Lockland High School - Dictograph Yearbook (Lockland, OH)

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Vera Gerfz, l'Porky Thou wouldst be loved? Then let thy heart trom its present pathway part not, Came from La Salle High School, St, lgnace lvlichigan, i936 Student Council 4. Ross Fox, Fox, Heres to a boy who is tall and slirn, l-le carries a smile always with him l-li-Y 3, 45 Science Club l, Zg Boosters Club l, 2, 3, 4g Latin Club 33 Student Council 4 Robert Libbee. Bob 'Al-lard work is the road to success l-li-Y 3, -l, President 45 Student Council 45 Boosters Club l, 2, 3, 4.

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SENIORS ' 36 Byron Davis, Bonnie, l'Clintb, though the hills be rugged, Burleigh Clee Club l, 2, 33 Beta H:,Y l, 2, 3, 4, Secretary 2, 5, Alpha l-hgh Club -lg Student Council 4 Lucille Kennedy, Clie, Give the world the best you have and the best will conte back to you Burleigh Clee Club 2, 3, C A, IX 3, , Aaron Love, l'Tibi:ic'i By the bricl-Qing ol my thumb, Something wicked this way cornesu Beta Hi-Y l, 2, 3. 4, President 43 Baseball Tearn l, 2, 3, -lg Track Tearn 2, 3, 4, Viz Club l, 2, 3, -lg Boosters Club l, 2, 3, rl, Ossie Lee Randolph. When you do good to others you do best to yourseltf' Burleigh Clee Club 2, 33 Latin Club 3 Thomas Barnette, Slim A wise nun will i i change his mind, But a tool never will, l-li-Y l, 2, 3, 43 Boosters Club l, 2, 3, 43 Basketball Teant 2, Vi: Club l Annabelle Everett, Bell Enioyntent nor sor- row is her destined way, But actions ot to' morrow find her farther than today, Lewis Mundy. To take all the good the world has to otler and leave it better trom hay- ing lived in it, Burleigh Cilee Club l, 7, 3. 45 Beta l-li-Y 2, 33 Student Council tl, Gertrude Wilson, Petrie, 'iTa'k and save others the trouble, Burleigh Cilee Club l, 2, 3, 4, C, A A, 3. 4, Student Council 4 james Hall, l-lallf' Always do your bestg It you don't succeed the tirst time try again Burleigh Cflee Club 2, 3, -lg Beta Hi-Y 2, 3, -lg Baseball Team 2, 3, Track Team 2, 3,

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SENICR CLASS PROPHECY ne day while mixing some chemicals together in his laboratory, Fred Wendt, former president of the class of '36, obtained some very curious but interest- ing results, From the burning of KlCl03l, he saw, not the usual vestiges of a gas but a misty outline of a small, white bungalow. Somewhat surprised, Fred spoke to one of the youngsters playing on the doorstep. When the child answered, Fred noticed that he resembled one of his old time schoolmates, Odetta Newton. On glancing into the interior of the little house, he saw Dettes las she was called at Lockland I-lil mixing a cake for that evenings dinner. The child, Bobby by name, told the young man that he was in the first grade of school and that his teacher, Miss Freida Martin, was very lenient with the stu- dents. She seldom gave assignments and they had quite a long time for recess. ln another bubble of gas, Fred saw the clean white interior of an operating room in a New York hospital. The doctor, clothed all in white, he recognized as lack Morrow, but the nurse with all the instruments in her hands he had difficulty in placing, lt couldn't be-but, yes, it was none other than Betty Yeazell, now an assistant nurse to one of the staff surgeons. ln the business office of this same hospital were seven large desks with papers scattered over them. Behind each one sat a young lady busily typing letters and signing them. He recognized the girls to be Evelyn Denny, Marie Weaver, Ruth Bush, Margie Schnitzler, leanette Meyer, Frances Matthews, and Vera Gertz. A short distance down the street was a very exclusive beauty salon. Of, course, Fred had no wish to enter its portals, but through the windows he saw the operators, Gladys Wagner and Verna Lichtenberg, industriously and conscientiously working on Bettie Weber's platinum curls. But to whom did that lovely mansion belong? On the sign hanging over the entrance was the name Mr. Donald l.. Sandy. Could it be possible that this was really Doc's place? But then, of course, he had been class treasurer for four years. The interior decorating of this home had been done by Mary Keltner. Everybody was talking of the important baseball game which was to be played that afternoon at Redland Field. Fred, not wanting to miss anything, decided to be a spectator, and so at two o'clock he was found sitting behind homeplate. The first man at bat seemed vaguely familiar, but Fred could not place him. When the player hit the ball and started out for a home run, somebody in the grandstand jumped up yelling, Oh, Ace, don't stumble! On turning around, he saw a lady dressed in brown and yellow who was none other than Barbara Tribbey rooting for Ace Yockey as she had always done at Lockland l-li. At the exit of the ball park was a lad selling extra's. The headlines read, Monte Carlo Owned by Clark and Wamsleyf' At least, mused Fred, their dream has been realizedf' On my next vacation l will have to visit them. lt has been years since they were the pet worries of the teachers and the chief teases of all the girls. Turning to the comic section of the same paper, Fred recognized one of the strips as the work of Roy Reinhart and Floyd Green, two former cartoonists of the annual nf B6 T201