Plainville High School - Plainsman Yearbook (Mariemont, OH)

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Class Prophecy Slowly I sat up. I rubbed my eyes and drowsily rose to my feet. fButch, my dog, and I had been walking all afternoon and, having wandered down the little country lane, I became sleepy and lay on the cool grass beside a murmuring stream, the babbling of which lulled me to sleepy Suddenly my eyes caught sight of a poster on a tree. It read in 'lboxfcarl' letters 'LCROHURST FOR PRESIDENT, 195O,'! I was astounded!! Was it possible that my short nap had lasted for ten years? Bewildered, I looked around. Was someone playing a joke? I walked until I came to a farmhouse, where I called for a taxi to carry me back to Cincinnati. To my astonishment, a familiar figure climbed out lazily. It was little Walter Wendell Wyatt, now a dashing taxifcab driver. Reminiscing, I soon reached the city. Feeling slightly hungry after my Van Winklef like nap, I entered Hotel Gibson, and was waited upon by a former classmate, Elinor Rea. After dinner, Walter agreed to drive me around town. Careening madly down the street, I saw a sign on the Shubert Theater advertising foy Arnette-l'The Hottest fitter' bug This Side of New York. We stopped at the corner of Fifth and Main and bought an evening paper edited by Dorothy Knoeppel. On the women,s fashion page under an exotic creation I saw the name of Anne Alexander. Turning the page I saw news of the famous movie actress, Evelyn Anglin. It is rumored that on her return she is going to wed in Conf necticut in the home of William Kelley, famous fustice of the Peace. The headlines screamed the remarkable record breaking of Charles Cutler in crossfcountry running. To end my evening, I decided to go to Beverly Hills Country Club where fohnny Van Pelt's HRacketeersH were featured. fust as I was about to enter the door, I jumped back. The flying pgure of Dick Blackburn, now a professional panfhandler, landed at my feet. The satisfied smile of Ruth fRufusj Hines, who seems to be proud of the neat job she has done as 'Llady bouncerfl greeted me. Congratulations followed and I entered the club. My evening wrap was checked with the hatfcheck girl, Llfean Thompson. A tip of three cents was graciously received, and I tripped gracefully-but softly-into the club. Happyfgoflucky Ancil Smith, now a famous Kentucky Colonel, was throwing a party. The featured 'LRacketeer is bashful, blushing, blond Dave Uhling swinging out on his accordion. After a very enjoyable evening, I decided to continue my trip the next day. Next morning I snatched a hurried breakfast and once more climbed into W. W. W.'s nonchalant, nervefracking taxi cab. While passing Plainville High, A'CabbyH told me that Dot Gieseke is now engaged as a teacher in English-a successor to Miss Brown. X Page twe ty XX X

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WRX taxis Waahmwasb We, the Class of 1940, having reached the end of our high school career, being of sound body and of sane mind and memory, do make, publish, and decree this to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking and making void all other testimonial writings by us heretofore made. FIRST: We give and bequeath to the school all our poor and unfinished subjects. We give and bequeath to the janitors the dust from our heels. We give and bequeath to Mr. Beeson more helpful Seniors like the Class of 1940! SECOND: We give and bequeath to the teachers: To Mr. Phillips-a more wide awake American History class than the one of 1940. To Miss Birksgmore bright boys in her Home Economics classes. To Miss Haggard-junior librarians to replace the excellent Senior librarians. To Miss Kecklygbest wishes for another successful year with fewer unruly students. To Miss Hiedkamp--a twig of forgetfmefnots, by which to remember the Seniors. To Miss Laird-the wish for a wedding ring on condition that we help tie the knot. To Miss Brown and Miss Wingert-all the love and blessings they may want. To Mr. McNeil-our physique and technique for the future Varsity vs. Teachers To Miss Wagg-a Big Ben stop watch for timing Philip Illieis tests. To Mr. Kusel-more girls' Industrial Arts Classes. To Mr. Breitenstein-more ability to teach girls' gym classes. To Mr. McDaniel-more games of 'ARun sheepy, Gof' To Mr. Wyatt-our biology instructor, the strip of cinder land in the rear of the school for the cultivation of botany specimens. To Mr. Martin-several live wires to liven his Commercial Geography classes. To Mr. Britton-a band that keeps in time with his baton. To Mr. Prickett-more wide awake science classes. THIRD: We give and bequeath to the following individuals: The friendship of Garnet Spaninger and Delores Dutton to Louie Mae Leaf and Ruby Henizeg and Ruth Gieger and Leah Stein. Ann Alexander's artistic ability to George Klopp and jean Bolanger. L'jean Thompsonls inspirations to George Kuhn and Ruby Hall. Phil Phelps and Ruth Hines' natural curly hair to Franklin Federle and Betty Morse. Evelyn Anglinls ability to flirt to Gracie Koewn, not that she needs it. Frances Bingham's mathematic ability to Alfred Wilce and Bob Wieland. j Ray Heashe's ability to talk to Sophomore girls to Dick Carmell and Gene Meese. Bill Welch's blond hair to Betty Riehle and Helen Miller. Alyce Ruth Hunt's farfaway look to Dorothea Lockhart and john Schockey. Dot Gieseke's and Peggy Crenshaw's pep to Betty Williams and Bill Brown. Nan Sherman's speechfmaking ability to Walter Webb and Billy Towles. Dave Uhling's blushing and bashfulness to Catherine Wedding and Bill Goebel. Lola Mae Kaiserls and Harry Crohurst's quietness to Betty Maerki and Bob Bennet. Bill Kelley's romantic ability to Stu jacobs and Charles Miller. Dick Blackburn's and Tom Miller's baseball ability to Russell jordan and Roland Cox. Dot Knoeppel's and joy Arnette's sophistication to Carol Bransford and Gene Phillips. Charles Cutler's salesmanship ability to Ray Paulson and Geneva Gorgev. Elinor Rea's giggles to Betty Willey and Marian Maphet. john Van Pelt's haircuts to Susan Gallagher and Carl Scheuer. jack Ray's and Bill Lindeberg's fifth year ability to whoever needs it. We hereby constitute and appoint the High School junior Class sole executor of this, our last will and testament. . ' In Witness Whereof, We, the Class of 1940, the testators, have to this will set our hand and seal, this twelfth day of june, A. D. 1940. THE SENIOR CLASS.

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Across the road is a neat little bungalow-where Alyce Ruth Hunt and her husband live. With a jerk the taxi stopped suddenly. Walt explained that he would have to call a wrecker to administer repairs. He told me that lack Ray and Bill Lindeberg were running a firstfclass hospital for injured cars. A circus across the street furnished amusement while the car was being repaired. Whom should I see but Phil Phelps in uniform of West Point, strolling around the circus grounds. The voice of Bill Welch Qnow a barkerb rivaled that of the tobacco auctioneer. I walked down the midway until the barker drew my attention to Madam C. All, the mysterif ous mistress of the mystic world. I asked her what the future held for me. The veiled woman, who was none other than our old friend, Delores Dutton, gazed into her crystal ball and told me where some of my former associates were. The Madame said that Nan Sherman had now become a famous writer. Her latest book was 'AA Cure for Spring Fever. Frances Bingham was now a nurse fighting a flu epidemic out West. Peggy Crenshaw was making a tour of the concert stage now singing at Moscow, Russia. She was said to be a 'Khowling success. From the mystic realm I meandered down the midway between colorful tents. Sud' denly a tall, brightffaced young man stepped up to me and held a portable mike in front of my face. He directed a rapid fre of questions, which I dazedly tried to answer. The questioner was a sidew.alk snooper, Tom Miller. He awarded me my miniature Bumpy Bustle, advertised by the Bumpy Bustle Firm in Cincinnati, and I continued on my way. The taxi was ready at last. I journeyed back to the city intending to look for the firm of Bumpy Bustles, Inc. To my surprise, Ray Heashe was the president and Paul Bay, vice' president. Paul told me that Garnet Spaninger was his very efficient private secretary. I They informed me that business was good. Q Glancing out of the window, I was amazed to see a frightful face glaring at me from a signboard. Underneath were the words A'Try Our Fearful, Ferocious Falsefaces Today -Lola Kaiser, President, Manager and Director of Fearful, F erocious Falsefaces, Inc. Wearily I rode back to my hotel thinking over the events of my past two days. I conf cluded that Life really did begin in '4O! RUTH HINES LUIEAN THOMPSON DELORES DUTTON X ff Page twentyfone X 3 i