Ottawa High School - On Ottawa Yearbook (Ottawa, OH)

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CLASS PROPHECY It's been twelve years since that dear old class of 54 has graduated from Ottawa Public. Oh! You say you're curious to hear about them? Letis move on- Remember Susie McClure? Now there is a girl who has really profited. Mak- ing a fortune after inheriting her mother's interior decorating business, Susie, herself, was the one who last year completely modemized Buckingham Palace. Susie's color scheme was always out of this world. Of course it would have to be, undertaking a job like that! The other day I splurged and bought two hats in that quaint hat shop, Le Chapeau. And who was there busily reprimanding the clerks? None other than the owner, herself, La Villa McLaughlin. La Villa told me this is her favorite pastime, when the oil business becomes dull. Some astime, I'd sayl Don't tell me you aren't sporting one of those darling, new Butcher-boy haircuts? That chic cutter of hair, Monsieur Bonaparte-Robert Agner in our day-told me himself they're the latest rage. Remember the way Bob's hair used to curl? Well, he still has some curls in front, but in back they-ve all disappeared, not only the curls, but the hairl You know yourself that nowadays haircutting presents countless problems. And have you heard about the hen that laid the golden egg? That's right, Hermiller's Hatchery has been brought before the public's eye ovemight. Karin told me the golden egg was a complete surprise and more than she and Iim could have hoped for. It seems that concerns all over the country are trying to buy the hen, but Karin, you know our Karin, said, No, not when golden eggs will bring in THAT kind of money. Professor Ronald F essler recently made the announcement to the world, that his experiment about acetic orange juice was a complete success. For years Professor F essler has been trying to get the full benefit of an orange, and thinks now that he has found what has been lacking in so many oranges-not enough flavor and too many seeds. One of the tragic events of the year was the death of Mrs. Frank Bucker, famous woman hunter. You'll remember Mrs. Bucker as Io-Ann Pargeon the girl who loved animals. But it seems the feelings weren't mutual. Trying to be playful with a tiger, Io's head came too near to his mouth. A fine girl. The President of the United States recently sent a new ambassador to Iceland. Raymond John Howe distinguished military hero, who violently-er-valiantly fought many battles for his country, has been promoted to this high appoint- ment. General Howe said that he would endeavor to uphold the prestige of the United States and would never let a frigid attitude develop between our country and Icelandf, Speaking of the President of the United States, were ou surprised to hear that Lucia Wootton is the presidential candidate of the Wflig Party? All through her high school days, it was Lucia who knew her govemment. Now we see her ability to rattle off dates and amendments is bringing results. Down deep we always knew that someday Lucia would run our country. Iim sure you all recall that little girl who sat in the back of the stud! hall, quietly studying her text. It must have payed off, for Shirley Frey, note liter- ary writer was announced the winner of the Nobel Prize. Her School Day Memories was universally praised by literary critics, as an outstanding con- tribution to the field of literature. Her picture can be seen in leading magazines everywhere. I hope that Joyce Gulker has not been forgotten, you'll remember her as the girl who bravely volunteered to be her doctor husband's guinea pig in his first operation. Allen said the operation was of an extremely delicate nature and not just anyone could be used. For what other earthly reason would doctors marry? It's been said that to this day, Ioyce has not fully recovered from the effects of the anesthetic. Of course you remember Sue Pierman, Miss Putnam County of 1958. No, she didn't go on to become Miss Universe but just the other day I read in the Poultry Journal that she is reigning as Miss Slick Chick of 1966. She resides on a lovely farm just north of Cilboa where she is very busily raising little Dukes . . . er, I mean ducks. -21-

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CLASS HISTORY On a September morning of 1942 several timid children strolled slowly up the long walk in front of the East School Building on their way to their first day of school. VVhen we arrived that morning Miss McDowell calmed our fears. She guided us for the Erst two years of the adventure in school. Of the group that took that walk only Sue Pierman, Joyce Culker, Karin Frey, Shirley Frey, Susie McClure, and Ronnie Fessler spent their twelve school years at Ottawa Public. jo-Ann Pargeon joined our class in the second grade. The third grade was just as exciting as the first two. This year these boys and girls, two years older now, attended the West Building. Here we learned such useful things as writing, reading, multiplication, history, English, and geography. Our third grade teacher was Mrs. Koehl. In the fourth grade our class was divided for the first and last time. Part remained in Mrs. Koehl's room while part went into Miss Hitchcock,s room. That year Bob Agner and La Villa McLaughlin joined our ranks. The next year we were together again. Mrs. Gulker taught us in the fifth grade. That was also the year Lucia Wootton became a member of our class. By 1948 we were sixth graders. This was the year we moved from the West Building to the East Building. At the halfway point in our school lives we numbered twenty. Mrs. Schaefer was our home room teacher while Miss Thrapp taught us two subjects. That year we got our first taste of study halls and moving from class to class. From this time on we were treated more or less as high school students. In the seventh grade our home room teacher was Miss Thrapp. From this point on we had several teachers each year and I will only record the home room teacher. This year our curriculum broadened. Some of the boys played on the junior high basketball team. In the eigth grade our teacher was Mr. Wheaton and our home room was the study hall. That year john Howe added his name to our class roll. This year too, members of the class sang in the junior high boys', girls' and mixed choruses. At the end of that year we numbered twenty-one. Eleven remained with us to be graduated. The year 1951 we were finally greenies . Now we chose our subjects and branched out into the various fields of leaming. In high school our class entered the various fields of activity such as speech and dramatics, vocal music and band, the school newspaper, athletics, the student council, and clubs. We were outstanding, if we may boast a little, in speech, dramatics and music. Our home room teacher was Miss Fitzgerald. In our sophomore year some of us served on the annual staff. The experience gained there helped us this year. The home room teacher was Mr. Quaintance. Our junior year was one of our biggest. That year we had charge of the concession stand at the basketball games. Our class play, Three Blind Dates , was a big success. This year we worked on our prom. Its theme was Deep Purple . The orchestra was that of Hank Armentrout of Lima. Our teacher was Miss Stauffer. The big year finally arrived. We're seniors now and it's like sitting on top of the world. Although no annual was published in 1953 we are cpublishing one now. Again this year as in the past three, the seniors are con ucting an Easter chapel. We also presented a class play entitled Drums of Death . Our home room teachers are Miss Stauffer and Mr. Quaintance. I think the day I'll remember longest is commencement day. As I received my diploma, my mind drifted back to the September day when the shy first graders filed into school. These twelve years have gone fast for us seniors- too fast maybe-but they have been twelve happy ones. For this we seniors wish to thank our parents, our teachers, and our friends. C0mPlim9f't-9 vf Compliments of GILIQA GARAGE - - HARRY WEAVER Gilboa, 0hi0

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CLASS WILL I, dJohn Howe, being of comparatively soun mind and body fwhen compared to Fesslerj, do will all my clothes to anyone who promises to hang them up fcarefull you clumsy dolt of a peasant, you're wrink- ling the materiallj also my cud of gum in a certain senior cubby-hole goes to Skip Mason. It was willed to me by Bud Smith, who inherited it from Bill Pope, who got it from Chuck McClure to whom it was willed by Don Remick. I, Susie McClure, being of sound mind f?J, do will my height to Bob Perky fhe needs itJ, my ability to talk, to Nan Mil- lager, my temper to anyone who is unlucky enough to get it, and last, but not least, my ability to do the can-can at the parties, to Jim Klinger. I, Shirley Frey, a member of the senior class of Ottawa High School, being of sound mind and body, do hereby make my last will and testament. I will my editor,s job to someone of the junior class who will be elected, my pen, pencils, and books to anyone who likes to work, my place in band, as drummer, to Richard Mason, my late hours to my sister, Patricia, and my Effort to study, to those who don't care to o so. I, Joyce Gulker, being of sound mind, do hereby will my second love, that of music, to Phyllis Kibsgard. To Nanette Mil- lager I leave my antiquated lab apron and ability to use a fire extinguisher in the lab, and to Don Cox, my unholy habit of bor- rowing pencils. Finally, I wish to bequeath my carved up desk in the rear of the study hall to posterity. I, Robert Agner, will my pencils to Billy Stover, my grade card to Skip Mason, my desk goes to Larry Agner, to my kid brother, Rusty, I leave my Merriam-Web- ster pocket dictionary. I, Sue Pierman, being of sound mind, will my ability to be late consistently for important meetings to Ann Foster. I leave -22- my incessant laughter to Sara Wilkinson and my ability to carry a conversation to Nancy Howe. I will my love for picking up stray pencils to Joyce Blossom and last, but not least, I will my ability to drive a car with maniacal speed to Raymond Coleson. I, Karin Frey, will my pianistic abilities and curly hair to my niece, Linda, my job as treasurer to anyone who loves money as much as I do, and my microscopic glas- ses to the person who has weaker eyes than I do. CGod help that poor individuallJ I, Lucia Wootton, being of sound mind UD, do hereby will my BRAINS UQ, to whoever wants them, my ability to crack gum, to Shelby McAllaster, the pencils I have had during my four years of high school to the persons who have found them, my dictionary to Don Cox, my seat to any- one who can fill it, and my ambition to work on the paper to whoever lacks it. I, Jo-Ann Pargeon, a happy-go-lucky senior, will my calm', temper to Sara Wilkinson, some locks of my yellow and red striped hair to Joyce Kerner, my favor- ite friend in high school, my yelling at the basketball games, to my sister, Phyllis, my cheerleading, to my sister, Judy. I will my light blue blouse and baby-blue eyes to Anne Light. I, La Villa McLaughlin, being of sound mind, do hereby will my desk in home room to some quiet girl, my ability to lose papers and pencils to Joyce Blossom, my willingness to argue to Joanne Brennan, my great desire to snitch food in Home Ec. to Ella Cox, and I will about four inches of my width to Sara Wilkinson. I, Ronald Fessler, will my books and pencils to my sister Janice, the gum under- neath my desk to Billy Stover, my desk to anyone who wants it, my job as Student Council President to some junior, and my sousaphone to some unlucky band hope- ful. fMay he have a good back.J