Nova High School - Trojan Yearbook (Nova, OH)

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...g..m.......' -- SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY April 25, 1950 New York. N. Y. Dear Diarv, Well, it has been four years since thirteen happy-go-1ucky-big- shots left N.H.S. to do their bit for society. Since that time I have seen only three members of my graduating class. Last New Year's Eve. I was to a party with my spouse, and I noticed a group of ladies huddled around someone. All of a sudden I got a look at this someone and found to my surprise that it was Bob Patton. Later I talked with Bob and he informed me he isan. instruct:- or in Agriculture at one of New York's most progressive schools.. Sunday, as I was dining at the Waldorf Astoris a tall blonde walk- ed up to me and spoke my name. I looked at her for a mornent and suddenly realized it was none other than Rita Kostecki. She sat down and proceeded to tell me all about herself. I was glad to learn that Rita had finally reached her life-long ambition, an actress. She said she was in New York for a rest. While we were talking the lights were dimmed and the orchestra began playing a smooth dreamy tune. We settled back comfortably in our seats, looked toward the stage and were amazed to see Lucinda Rickett standing by the mike with her be- loved violin. She has won world-wide recognition as Lucinda and Her Magic Violin. Later we went backstage and had a chat with Lucy. She is happily married and has two children. April 25, 1951 Dear Diary, e Itmeenorie year since I've fvritten you anything concerning our class but I have been as busy as a beel My husband inherited a ranch here in Oklahoma and there is so muchlto do. I received a telephone call yesterday from another classmate--- the former Margaret Akers. She would not disclose her new name. I understand she is married but she would not talk on the subject. She told me she has become an instructor of gymnastics at the Y.W.C.A. We had a luncheon date the following day and she told me Catherine Bowersock has written her aletter announcing her marriage: Catherine surely fooled our class. We expected that to happen long ago but one never knows. Margaret couldn't remember the name of the husband- to-be. i This afternoon my doorbell rang and who should be standing there but Admiral and Mrs. McBride and their freckle-faced Apprentice

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----- - seamen. I asked them in and we proceeded to talk over old times. Guinevere informed me she had become a licensed beauty-operator since graduation. May 24-, 1951 Dear Diary, Well, five years ago today a very important thing happened in the lives of thirteen members of N.H.S. How time flies! Tonight my husband and I decided to have lunch at some secluded place. We took a taxi and to my surprise I found the driver to be none other than Vernon Keith. He told me he had been in the air corps for three years but decided to give it up and concentrate on something else for his career. He advised some eating place he knew about and said I was in for a surprise. He drove up to the corner of Spring and Suxnmer Street and we invited him in to eat with us but he declined, saying he had other plans. The name of the Restaurant was Gertie's Place. We walked into a seemingly quiet place. After we were seated I heard someone running and calling me by my old nick-name. I glanced up and found the head waitress to be none other than Gertrude Simon. She slipped away and promised me a surprise. I certainly was surprised too, for when she came back who should be with her but another classmate, Jean Kramer. jean is Gertrude's assistant manager. She informed me she was married and is very happy. She left shortly, promising to visit us soon. Gertrude said they were planning on setting up a larger business together. We left but not until Gertrude promised us she would visit us. Before we parted she happily announced her plans for marriage. I certainly had had enough surprises for one day. May 25, 1951 Dear Diary. I thought I would get to sleep this morning but I was awakened by the door bell. Who should be standing there but a fuller-brush salesman. I thought he looked familiar and then he spoke. It was none other than Ronald Mamula. It seems that he ran away with his father's money and no one would hire him so he decided to sell Fiiller appliances since he could always woo and win the women. I thought he looked like he had been his own cook for awhile so l asked him to stay for dinner. All morning long we thrashed out the class of 1946. It seems that Ronald ran into Frances Smith on the street in Wisconsin. She is a little dairy-maid now and she loves her work. Ronald says she was married to a boxer but he got clipped so she is enjoying her freedom. She has a set of twins-fgirlsj