Ottawa Hills High School - Mesasa Yearbook (Ottawa Hills, OH)

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x fr KINDERGARTEN KLUB ... Left lo Riglzlz Ann Goshia, Joan Duliois, Esther Lucke, Carolyn Pfaender, Frances Little, Nancy Ralph. CLASS HISTORY .. . The class of 1949, as no other class before it, has left its notable imprint on the pages of the Ottawa Hills chronicle. For thirteen long and IC1HP6StL1Ol1S years the various lnenibers of this ex- ceptional class have gone their merry way, teachers and parents H0fW'll.l'1SI2lYlCllllgjl'lll1'tl1C1'l1101'C, they promise to continue this record, and few are those who doubt that they willf Let us look back through the pages of the saga of the forty-ninersf' Page l-Eight well-scrubbed and fastidiously outfitted cherubs began their thirteen year term in the big house. Little Nancy Ralph and Joanie DuBois failed to settle their year-long dispute as to who owned all the books in the kindergarten room. The boys were able to win but one of nineteen fights with the girls. YVith clothes bedraggled, faces filthy, and pigtails Cut-off, the class was let out for summer, much to the relief of Mrs. Thompson, our kindergarten teacher. Pages 2 and 3-The rapidly growing class spent three relatively uneventful years soaking up the four R's freadinl, ritin', 'rithn1etic:, and rascalityj in the first, second, and third grades. By the end of the third grade, the boys were able to win at least half of the fights with the girls. 29

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CHARLES MARTIN VINCENT Marty . . . Gay Lothario . . . That reminds me . . His remarks are priceless. He's as bad as the best of us. DeVilbiss High School l5 Basketball 2, 35 Hi-Y 2, 3, 45 Mixed Chorus 35 Boys' Chorus 2, 35 Mesasa 45 Spanish Club 35 Latin Club 25 Play 2, 3, 4. M 5. ,J , ' 5 ff' D , ,X f A f - ,f SHIRLEY ELIZABETH YVALBRI DGE Shirl . . . Math class martyr . . . I mean . . Scintillziting sougstress . . . 'WVe are content to follow where you lead G.R. 2, 3, 45 GA.,-X. l, 2, 3, 45 Mixed Chorus 2, 3, 45 Girls' Chorus 25 Ensembles 45 Class president 45 Mesasa 45 Latin Club I, 2, 35 French Club 35 Play 2, 3, 45 Library Staff 3. KIOHN MILLARD WEBB jay . . . S.P.E.B.S.Q.A.ite . . . Cage cavorter . . . placid punster . . . My heart is sentiinentally disposed to har- 1nony. Basketball 2, 3, co-captain 45 Hi-Y 2, 3, 45 Mixed Chorus 2, 3, 45 Boys' Chorus 2, 45 Ensembles 3, 45 Quartet 45 Class president 35 Athletic Board 35 Latin Club 1, 25 Play 25 Tennis 2, 3, 45 Student Council l. 28

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Page 4-Fourth grade. The girls at last learned that boys could be used for better things than just targets for Alice and jerry readers. Not being aggressive, merely go-getting, they de- veloped the practice of snatching up the nearest boy and soundly bussing him Qwhen Mrs. Harr was out of the room, of Coursey Mrs. Harr soon discovered these extra-curricular activities and rebuked the group by saying that it was developing unsanitary habitsg nevertheless, the girls are still go-getters. Page 5-ln the fifth grade the boys began developing their marvelous athletic tendencies, which have resulted in a grand total of one senior boy on the football team and two senior boys on the basketball team. At least, here the boys learned to play speedball well out of the range of Mrs. Beachler's recess-closing whistle. Page 6-Sixth grade. This was the year all began to think that riding bikes to school and playing on the bars were childish. The boys, strangely enough, again became the object of all female disgust. This time, however, they did not take their attacks lying down, and they retaliated with the newly-invented waterbombs and with well-directed pebbles which had so generously been provided in the playground. 1 Page 7-W'ho will ever forget the happy days we spent with Miss Bartholomew in the seventh grade? Certainly, Miss Bartholomew won'tl This year our dramatic talents first blossomed forth with that epic concerning Mr. Flumdetter's Drug Emporium and Soda Fountain. Remember? Page 8-Eighth grade. This was the.,year of the famous variety show featuring the Diamond Band, replete with hundred carat diamond stickpins, black bow-ties, white waiters' coats, and dis- cordant harmony fwe use the term looselyj. Miss McPhail never realized their theme song was the Strip Polka. Page 9-Ninth grade. At last the administration had seen the light, and the girls were separ- ated from the boys-this to the delight of many freshmen, but to the consternation of many more. As new members of the high school, the forty-niners were greener than the shamrock. This they soon overcame by entering into such typical high school maneuvers as locking Pete Glann in the core room closet and generally playing havoc with the futile faculty attempts at class edifi- cation. Also, this was the year that Miss Zaugg's wooden pointer was broken by a mysterious and unnamed culprit. Page 10-During the sophomore year many of the girls came to the sudden realization that there were other schools besides O. H. H. S., particularly Scott and DeVilbiss. The outlook of many was broadened during this eventful year. The original, never-to-be-forgotten speech class skit was well executed by the ever clever sophomores, and despite the tears of the audience, Smiling Through was a great dramatic hit in the eyes of the participants. Page ll-The girls devoted their junior year to the school-for the most part, to the senior class. Levis' basement became first stop on everyone's itinerary. Many were the quickly broken and even more quickly mended hearts, for this was the year of going steady. See the 1948 Mesasa for a more thorough review of this all-important year in the lives of the forty-niners. And now we have arrived at a page on which the historian's task is not yet complete. Most of the senior year has been taken up with frantic efforts toward getting into college without working too hard on senior academics. Remaining time has been divided among such diversions as the religiously-observed T.G.I.T. QThank God It's Tuesdayj parties, some newly-learned party games Qnotably snuff j, short-lived schemes for school-wide revolution, and the presentation of the farcial play What I1 Life. We leave the graduating class reminiscing about the smiles, tears, laughs, sorrows, disappointments, and successes of an eventful thirteen years. Long live the forty- niners! May their bones forever rest in tumult. 30