Monclova High School - Monclovian Yearbook (Monclova, OH)

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At Chillicothe, I was greatly surprised to meet Edith Harkcom downtown. She was married and living there. She took me to her home as a guest and I paid her a two month's visit. I next ventured to visit Mary Lois Grossheim, who,Ed1th informed me, was employed as a nurse maid at a wealthy home in Cinci- cinnati. From Cincinnati, I made a stop at Springfield. I was parked in front of a hotel when a car drove along beside mine and the driver handed me a ticket --said I was on the wrong side of the street-and was about to drive on when we recognized each other, Howard Kutzly on duty. At Columbus, Ohio, when I en- tered a Cafe for my lunch one fine day, I thought I recognized two of the wait- resses. They were talking together. Finally, the one came to me and asked if I were Ruby Armbruster and I replied that I was. The two waitresses were Norma Naylor and Dorothy Butz, who found that it paid to work in a College Town Cafe. I next went to pay a visit to some relatives at Lima. And who should be their new butler? None other than Owen Wilder! I left the state of Ohio to journey as far as Ft. Wayne, Indiana. I had always wanted to see W O W 0 and the broadcasting over that station. On my tour through the station, I met my old pa1,Harold Beers,leading his own orchestra. Harold had attended a technical school and broadcasting was only his nside l1ne.' From Ft. Wayne,I went back to Toledo, Ohio--my three years were nearly over--but lol I saw Johnny Mertes pitching a Mud Hen game at Swayne Field. He informed me, after the game, that he had signed a five year contract with the Mud Hens. I then went to the Stan- dard Oil office at High Street to see my uncle. He informed me, after a brief visit, that yesterday he had employed one of my old Monclova Hi classmates as his secretary. I knew im ediately that it was Dorothea Cunningham. I went in to see her. She liked her work very much and she said that it was her intenuon to be married soon, but that she would work in the office for a while. From here, I went back to Westerville to take up the work which was now open to me. I surely think that along with the education which I received on my little travel, I was greatly awarded with seeing all of my former class- mates of good old Monclova Hi. By--Ruby Armbruster CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of 1956, being, wesincerely hope,of fairly sound mind and memory, do hereby make, execute, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament: We do hereby give and bequeath our possessions as follows: I, Owen Wilder, my ability for foul shooting to Raymond Zwyers. I, Mary Lois Grossheim, my curly hair to Mary Weber. I, Howard Kutzly, my mechanical ability to Melvin Grossheim. I, Lillian Holliker, my concentrating ability to Mary Jane Scribner and Virginia Franklin. I, Glenn Walbolt, my set of parlor tricks to Wayne Stierle. I, Edith Harkcom, my secret love for bologna sandwiches to Anna Mae Barton. I, Charles Jacob, my superiority? inferiority? complex to Karl Sasse. I, Dorothea Cunningham, my little pet dog lscottiei to Lela Phipps as a mascot for next year's basketball team. I, John Mertes, my baseball pitching ability to Byron Howard. I, Norma Naylor, my romantic nature to Ardis Linn and Faye Fought. fshe has enough for bothj. I, Harold Beers, my sparkling teeth to Russell Wilder. I, Doroth Butz, my raven hair to Virginia Woods. I, Martin Linn, my restless squirm to Verna Mae Bliss. I, Ernestine Olwick, my ability of pounding the ivories to Dorothy Jane Kiefer and Virginia Marshall. I, Billy Elliott, my manly stride to Raymond Matzinger. I, Mary Butz, my neatness to Phyllis Curtis. I, Richard Brown, m self-assurance to Lucille Hinkle. I, Ruby Armbruster, my weight in gold to Lucille Morrison. In witness whereof We, the said class of 1956, have to this our last will and testament set our hand and seal this twenty-first day of May. By--Dorothea Cunningham

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- HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1936 Twelve years ago our fathers brought forth to the Monclova Centralized School a new class composed of twenty-three pupils. Mary utz, Bill Elliott, Edith Harkcom, Lillian Holliker, Ernestine Olwick, and Glenn Walbolt are the only ones who have worried none but Monclova teachers, up to the present date. These cute little tots waded through primary work until the spring of 1925 when their teacher, Miss Alma Spring, wrote npromoted to second grade' on some little pieces of cardboard. This fatalistic-sounding message, so many proud mothers announced, signi- fied that the favorite few could begin work under the direction of Miss Grace Heald. Two important events comprised the social program of this yearg Dorothea Cunningham joined us as a representative of the talent from Indiana School in Toledo, and the first six grades of the school were moved to the new building. The third year of our educational life, under the able tutelage of Miss Margaret Holloway, was quite serene but we made up for it the next year. The biggest member of our class, Ruby Armbruster, joined us one bright morning. In this case, Longfellow School's loss was our gain. Waterville sent us Dorothy Butz and Howard Kutzly, and Maumee contributed Mary Grossheim. Miss Grace Neitz had the honor of marking A's--or other grades--on our report cards that year. Mrs. Fanny Hopwood greeted us each morning during our fifth year. Things were rather uneventful until Dorothy Butz decided to go to Holland. That seemed to start our bad luck, for no new members came to join our ranks for the next year. However, under the motherly guidance of Mrs. Etta Richards, we completed the first half of the education we are now displaying. Our first year in the old building introduced us to Miss Helen Starkweather as our sponsor, John Mertes from Lincoln School in Toledo, and Owen Wilder. Thus we were welcomed into Junior High life. The second year under this caption found us becoming acquainted with Norma Naylor of Martin School, discussing old times with Dorothy Butz, who entered our midst again, this time for good, and laughing with Harold Beers whe was contributed by Navarre School in Toledo. Miss Edna Parish was our chief instructor during that year. In September, 1925, a group of green Freshmen, enhanced by a frisky little carrot-top from Holland, Martin Linn, were initiated Parish again attended our class meetings that year. into good old Me He Semis' Charles Jacob and Richard Brown from Central Catholic and L1bbey,respec- tively, joined our midst while we floated along under Mr. Van Ausdales able di- rection when we were sophomores. As Juniors in the year 1955, we saw service under Miss Wlndle. The class play, class dance, and Junior-Senior Banquet proved to be the high-lights of that year. And now, as the Senior Class of 1956, we have tried to conduct ourselves so that Monclova Centralized School shall not perish from the earth. CLASS PROPHECY Finishing my course at Otterbein College, I had for a position would be open to me. Leaving Toledo, at Cleveland. On my shopping tour, I metnoneother clerk in the May Company Store. We were delighted to formed me that Lillian Holllker was working at the Company there. I at once declared my intention of three years for travel be- Ohio, I made my first stop than Mary Butz, who was a see each other and she in- Office of the Standard Oil calling upon her. She was quite happy with her work and intended to pay a visit to Ernestlne Olwick, who was living at Steubenville, Ohio, and I was overjoyed when she asked me to go with her. Ernestine was a stenographer for a wealthy Real Estate man. From Steubenville, I went to Chillicothe. I ran out of gas just this sidecf the city limits and was very pleased when an old Model T Ford stopped. The Ford re- minded me of Martin Linn's old car that he had when we were classmates in Mon- clova Hi. And lo, and behold! It was Marty, Glenn Walbolt, Charlie Jacob, Dick Brown, and Billy Elliott. They were just Ubumming aroundu, they said Qwas this their dream of the Golden West?5 and loaned me some gas. na

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I 'mg-p....1, .1.-,.-- . .-,.... THE CLASS OF THIRTY SIX Like seconds grow to minutes D0 minutes grow to hours As goes the lives of others So goes this life of ours. To live a perfect life sometimes We're in an awful fix But out of this commotion comes The class of thirty six. From biggest to the smallest Some dance, some talk, some sing, And some are set for classes Before the bell should ring. some of the boys like plowing While others like to hoe But do you think that Ruby Will ever start to grow? Our number one classmate, Is president Richard B own His life-long wish, might be ful- filled To be a circus clown. Mary Butz is quiet She seldom says a word But when she's asked a question Then's when her voice is heard. Now Billie's our class tough guy He growls just like a bear But he's just like a lot of folks You never hear him swear. Norma's, oh, so funny! She likes to dance and sing She flutters down the hallway Like a chicken on the wing. John's our most popular fellow, As all we students know, we d.OI1 't know what to call him, But we're sorry to see him go. Dorothea is our typist, Just watch her fingers fly, She works upon our annual, But will soon say good-bye. The next in line is Howard Who goes down with a smile When his small contest models Just lack a little style. .Now Martin's just a crooner Who's tune is getting coarse But he still sings his head off Until his voice is hoarse. Dorothy Butz is sensitive Like a feather in the breeze Because when breezes start to blow Poor Dorothy starts to sneeze. Next comes our baseball shortstop A brave old buccaneer It's Charlieg you should all have guessed So now Nstand up and cheer.U Edith is quite noisy And we will all agree That if she doesnft quiet down, A nurse she'll never be. Then we have a tall guy It's Owen, slim but strong But take a tip from me,fo1ks, No gal will do him wrong. Now Lill1an's quite active She works just like a bee By this she's bound to reach the top Of any knowledge tree. Jake is quite a romeo He's hunted by the squirrels He's overloaded with belfry bats, His weakest spot is girls. A very studious lady, Is Ernestine, by name, And once she starts to do a thing, She will surely reach her aim. Mary Lois takes everything For better or for worse Her hopes might all be granted That she will be a nurse. And last but least is Harold He's author of this poem, But when I'm very far away I'll often think of home. We are the class of '56 Our aims are high and true And when we become successful, We will think of you. By-Harold Beers z.I.