Lyons High School - Roar Yearbook (Lyons, OH)

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CLASS HISTDHY Ugh ! That is what we said as we met upstairs on our first day of high school. Before we elected our Big Chief and his followers for the year we had a big battle, and lost four of our warriors. The heroes of the battlp were: the biggest hero, or the one with the most feathers, Ralph Cleghorn, Warrior first class; warrior second class, Jeannine Gunn, and last, but not least, was our signal-maker or messenger girl, Anne Hathaway. Our Big Chief was Mr. Rath bun. In this our first year, we gained some scouts who were James Lawrence, Charles Crowell, Elden Hough, and Herschel Engebretson. We parted, and three moons (months) later our tribe met again and Mr. (Big Chief) Rathbun failed to make it and we assumed he must have left us to lead some other tribe for more wampum. Upon checking our bear traps we found we had caught another one, Big Chief Sieren. On this, our second year of fighting for our grades we decided our followers of last year should hand their feathers on to someone new. We had an- other big battle and lost five more of our warriors. The heroes of the battle this year were Bill Burroughs, warrior first class, Nancy Drewyor, warrior second class, and our third class or position this year was to be taken by Phyllis Markley. This year to make up for some of our losses some good scouts wandered into our tribal grounds. They were Maurice Damman, Alice Wool, Virginia Griffin, and Glenna Stout (Stephenson). Again we parted to have another three moons of rest and relaxation be- fore we would have to go back to our old stamping grounds again. Our three moons passed very quickly and we were back for our annual battle in which new warriors would lead us all. When we all met we found Mr. Sieren had been trapped by some other tribe: Miss Whitney was its leader. We had our annual battle and Big Chief Johnston was our new leader. His closest followers were Jeannine Gunn, warrior first class, Herschel Engebretson, warrior second class, Virginia Griffin, warrior third class, and Beverly Hall, our wampum keeper. We had a very un- fortunate year, this year, because we lost six of our best warriors: now we had dwindled down to eighteen in our tribe. We decided to take a leave of absence from the daily grind, and rest again for another three moons. When we again met we found we still had our same hero of the battle, Big Chief Johnston of the year before. We were very happy to find he hadn't strayed from our tribe. Also, we still had some of our same brave warriors of the year before: Jeannine Gunn, warrior first class, Frank Vanderkonck, warrior second class, and Beverly Hall, warrior third class In this, our last year of staying together before we went out into the world for ourselves, we lost another of our good scouts, Ralph Cleghorn. We want to thank all the teachers, friends, and parents who have made our stay in our Happy Hunting, Grounds a very pleasant one. Virginia Griffin Robert Burroughs Wava Hoops Charles Potes

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CLASS PUEM We, the Seniors of ’50, For twelve years have been taught By the teachers and experience, The knowledge that can’t be bought. Now our high school days are over, We have come to journey’s end; We will face the future with courage, As a new life is to begin. Sadness will come on commencement day, As we say good-by to all, And start out on our new journey With its troubles, both great and small. Success is our goal for happiness, In which we will all try to win, We’ll fight to the finish, no matter what, With courage we had when we began. We, the Seniors of ’50 say, (Now that we are through) ‘‘Thank-you teachers for what you’ve done, And good luck to the whole school.’’ - Wava Hoops

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CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of 1950 with the end of our school years near are in sound mind and body, hereby leave these things to those who follow in our footsteps. I, Robert Burroughs, will my ability to stay in Lyons School 13 years to Duane Smith, and my car to whomever wants it when I'm through with it. I, Maurice Damman, will my artistic ability to Ramona Miller, and my love for English and American Problems under Mr. Scoon to Frank Kennedy. I, Nancy Drewyor, will my giggle to Joan Miller, and my cheerleading suit to Mary Jane Graham. I, Luella Eicher, will my red hair and freckles to Joyce Lindsay, and my position as co-editor to any Junior unlucky enough to get it. I, Herschel Engebretson, will my height and slimness to Betty Clark, and my musical ability to Pat O'Leary. I. Doyle Gillespie, will my basketball suit to Ivan to keep it in the family, and my butch to Kenneth Lambert. I, Virginia Griffin, will my ability to eat all the time and stay thin to Maxene Clendenin, and my figure to Donna Vance. I, Jeannine Gunn, will my leadership to Leonard Tedrow, and my ability to talk my way out of almost anything to Mary Lou Gillespie. I, Beverly Hall, will my collection of boys class rings to Lois McCance, and my hair styles to Coretta Shuman. I, Wava Jean Hoops, will my ability to get A’s to Sam Smith, and my way with teachers to Gaylord Barden. I, James Lawrence, will my studious ways to Judy Kennedy, and my silliness to Doris Huffman. I, Charles Potes, will my King Edward Cigars to Charles Mowery, and my ability to get A’s in Bookkeeping without understanding it to anyone who can do the same. I, Robert Rowland, will my bashfulness to Ramon Lamb and my Toni Home Permanent to Raymond Patterson. I, Verlaine Sanford, will my love of blond haired men to Charlene to keep them in the family, and my hair to Dora Jean Wagler so she can have more to cut. I, Mary Lou Stephenson, will my dimple in my chin to Lenora Peebles, and my ability to crack gum to Earl Woerner. I, Frank Vanderdonck, will my curly hair to George Kesler, and my way with girls to Dale Hoops. I, Merila Waldron, will my dimples to Barbara Lewandowski, and my majorette suit to Edith Felkey. We, the Seniors, will the seniors room they still don’t have to the Juniors, our seriousness and our studiousness to the Sophomores, and our regular attendance to the Freshmen.