Monclova High School - Monclovian Yearbook (Monclova, OH)

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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.

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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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JUNIORS FIRST COLUMN Dorothy Jane Kiefer Russell Wilder Anna May Barton Raymond Matzinger Ardie Linn Raymond Zwyer Mary Jane Scribner SECOND COLUMN Faye Fought Mary Weber Byron Howard Virginia Marshall Lucille Morrison Phyllis Curtis Virginia Franklin THIRD COLUM Lucille Hinkle Wayne Stierle Lela Phipps Karl Sasse Virginia Woods Melvin Grossheim Verna Mae Bliss