Monroe High School - Monrovian Yearbook (West Manchester, OH)

Page 19 text:

Class con tin ued I, Alberta Jayne Ammerman, leave to Marie Harrison my angelic ways. I, Mary Eleanor Woolf, bestow upon Roland Miller my bronze curls. To Martha Wagner, is bequeathed the right and duty of being the school's best girl athlete next year by Marjorie Ellen Smith. We hope this training will enable her to be the head of her House . I, Ruthmary Beane, leave to Bill Sink my trumpet. It is amusing to think how he will annoy the neighbors as he prepares to participate in the 1940 Music Festival. The privilege of being the biggest talker in school is left to Carrie Rose Shaffner by Mary Marie Howell, who has had that questionable distinction in our class. I, Billy Joe Rautsaw, bequeath to Arthur House my standing on the baseball team. I, James William Smith, will my most highly prized possession, a cackling laugh, to Helen Eiken- bery. I-Iere's hoping she will be able to exercise it in English class as I did. I, Meryl Donald Pence, will my suave finesse to Bill Sink. I, Hubert Edgar Ott, will my studiousness to Emil Lipps. I, Carl Dorsey Shaffer, bestow upon Wallace Campbell my capability of securing dates with the girls. Here's hoping he can use the library telephone as often as I did. I, Loy Clinton Parks, will my bashfulness to Marjorie Dalrymple. I, Roy Clayton Parks, will to Betty Chellis the amazing ease with which I can coax up a straight face when a teacher is looking at me. I, William Leon Schlotterbeck, bestow upon Fred Young my job as class entertainer. I, Charles Marlin Royer, bestow upon Junior Johnson my stoppage in speech. I, Charles Lindsey Overholser, leave to Junior Houdeshell my ability to make love, especially to Freshmen girls. I, Hubert Dean Houdeshell, bequeath to Junior Fowble by guitar and mountain music. I, Virgil C. House, leave to Kathryn Duffield my low smooth voice. But we don't want Virgil to lose it entirely now that he is dating Martha Deaton. I, Richard Benjamin Bell, bestow upon Irene Gruber my jolly good nature. May she be the belle that I was. . I, Howard Allen Mayers, leave to Mary Elizabeth Copp my red hair and freckles. I, Avis Wilfred Hundley, bestow upon Forest Barnes my basketball suit. I hope it fits him as well as it did me. I, Dale Leon Miller, bestow upon Jeanette Royer my height and slenderness. To Allie Tidd, Ralph Willard Lipps bequeaths the right to become the official sheik of the Senior Class. I, Harvey Junior Custer, bestow upon Virginia Somers my pessimistic attitude. The subjoined list will be recognized as entailed estates to which we do declare the Class of 1940, the real and rightful successors: To next year's freshman class we bequeath our sincere sympathy. We would comfort them with the reminder that we were once freshmen-but look at us now. What man has done, man can do, runs an old adage. To next year's sophomore class we bequeath consolation. The first year was the hardest. We urge them to deal mercifully with the freshmen, but they will doubtless forget our admonition, as all sophomore classes do. To next year's juniors we bequeath the fact that your journey is half finished. We urge t.hem to enjoy high school life cleanly and beautifully, for they will only pass this way once. To next year's seniors we bequeath our dignity. May they uphold it forever, with all serious- ness and gravity, endeavoring to realize its vast importance, in spite of their natural lightminded- ness and irresponsibility. Also we bequeath our seats in the Senior Assembly to whoever is able to grab them first. We bequeath any stubs of pencils, erasers or scraps of paper that we may accidently leave behind us in the excitement and haste of gathering up our cherished treasures for the last time. May they feel free to make use of them, and feel perhaps, that they may, in some mystic way, im- part some of our great knowledge to them. The foregoing bequests are made by this Senior Class, about to reach its state of dissolution. The Class has not-in its high spirit of philanthropy-bequeathed its entire possessions, for, although the class is making its demise collectively, it will continue to function individually. Each member will retain his or her heart forever unless the rightful owner claims it. Given under our hands and our collective seal, this, the 39th day of Apriary, 2013. -Martha Jane Gates l1'7l

Page 18 text:

Class History continued The first day of the senior year found thirty-six plants present and eager to take part in the many senior activities. With competent leaders-James Smith, presidentg Glenella Campbell, vice president, Eleanor Woolf, secretaryg Marjorie Strickler, treasurer, and Lois Petry, Student Council memberg and the splendid advice and cooperation of Mrs. McCoy, they completed a year which all will remember with happy and loving memories. They Went to Dayton to have their pictures takeng presented one of the Judge Hardy Family plays called Skidding g sponsored the annual Basketball Team and Scholarship Team Banquetg planned and executed their Baccalaureate and Commencement programs. This plot of the garden produced many prize blooms in senior and general scholarship examinations and in athletic events. Charles Overholser won seventh place out of the first ten in Senior Scholarship, Fern Fourman won first place in typing scholarship, Marjorie Strickler won second place in English IV Scholarship. Five of the Basketball squad were seniorsg namely, James Smith, Billy Joe Rautsaw, Leon Schlotterbeck, Avis Hundley, and Dale Miller, seven of the Baseball team were seniorsg namely, Billy Joe Rautsaw, James Smith, Leon Schlotterbeck, Avis Hundley, Dale Miller, Charles Royer, and Ralph Lipps. Again this year they won the class tournament. Those that have weathered the rain, hail and sleet storms of life together in the garden through all twelve years are: Richard Bell, Glenella Campbell, Martha Jane Gates, Marie Howell, Norma Jeanes, Lois Kemp, Dale Miller, Hubert Ott, Lois Petry, Billy Joe Rautsaw, Charles Royer, and James Smith. Since Jesse Harrison and Ila Pepper withdrew during the Christmas vacation, there were only thirty- four plants remaining. These plants, nurtured for many years in rich soil and cared for by Monroe's capable and efficient gardeners, the faculty, are now ready and eager to spread joy, beauty, and beneficence wherever the future may place them, thereby making this old world a more pleasant place in which to live. -Glenella Campbell Class Will We Bequeath We, the Seniors of the Class cf 1939 of Monroe High School, being of sound mind, that is, of as sound mind as Seniors usually are, with well trained memories and almost superhuman under- standing, and realizing that we are about to make our demise forever from these halls in which we have engaged in the process of gleaning knowledge for several years, do make and publish this our last will and testament. First we do direct that our funeral services shall be conducted by our friends, superintendent, and his all-wise and ever competent faculty, who have been our guardians for so long, only asking, as the last injunction of the dying, that the funeral be carried on with all the dignity and pomp becom- ing such a solemn and momentous occasion. From our vast store of scholastic possessions and varied experiences, we will and bequeath the following: I, Glenella Campbell, grant my winning personality to Albert Roe. Here's hoping Albert will not take too much advantage of it. I, Fern Ruth Fourman, bestow upon Ettaleene Irwin my flirting ways. I, Mary Lucille Stiver, bequeath my ease in winning friends and my ability to assist girls who work in the library to Junior Petry. To John Farst, of next year's Senior Class, goes the right and duty to be the best all-around student dramatist. This right is bequeathed by Lois Earlyne Kemp. I, Ruth Marcellis Cable, grant my trucking ability to Gerald Shaffer. We are sure he would be an attraction for the Senior play next year? '? ? ? I, Marjorie Lucille Strickler, bequeath to Albert Roe my poetic ability with the hope that he may say in a more eloquent way to Ettaleene Irwin, I love you. I, Marjorie Lou Fowble, willingly forfeit my fear of mice to Wallace Campbell. I hope he enjoys them better than I do! I, Maxine Emrick, bestow upon Ada Mae Miller my quiet manners and twinkling eyes. I, Martha Jane Gates, leave my race horse gait to Forest Barnes. I, Lois Elizabeth Petry, leave my ability to converse in Democracy class to Martha Deaton. I, Norma Alice Jeanes, leave to Irene Gruber my gray hair from worrying over the annual. ll6l

Page 20 text:

Class Prophecy A Trip To Mars After sitting and writing for an hour or so, I leave my paper and vow that I'll go And visit a while on Mars in the air, As in 1950, it's done everywhere. So I plan to leave the earth the same day In the new-fangled rocket, which I've heard people say Was invented at last by the great Hubert Ott, Who pondered and studied on this rocket a lot. On the way through the sky I pass a great plane, As it comes nearer to me, I see through the pane The pilot is someone I know very well- Yes, I know it's James Smith, I plainly can tell. When at last I arrive at my destination, I find a great laboratory quite near to the station, And I wait not so long until I discover It is Miss Norma Jeanes'-a classmate fanotherj. I hired me a guide and was shown all around And it happened, by chance, during this that I found Virgil House, who had come to Mars to explore, But who really on earth ran a hardware store. Then a thought of my telescope comes to my mindg At once I procured it and hastened to find Anyone on the earth whose face I might knowg And to get a bird's-eye-view of my home world below. As I sight down past the moon and the stars, I forget altogether that I'm really on Mars, For very near I see Ralph Lipps, on a tractor With radio attachments which is a new factor. And there I can see in a field of bluegrass, A large group of thoroughbreds.which none can surpass: I know them immediately and can easily tell They graze on the farm of Dick and Bertie Bell. To Cincy, just now, I direct my attention, For surely it is worthy of mention, For there I can see on the baseball field Rautsaw, who really his left arm can wield. And there on the side carrying the bats Is Meryl Pence, in person, who's saying f'Aw, rats! When with his arms full he takes a big spill, And slowly gets up and goes on with a will. In the great sea of faces I see in the crowd One face that seems most unusually proud She waves to the pitcher when she catches his eye, Marjorie Lou is content when she sees his reply. In the suburbs I see two cottages small And in the back yard talking over the wall Are Marie Howell and Mary Stiver living side by side, And ever their friendship shall live and abide. To New York City next I take view, And as I search the large city through, The first that I see is a great rocket company, The Parks brothers find that the dollars are many. The next thing to meet my wondering gaze, As I look down upon the great city maze, Is a designer's shop with most beautiful stylesg Emrick and Cable fashions are known for miles. Now whom do I see over this radio? CTe1evision has long been in use you knowj To be sure since the death of the late Major Bowes Leon Schlotterbeck took his place as everyone knows. And there goes Avis Hundley down the street Whom, I've heard it rumored, no one could beat As secret detective number fifty-five, Who always catches them, dead or alive. E181