Manheim Township High School - Neff Vue Yearbook (Lancaster, PA)

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Donomv W1-:ici-:L Dot 603 Pleasure Rd. Commercial Course Secretarial Club 2, 3 fSec'y 6 Treas.J. Pet Peeve: High places. Ambition: Secretary. -qi ' . WIILIAM WING!!! HAROLD WHITE Doc Bill Lanc. R. D. 4113 Commercial Course Tennis Team 1, 2, 3, Hi-Y 33 F. B. A. 35 Honor Society 33 Class President 35 Varsity M Club 1, 2, 3. Lititz R. D. i.f3 General Course Track 2, 3. Pet Peeve: A guy with a flashy convertible. Ambition: Auto or airplane mechanic. Pet Peeve: Not enough time to eat Ambition: Draftsman. 1 1 ,.. -' Ek . I hec. L ms? e , . - 'i'- ' 2 '3l.j..fp5ifI , .. ,... cvae f A -nr Y, I ,H 155 3 1 f1Z3l?rf'.2l:?:., .2 f' LE MAR WoLF RUSSEIIEL YOUNG ROSERZANGAM Puf uss osie 1311 Rose Avenue 1021 N. Lime St. Lanc. R. D. 43 Academic Course General Course Commercial Course Baseball 1, 2, 35 Hi-Y 2, 35 Baseball 1, 2, 35 Rifle Club 15 Red Cross 2, 3. Basketball 23 Safety Patrol 33 Track 2, 3. Pet Peeve: Boys in general. F. B. A. 3. Pet Peeve: Pegged pants. Ambition: Secretary. Pet Peeve: Sadistic barbers. Ambition: Plumber. Ambition : Accountant. 28

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nop ec? DearClaas, I thought you might be interested in a strange experience which I had the other day. I backed my helicopter out of the garage and took off to go to the store. Something went wrong-I guess I pulled the wrong gadget again-and instead of clearing the trees, I landed square among them. Fortunately, Helen Kirchoff and Miriam Shof were chattering over the backyard fence at the time. They looked up and saw my plight. Helen got her husband to call an ambulance, while Miriam tried to awaken her spouse from a deep snooze. In the meantime, Peggy Keefe flew by on her way to work as a dietician in the Public Health Laboratory. In her amazement, she nearly collided with Mark Twain Miller who was out snooping for unusual camera shots again. I made an ugly face for him so that he could not possibly include my picture with glamor snaps of the newest Powers' models, jane Snavely and Helen Frain. Imagine my surprise when an ambulance landed in a clearing and out hopped Bud Killian. When he saw who was involved in the accident, he proceeded with the utmost carelessness to haul me down out of the tree into the waiting ambulance. Half of the neighborhood watched us leave, even Mr. Shelf , whose eyes were shut. On the way to the hospital, Dr. Killian was busy trying to drive and keep me flat on my back. I kept peering out the window and was rewarded with glimpses of Glenn Herr't chicken farm, which by this time has reached tremendous proportions. They say that Glenn is thinking of retiring and running for Congress where he ought to be able to put up a few good argu- ments. I noticed that his neighbor, john Walter, is raising a new variety of beans with zippers on the pods. That will certainly be a saving for the housewife, as Rhoda Myer: can testify. By this time we were within the city limits and 1 realized that school had just been dismissed, for all the children were pouring into the parking lot for their jeep-lopies. It made me think back to my school days when the younger crowd was criticized for running around in the jalopies we loved so dearly. Seeing the school reminded me of something Junior said the other day. It seems that his French teacher, Marie Beazley, scolded him for having a severe case of roving eyitis. He said, But look at Mr. Garrrnan, and Mother says he never paid attention in class. I guess we all knew that Bill would turn out to be the chemist who discovered the concentrated lunch pill that tastes as good as the whole meal in the raw. As we passed a cloud labeled 19th Hole, I noticed Benny Good holding up the pole. Incident- ally, that is a fine golf course Dewey MeConaghay is operating there. Under his system, every potential member is oEered a free trial of all the forms of amusement at the club. Dewey puts them through a workout in the gym, and hands them over to Riu: Young, the one-man baseball team, who pitches balls at them until they nearly collapse. From Russ they arehelped to the tennis courts where Dick Miller gives them a thorough cleaning. After several gmelling sets, the bewildered and exhaustedpatrons are given cool and refreshing sodas from Norman Re.rch'.r fountain, and at the strategic moment, Bill Winger rushes up, gets their signatures on the dotted line, and collects the first year's dues on the spot. Quite a business! Also along the athletic line, Lila lane Stattfer has opened a gymnasium for fat ladies. With an advertisement like Lila, it is no wonder that she has been doing a rushing business. By this time we were nearing Penn Square, and I observed the Farmers' Convention adjourning. There stood Howard Wagarnan, Marlyn Good, Loretta Lehman, and Margie Landis singing The Ballad of the White Cow to some shuddering colleagues. This roved to be a demonstration of .the theory that music produces a better output in the hen house. Judging from their facial expressions, lean Er- hnthade, Mervin Landis, Marvin Shearer, jean Bowman, Mary Shreiner, Harold White, and Harry Lutz failed to appreciate these efforts, but that is undoubtedly because they never sang the song in choir back in high school. Anyway, Harry probably just hangs up his 3100 war bond, and his patriotic ani- mals don't need music. I enjoyed waving at people who registered surprise at seeing me in an ambulance. Charlotte Kessler was hurrying in from her model fann to keep a luncheon engagement with banker Charlie Briggs. Also dashing down the street were lean Kaufman, Dot Weigle, and Verna Mae Kellenherger, all re rt- ing for work at Moosie's Candy Store. Dr. Killian drew my attention to Gene Martin truckin' dimown Queen Street with a load of fnxit for Carolyn Lohr'r stand. On our right, as we whizzed by, stood the newest business firm in town, known sim ly as GUS, for it was composed of partners Gronglarr, the electrician, Ulmer, the plasterer, and Staatier QClydej, the insulator. The rumor is that the boys had to employ a comptometrist, Nancy Heller, to keep their affairs, or rather their accounts straight. Their able stenographers are Betty Irene Clark, Madolyn Iazmphere, and Betty Dupler. QI.ooks more like a beauty contest.j Farther down the street I perceived through a show window an odd sight. Two pairs of very large feet were propped up on two very much littered desks, and by following a long and twisted course one finally arrive at the heads of Walter Benney and Richard Beittel. Bookkeeper Sam Gait was slaving over his ledger, while Evelyn Shotxherger was filing confidential reports. Suddenly, Dr. Killian and I 30