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

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SIXTEEN: I, Kay Farabee, will m diamond to Delorse Tyson, providing she wears only one at a time. SEVENTEEN: I, Judy Firsdon, will m job at the drug store to Dann Gorrill, providing he makes better sodas than I do. EIGHTEEN: We, Ann Few and Lloyd Tyson, will our comical ways to Jack Beair, providing he doesn't steal any of our jokes. NINETEEN: I, Marietta Holcombe, will my football cro n to Lee Pollard, providing he wears a new formal to go with it. TWENTY: We, Michaelyn Johnson and Julia Williams, will our acting ability to Larry Ream, providing he takes a woman's part in the Senior play. TWENTY ONE: I, Nancy Motot, will my athletic ability to Melvin Kane, providing he plays only girl's basketball. TWENTY TWO: I, Jane Nonnemaker, will my soprano voice to Barbara Gallagher, providing she sings all the soorano solos in the choir next year. TWENTY THREE: I, Kay Sawyer, will my polka dot tights to Lawrence Stein, providing he goes out for cheerleading instead of football. TWENTY FOUR: We, Janet Schroeder and Janet Tyson, will our gym suits to Pat Parker, providing she wears them both at the same time. TWENTY FIVE: I, Susan Stiger, will m ability to go steady to Karen Kuhn, providi1 she keeps her ring as clean as I do. TWENTY SIX: I, Rosalind Whitington, will my red hair to Marcia Thompson, providing she doesn't use a rinse. Signed this twenty-eighth day of May in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and fifty-eight by the Senior Glass of 1958. an ,J.....J,!a?w President Secretary Vice President Treasurer Wayne Duck Hatchery, Wayne, Ohio

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the Senior Class of 1956, being of sound mind and able body, do hereby will to the Junior Class, all old textbooks, our overdue homework, our untidy lockers, old comic books, and all old bills encurred in the last school year. we leave to you the knowledge that no one can ever take the place the Senior Class holds in the hearts of the teachers. They will never love you as they have loved us, but they will try to love you a little. Now to the individuals we bequeath the following: FIRST: I, Ronnie Adkins, will my ability to stay out late at night to Evelyn Kirkendall, providing her mother lets her stay out until h:OO a.m. SECOND: I, Norman Anderson, will my h? Hudson to Dollie Wood, providing she shines it every day. THIRD: I, Carl Brubaker, will my position as President of the Senior Class to Ruth Kreais, providing she doesn't giggle too much at the meetings. FOURTH: I, Kenn Fairbanks, will my dark complexion and my big brown eyes to Pat Kelly, providing she doesn't break too many boys hearts. FIFTH: I, Richard Farwig, will my little black book to George Reynolds, providing he isn't as bashful on the telephone as he is in person. SIXTH: I, Paul Graber, will my whiskers to Judy Jacobs, providing she grows only blonde ones. SEVENTH: I, Jim Hartley, will my white bucks to Jacob Petersen, providing he keeps them as clean as I do. EITHTH: I, Dick Holcombe, will my track ability to Janice Waltermier, providing she sets more records at hurdle jumwing than I did. NINTH: I, Mike Keller will m position as A11 Conf Ldn man to Nada B Providing she goes by the name of W Big Mike '. ,renee loam' TENTH: I, Gary Stannard, will my positions as Salutatorian to Suzanne Petersen since she's studying so hard to get it. ELEVENTH: I, Robert Sabo, will my ability to attract girls to Larry Emison, providing he leaves my old girls alone. TWELFTH: I, Duane Kern, will my tuba to Faye Davies, providing she carries it by herself in all parades. THIRTEEN: I, Mike Sutter, will my ability to argue with Mr. Bruning to Barbara Hartenfeld, providing she wins more arguments than I did. FOURTEEN: I, Donald Waltermier, will my ability to throw the shotout to Bonnie Teeple, providing she doesn't break m record. FIFTEEN: I, Joyce Chamberlain, will my glasses to Roland Zender, providing he doesn't lose them as much as I did.

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY As I was wallclng to my office on Wall Street the other day, I noticed the bill board in front of the Broadway Opera House. It read: COMING SOON! Hake your reservations now! See Duane Kern and his orchestra featuring Miss Jane Nonnemaker. I wandered on d0WI1 the Street making a little note that I would have to see this. Just as I was filing it away, I ran into--why, it couldn't be! Kay Bocldarader CFarabeeJ and her little boy and girl. I started tallcing to her and she asked me if I was going to see the Armed Services Parade. I told her I would try. Later that afternoon as I was fighting nv way through the crowd to see the parade, I looked up in time to see Paul Graber giving his batallion their orders. My, how he had changed! The parade passed, and then I heard a voice yellg I:Ia1t! there stood Norman Anderson with enough stripes for three service men. Susan Stiger was standing near by with her fifth grade. Then I heard a familiar voice saying, mv, if it isn't Gary Stannard! How's the world been treating you? I turned around to find myself face to face with Ron Adkins. Some how we got on the subject of teeth and I found nvself telling Ron about the trouble nv wisdom teeth had been giving me. He replied. Drop in any time. I'lJ. be glad to take care of it for you. W office Ls on Sth Avenuei Be seeing you. I've got to get back to the office. Still in a daze I wandered away from the crowd and there stood Mr. and Mrs. Earl Brubaker. He said, We are going to go eat. Come along. Having nothing else to do , I accepted. We went to a quaint little restaurant away from the roaring crowd. I asked Carl if he knew the women behind the counter. Pkwy surely did look familiar. Carl said, mmf, that's Nancy Motot and Janet Schroeder. They own this place md they really have good food. Remember how they always wanted to be secretaries? dell, I'm glad they're not. My wife and I always come here to eat on special occasions. Say, remember Julia WiJ.liams? Well, she is a nurse for the doctor across the streetg and Rosalind Whitington, well, she is a private secretary for the ?airbanks Engineering Comparv. Kenny sure made his way to the top. Say, how about going to the Ohio State--Michigan game with us this coming Saturday? We have two extra tickets, and you and your wife are welcome to come along. I told him I would let him know later. Saturday I found nvseli' watching the game. Midway in the third quarter the coach jumped up off the bench and shouted, Holcombe . Get out there and let'em have it. I stared in amazement as my old classmate Richard Holcombe ran out on the Eield. After the game was over Carl and I wandered down to the locker room to have 1 chat with Dick. I asked Carl what he was doing for a living. He said he was coaching basket- oall at the University of New York. Man! How things had changed! It seemed like just yesterday that we were seniors, but time marches ong and much to :W amazement this wasn't to be the last of nv surprises. I had been running an advertisement in the New York Times for a stenographer. The next morning Michaelyn Johnson, the receptionist in the building, told me that two ladies were waiting in the outer office for an interview. I picked up the two application blanks and started to read: NAME--Joyce Chamberlain. I stared for a moment and then read the second: IAME--Kay Sawyer. Why, I had gone to school with two girls with the same names, :ut this couldn't be! I read on: School from which you graduated: Montgomery Iigh School. MU, it certainly was they! I opened the door and motioned them to :ome in. While I was completing the interview, I was called into the board room. When I left the board room, I felt a splurge of pride. I had been promoted to 'x-esident.