Napoleon High School - Buckeye Yearbook (Napoleon, OH)

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-CLASS OF 1942--- Junior Class History Eleven long years ago, the class of 1942 embarked upon its voyage through school. The voyage has had its ups and downs, but most of the members who started this voyage are with us today taking an active part in manning the good ship N. H. S. We were sad to lose fellow crew members but we quickly accepted new ones. Some of these newer recruits have developed into leaders before the mast. We worked hard this year and successfully staged a play under the very able direction of Miss Shiffrer and Mr. Johnson. Our stand during basketball season was also a success. Our class has produced some fine athletes, and several won letters in foot- ball, basketball, track and tennis. Next year our class will form the nucleus for all these teams. We are nearing the end of our voyage, for next year we will be Seniors. and rule the waves. After that, we embark on another voyage-the greatest voyage of all. NORMAN DeTRAY.

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---PROPHECY told him that I would pay all the damages. He looked at me disgustedly and then he recognized me. It was none other than Oky Dielman, the boy from Napoleon who gave up his job as owner of the coal company to become a sen- ator. He excused himself and said he didn't know it was I. We had a short talk about him fall men like to talk about themselves, and Oky is no ex- ceptionj and then both went our separate ways. When I got to Cincinnati, I stopped at a stand and ordered a hot dog and bottle of chocolate milk. The little joint was a combination gas station and refreshment stand. I had seen them all along my way and I found that this one was owned by Chalmer Baker. My car was given a complete service. After having a little food I felt much better and drove on without getting to talk to Chalmer. Nothing of importance happened until I arrived in Chicago, and there I was arrested for parking in front of a fire hydrant, How was I supposed to know that it wasn't allowed? Nobody ever told me. I got a ticket nevertheless. I was to appear in court at nine o'clock the next morning and I wanted to be out of Chicago before then. Well, the only thing to do was to appeal to the Chief of Police of the city. I called at Eldon Gottschalk's home at two o'clock in the morning. Of course, I had to get him out of bed. When he came to the door after I had rung the bell about fifty times, he didn't even act as if he were glad to see me. He was rather angry, as a matter of fact. It was the servant's night out so he invited me to come in and I told him my difficulties. He not too politely, told me to appear in court the next morning and to quit bothering him or he would bring charges against me for disturbing the peace and trying to bribe an officer of the law. I was distressed but I finally decided it would be a good idea to appear in court. The next morning at court I came face to face with one of the few women judges of our country, Sis Rieger. My law- yer got up and talked for a couple of minutes and then Sis said, Twenty- two dollars and fifty cents. My lawyer advised me to pay it, so I did. Terrible how these courts take people's money away from them. I bought a paper and after reading the funnies I turned to the middle of the paper and what do you think I found? I found the column written by Harry McAllister entitled Advice to the Love Lorn . The article was ex- tremely interesting and was an inspiration to all the young folk in love. It really contained a lot of good advice. In an advertisement I noticed the name of Marilyn McConkey as an interior decorator. She gave many references about places she had already finished. One of the places was the Strayer Shoe Com- pany which was the leading shoe store in Chicago. It was an exclusive shop owned by Roger Strayer. Another place was the large grocery concern which was now a chain grocery because of the way Karl Baker had built it up. The grocery was designed by Miss McConkey and was extremely well planned. I went over to the University of Chicago and I saw many of the former students of Nap High. Ronny Bockelman was there teaching mathematics. It was the funniest thing, because Ronny didn't look a bit like a professor. An- other former student who had spent his time in becoming a professor was Paul Cochran. He' was teaching the students how to twirl a baton with one hand and jerk a soda with the other. Paul was married and had a couple of children. Kathryn Diemer was teaching typing at the university. She was bustling around from one place to another and I didn't get a chance to talk to her. I continued my trip westward, and for two days I had a very lovely journey but I knew it couldn't last forever because I was never very lucky. When I hit Des Moines, Iowa, I began to feel as if I were catching a cold. l stopped and got some Vicks at a drug store and there was Donny Petter. He had grown to be about six feet tall. He was jerking a soda when I entered but he soon waited on me. Unlike most other large store owners, Don was behind the counter working with his employees. Don was a very wealthy man but he still worked. A couple of days later I noticed a rash on my hands. I took a mirror out fContinued On Page 455

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CLASS OF 1942--- Row Row Row Row Row one: K. Musshel, Atkinson. two: M. Bruns, M. Gomer, R. B three: D. Fruchey, E. Guhl. four: B. Harrison, Robbins, R G. Bost, W. Nelson, M. Brubaker, G. Cox, M. Rcttig, J. Kerr, E Fahringer, M. Genuit, S. McClure, A. Loudon. T. McColley, W eaverson. M. Kratzer, L. Glick, E, Osborn, E, Roessing, C. Boyer, M. Nye D. Cupp, M. DeTray, M. Willeman, B. Crawford, L. Eichoff, L . Meyers. five: L. Kolbe, H. Parming, R. Bowerman, M. K. Foster, H. Nichols, M. Donley, D Comadoll, E. Belknap.