Newcomerstown High School - Newcosean Yearbook (Newcomerstown, OH)

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7654321 Riverside Drive New York City June 1, 1957 Dear Hubert, I received your letter and was very sorry to hear that the news of the passing of the Class of 1947 affected you so badly. I hope you are recovering and will soon be able to resume your work at the office. As I had stated in my last letter, I will tell you about the will of the class of '47, It reads as follows: We, the members of the Senior Class, in the year of our Lord 1947 A. D., being of sound mind and fully aware of the obligations of every graduating class to leave all our earthly traits, virtues, bad habits, or what have you to any green Sophomores or budding Juniors who may worthily deserve the same. We hereby decree this to be our last will and testament. I, Betty Atha, bequeath my mathematical mind to all the needy. I, Kenneth Duhamel, leave with an extra fender. I, Norma Beall, will leave better luck to Jean Baker. I, Novella Dennis, will my height to Wrae whom I feel may need it. I, Bill Erwin, give my never-failing good humor, even on a rainy day, to all Juniors. I, Willis Haver, leave to Charles Leech the bus driver's seat. I, Jeanne Byrd, leave Mr. Davis in hysterics. I, Bob Roe, leave my mimeographed excuses to Dean Milburn. I, Dolores Loveless, will my dainty laugh to Martha Woodard. I, Charles Gates, bequeath my excellent penmanship to Duane Russell. 'I, Anita Castor, leave the road from Newcomerstown to California deserted. I, Jim Schlarb, will my winning way with the gals to Dale Twyman. I, John Irwin, leave the passage, The first shall be last and the last shall be first to Dick J urin. I, Josephine Galbraith, relinquish my nightly trips down the carpeted aisle of the theater to Audrey Hashman. I, Betty Hayward, bequeath my gift of gab, which leaves my class- mates' ear drums vibrating, to Bob Cappel. I, Bonnie Addy, give my membership card in the Agitators' Club Against Teachers to Elizabeth ANN Snode. I, Mae John, bequeath my good humor to Doc Warren. I, Betty Hughes, will my dreams of Italy to Gloria Ross. I, Mary J urin, leave my success in matrimony to Joan Castle. I, Joy Lou Clough, share my bookkeeping pad with anyone who can decipher it. I, Martha Patterson, bequeath my timidness to Richard Sharrock. I, John Taylor, entrust my nightly pleasures to Flip Walters and Jack Schlarb. I, Dean Neal, leave -Silence reigns! I, Evelyn De Ring, enrust my smoke filled lab. to Gene Baker. I, Dorothy Medley, will my place on the honor roll to Fern Waller. I, Bob Hannahs, leave my alertness on the basketball floor to Bernie McKay. I, Doris Fillman, relinquish my job of taking attendance to Phyllis Smythe. I, Betty Ogle, leave my seat empty as usual. I, Susan Salrin, leave my faithful attendance at all athletic events to Beryl Best. I, Joan Lindell, entrust my long energetic walks to school to Jimmy Lehman. TWENTY-FOUR

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Those attending from out of town were as follows: Misses Rhea Lou Evans and Evelyn DeRing, instructors at the Scribble Art School in Chi- cago, accompanied by Miss Geraldine Dansby, a very promising student of modern art, Misses Betty Hayward and Shirley Curby, owners of the Pull In and Fill Up restaurant in Hollow-Skull Canyon, Nevada, Mrs. Mary Jurin and husband from Montreal, Canada, who are spending a few weeks with relatives in Brooklyn, Misses Charlotte Conrad, Norma Chaney, and Grace Chapman, owners of the C. C. C. CCome, Curl, Cutel Beauty Parlor. Others present were: Misses Marie Norman and Josephine Gal- braith, proprietors of the Family Night Theater in Seattle, Mr. Jim Schlarb, who recently bought the famous Stork Club , Miss Mae John, a newly discovered star in the new production Gone With John which was produced by MGM CMason, Grey, Medleyl under the direction of Miss Novella Dennis, Mr. Duane Smith, renouned veterinary surgeon of Animals' Repair Shop , Nashville, Tennessee, accompanied by Miss Jean James who is his assistant in charge of the Poodle-Doodle Ward, Miss Beverly Dorsey, a hostess at the luxurious Hotel Marlatt of Buffalo, Coach Edwin Ray of West Point, Misses Bonnie Addy and Dolores Loveless, super- visors of the University Hospital in Columbus, Ohio, and Miss Gloria Loder, owner of the Load-her-Gun Factory. Also attending the service were: Mr. R. J . Roe, Superintendent of McKinley High School and Misses Betty Hughes and Betty Covic, teachers of Physical Education at McKinley, Miss Suzanne Lyons, psychology teacher from Boston University, and Miss Betty Ogle, founder of the Tire- some Rest Home in Akron. , The majority of those attending spent the week at the home of the fabulously rich widow Mrs. Doris Fillman Vanderbilt on Park Avenue. Doris and her friend Miss Joy Clough, a well known dress designer, plan to leave soon to spend a few weeks in Paris. Well, Hubert, this is the man part of the article. There was also the statement that the Class Will would be published in the next issue. I will write and tell you about it in my next letter. I cannot ind words to express my feelings at this sorrowful occur- rence. I know you will feel the same as I do about losing such a wonderful class. Although the Senior Class has passed on, the spirit of '47 will live on forever. Sincerely yours, Louise TWENTY THREE

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I, Shirley Curby, leave John Taylor - - alone. I, Wayne Egler, leave, still sleepy. I, Delmar Marlatt, bequeath my early morning chores to David Sarchet. I, Jean Nay, donate my muscular physique to Harry Little. I, Gloria Loader, leave my books looking as if they had never been used. I, Ed Ray, leave my success at being chosen King to any Junior boy handsome enough to achieve it. I, Pauline Willer, bequeath my make-up kit of light shades to Joanne Atkinson. I, Helen Gray, bequeath my flirtatious ways to Lillie Rector. I, Duane Smith, leave Jean Besst still waiting. I, Mary Kay Powell, leave my wit and wisdom with the Freshmen. I, Beverly Dorsey, leave the school at last. I, Norma Durben, pass on my flashy sweaters to Charlotte Coulter. I Rhea Lou Evans, donate my love for men to Mary Carol Wiandt. I, Carl Fivecoat, bequeath my agricultural mind to Don Kopes. I, Betty Mason, leave history class silent. I, Suzanne Lyons, leave the blackboard ready for a game of cats. 7 I, Fred Thompson, leave my anxiety to get to school early to Bill Thomas. I I, Gene Whyde, leave my desk full of junk for Sonny Williams to add to. I, Betty Covic, bequeath my boogy-woogy to Kenneth Patterson. I, Grace Chapman, leave my morning drive to Mary Lower. I, Jean James, will my school hours to Evelyn Gray. I, Kenneth Wolff, leave my great talent for taking tests without studying to Jack Hampton. I, Norma Chaney, relenquish my height to Luella Wilson. I, Geraldine Dansby, leave my basketball ability to Mary Baker. I, Charlotte Conrad, will my method of mid-winter vacations to June Addy. I, Betty Couts, bequeath my quiet laughter to Margaret Dayton. I, Marie Norman, leave my journalism paper blank. I, Richard Emler, pass on my job of holding up the wall in the hall to Waldon Walters. I, Gerald Liggett, leave pedestrians to the mercy of Allen Stewart. We, the Seniors of :H:102, leave Mrs. Phillips still taking attendance. We, the girls in Shortland II, leave Miss Russell still undecided. We, the Seniors of 3101, leave Mrs. George regretfully. We, the Seniors, bequeath our over-sized hats, our dignity, and our front seats in the auditorium to the Juniors. We, the Seniors, leave this reminder to the Sophomores, that they are half way over the mental obstacle course and have only two years to go. We, the Seniors, permit the Freshmen to come down off the shelf and act human. Having thus disposed of our high school possessions, we take leave of N. H. S. We shall never return as students, but we shall retrace our steps many times in memory. The class of 1947 was a grand old class and I am glad we were a part of it. Do come to see me whenever you are in New York. With love, Louise. -Dolores Loveless, Bob Roe TWENTY-FIVE