. Dorothy Smith is her assistant. For some time following her graduation, Dorothy thought she would marry a farm boy near Leipsic, but changed her mind. Margaret mentioned Dorothy Scheckelhoff, who was in Paris when last heard of, having been sent overseas to buy originals for a style shop on Fifth Avenue owned by Dorvin Ritz. Dorvin used to be famous as a fourth Ritz brother. What a pleasuro it had teen to attend the banquet and to Ietrn of my old classmates whom I shall always remember because they are eternally associated with the happy school days at Lsipsic high.

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 FIND A WAY OR MAKE ONE Dear Senior Class: We're leaving The arms of Leipsic High. The time has come to bid it A sad but fond good-bye. But 'ere we reach the crossroad That will sever school-day bonds, Let us listen to this counsel; Let it be our guiding wands. When the shades of night have fallen On the brightest rays of light, And the stars that guide our footsteps Seem to vanish from our sight, We must struggle in the darkness Till the bitter fight is won. We must cling to this, our motto, Find a way or make one. When we find our path obstructed By a wall of scorn or hate. Let us not give up the battle. For it isn't Just our fate. It's the test of love and V8lor, And it comes to everyone. It's the time to try our motto, Find a way or make one. Then when life's path is trodden And we've reached the goal at last, We can smile at fearful memories Of the hard and bitter past. We have fought the battle fairly And a victory we hove won. We have let our motto guide us, Find a way or make one. Sincerely yours, Dora A. Siefker