Montgomery Local High School - Mohirab Yearbook (Wayne, OH)

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HNUGGETS OF KNOWLEDGE A SENIOR SONG My diploma lies over the ocean, My diploma lies over the sea, But I think ll be old and gray headed, Before it's presented to me. Last night as I lay on my pillow, Last night as I lay on my bed, I wondered if ever those lessons, Could be pounded into my head. Oye Winds that blow over the ocean, Oye Winds that blow over the sea, I wish you'd blow my diploma, Right past examinations to me. THE ORIGINAL TEN COMMANDMENTS l. Thou shalt put no other school before this one, because our super- intendent is a jealous one and would be angry. 2. Thou shalt not loiter in the halls and talk. 5. Five days thou shalt labor and do all thy work and prepare for all thy testsg but the sixth and seven! th days are dedicated to the teach! ers. In them thou shalt write all thy themes, translate all thy Span- ish. 4. Thou shalt not flirt. 5. Thou shalt not whisper or write notes for the eyes of the faculty are always upon thee and seeth all that thou doest and the punishment is severe. 6. Thou shalt be in bed by ten o'clock so as to prevent the wrath of Mr. Stevens being turned upon th69o 7. Thou shalt not throw paper on the floor so as to provoke the fa- culty and worry the janitor. 8. Thou shalt chew no gum. 9. Thou shalt not go unprepared to music classes because the wrath of Mrs. Sockrider is great. 10. Thou shalt attend all football and basketball games. COMFORTS FOR MONTGOMERY LOCAL We, the Seniors of this great in- stitution declare that the time we have spent in these insphing class- rooms have been far too strenuous for our delicate constitutions to stand. we therefore suggest the following additions for the oncomr ing classes. That they might labor in comfort: soda fountain in study hall, cushions on all senior desks, alarm clocks at each desk, private foot stools,elevators to carry pup- ils to and from classes, and speak- ing tubes from one desk to another. THE THIRD DEGREE ALGEBRA l. If a banana is divided into three equal parts and the peeling of the third is dropped one-half block down the street and a man steps on it, how far will he roll? You figure it out! 2. If a flea travels over the en- tire surface of a dog in three hours, how large is the dog? Ask the dog, he knows better than I do. HISTORY l. Was George Washington the first president? What was his name? Why wasn't he inaugurated? Here's the history book, look it up yourself. 2. When and why did who discover what? Huh! 5. Was James first a man or a wo- man? Did he wear a moustache and why? Darned if I know. 4. How old was Napoleon in his twenty-fifth year? Did he die and what for? Well? Silently, one by one, in the in- finite notebooks of the teachers blossomed the neat little zeros, the forget-me-nots of the seniors. x x x x x x Live and love it, why not?

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SENIOR PROPHECY It was Summer Theater time again. I wanted to see what went on backstage, so I went arou d to the stage door. NI was wondering ---- N I stopped for a familar face confronted me. uBlake Tyson! I do believe it's you.n I got in without any trouble. nLower the backdropln was the first thing I heard. To my surprise Marvin Saam was giving the order to David Beair and Paul Allen. I noticed some doors and went to investigate. In the first room there were rows of dressing tables, and Joyce Rubel was hurrying around to see that all the make-up was put on properly. In the next room, Irene Vosburg had pins and needles sticking out from her mouth and was trying to fit a dress on a squirming chorus girl. In the next room, Pat Williamson was passing out outfits of all sorts. On leaving the last room, I ran into Charles Morgart, the director of the play and stopped to chat a moment. I decided to leave then and come back in the evening to see the show. That evening familar fingers extended my ticket to me. That's right, none other than Jeanne Trudell. Grace Smith graciously took my ticket and flashed ne a bright smile. An usher came toward me and to my surprise it was Bonnie Rentz, looking chic in her red uniform. Just as I reached my seat, the orchestra leader picked up his baton and the orchestra began to play. I thought the leader was familar. On looking again, I recognized him as Tom Long. Looking over the orchestra, I saw several familar faces. Jane Graber was playing the pianog Bob Hartenfeld, Ray Reynolds, Kenny Tyson, and Lowell Buckingham were carrying through with their trumpetsg and Jim Johnson was still playing his horn. The orchestra stopped playing and the curtain rose. The setting was very beautiful. It was a night club arrangement and a girl and a boy were about to begin singing. On looking closer I was amazed, for the girl was Joyce Geren, who had never taken chorus in school, and the boy was Von Bloom, singing more wonderful than ever. Next on the program Joyce Burton progressed onto the stage as a nurse and approched a bed containing Fred Ault. They sure made a'wonderful comedy team. They acted out a hospital scene and were quite hilarious as you imagined. The stage was dimmed and a dance team took over. They were the noted Irene Ault and Charles Tyson. As the dance progressed three boys and three girls joined them. I noticed a few of them as Janet Sawyer, Ruth Mahaffey, and Glenn White. They all did a wonderful job. Then the stage was lit up and with Ann Whitman and Dick Noble accompanying on their acoordian and guitar the Three Melodies took over. They were Don Ickes, Gineth Farabee, and Garland Smith. They sang Come on 'a My House. A loud but well done number. I knew when I left that my good friends were on their road to fame.