Lockland High School - Dictograph Yearbook (Lockland, OH)

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f' ln another part of the paper was a picture of a blond young man, Dick Murphy. making a corsage. The article told how he had raised these flowers and of the great progress he was making in this line of work, lncidentally, the corsage was for a former class mate, Elouise Myers. Another headline which caught the attention of Fred read, VanderWerff wins Libbee Case! VanderWerff? Libbee? Both vaguely familiar names. Oh, yes, there had been two members of the Class of '36 by that name. From the article Fred gathered that Robert Libbee, now a brilliant financier, had become involved in some legal tech- nicalities which was straightened out for him by Miss M. VanderWerff-now a famous lawyer whose services were much in demand ln a city school, Miss Mabel Mink was one of the faculty members who was very well liked by the majority of the student body. Another faculty member of this same school was Tom Mooney, who was fast becoming famous for his invincible football squad. l-lailing a taxi, Fred told the driver, who was none other than Tom Markland, a former senior who could always be found at noon driving through the streets of Lockland, to drive north a few miles. On nearing the one-time small-town of Woodlawn, he was surprised to see the village so much improved. But the most curious thing was the tall, dark man walking down the opposite side of the street. l-le was smoking a biggblack cigar and making eloquent gestures to emphasize his talk, Everybody seemed to be listening breathlessly as though they were afraid to miss one word of his conversation, l-le, one of the childern proudly explained, is our mayor, Cliff Meierhoeferf' In this same city there was a flourishing newspaper, A by-stander volunteered the information that it was edited by an outstanding citizen, Paul Price. This paper gave political support to the present mayor because of former relationships in Lockland. For reporters the highly-praised editor had selected other men of his own caliber, namely, less Ryan. With such backing the people felt certain of success in any of their undertakings. One big bubble coming to the top and breaking, showed to Fred the grounds of Annapolis where Roland Bergameyer had many times been hailed as the star football player of the Navy. Bergy was now enjoying the life of an Admiral aboard the largest of the U. S. ships. james Klaine had become a noted electrical engineer. Robert Vanlipps, former associate editor of the '36 annual, was making rapid progress as a Doctor. Walking down the street, Fred met Lewis Mundy, now a minister, who informed him that Emma l-lunter and Lucille Kennedy were joint orchestra leaders and that Aaron Love was their crooner. Ossie Lee Randolph, whose desire had always been to be a musician, was also a member of their orchestra, lames Hall had become a doctor, and Byron Davis was engaged in civil service work. Gertrude Wilson, a teacher, was popular among her students, and Tom Barnette had found success as a pharmacist. A loud explosion brought Ed. Thompson and Ross Fox, co-workers of Fred, running into the laboratory. The experiment, which was an important one, was ruined. Fred's colleagues were very angry with him but Fred merely smiled for, to him, the brief glimpse which he had had of his old friends was worth any experiment he could have made. Mezza VanderWerff, '36 E211

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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

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. .1-1 SENIOR CLASS HISTORY OUV Years ago, we who are now Seniors, entered the portals of Lockland High for the first time, Everything was strange and we were very much bewildered. Being Freshmen we were naturally looked down upon by the upper-classmen. However, this attitude did not keep us long unhappy for we soon found our place and became adjusted to the routine work, During the football and basketball seasons we were looked upon with a little more favor than previously because of our athletic ability. which has increascd with each succeeding year. During this same year we chose green and yellow for our co'ors, and There are no benches on the Highway to success, for our motto, We elected as our class officers, Roland Bergamyer, President, Betty Yeazell, Vice-President, Donald Sandy, Treasurer, Sophia Fields, Secretary, In l933 we reentered as Sophomores, ready to carry on the good work which we had already begun as Freshman. Our athletic ability had not been impaired dur- ing our vacation period and so on fields of battle we captured glory for the school and ourselves. Our officers this year were Richard Murphy, President, Lloyd Yockey, Vice-President, Donald Sandy, Treasurer, Gladys Wagner, Secretary. ln i934 we were known as the jolly juniors, During this year our time and energy was devoted mainly to presenting The Busybodyf' a three-act comedy. The proceeds from this play were used to give the Seniors a banquet, which was held at the japanese Roof Garden in the l-lotel Gibson. ln spite of all this work we carried on our good name and improved in athletics and scholarship, This year our officers were Fred Wendt, President, Mezza Vander Werff, Vice-President, Donald Sandy, Treasurer, Sara Lee Rousey, Secretary. ' This, our last year, we came back to Lockland High ready for the struggle which goes with publishing a Dictograph. ln the fall we elected the Dictograph Staff and our class officers. The officers were Fred Wendt, President, Frances Matthews, Vice-President, Donald Sandy, Secretary and Treasurer. L- Although we will hate to leave, we realize that all good things must end and that our happy days at Lockland High School are over, As we leave for the last time, we are sure that we have made a record to be proud of and a hard one for any succeeding class to surpass. . Q Lee Clark, '36 tzzt