Plainville High School - Plainsman Yearbook (Mariemont, OH)

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amt 7wmment To anyone who thinks he's big enough to take it from me, my H'I-Y pin-June Hannaford. To Harold Kruse, my doublewjointed toesmPc-t Herdtner. To the person who regularly carves on the desks in 315, my long fingernails-h- Evelyn Hill. To Frank Ruddle, my boss fiddle, and I hope you can reach the topFGlenn Horne. To someone who knows how to use it, my suntompyPct Hughes. To Charles Miller, my creaking basso-Bill Keown. To Betty Jean Hutchinson, my charming New England accent-Dick Mappes. To anyone who knows what it means, my desire to be a clinical pathologist- June Morkey. To Russ Heckel, my girlshy attitudemTom Marx. To Pete Hull, my toothbrush to polish his shoesmMorilyn Mills. To Carl, my inch-long eyelashes to sweep up the hallsmBibsi Mueller. To Eddie Crain, my many and varied t'1idst'mGeorge Metz. To Bob Summers, my practice basketball punts, tape and uIl-Ston McCracken. To the costume wardrobe, my villuinis eyebrowstoe McGowan. To the junkpile, my old car Ht, where it should have been long ago-Bob McGuire. To George Baker, my unruly shock of huir--Ed Parks. To Frisch's, my car-to-car personalitymWilma Raleigh. To next years money makers, my never-failing smileyNorma Summons. Behind, my nicknames, ChIOye, Cleo, and CedriCmChloe Schmidt. To the next poor devil, my skill in managing the carnival, Mina Shumway. To Ralph Sipe, my referee's whistle to add to his ownm-Carolyn Simons. To Joan Tice, my sleeveless, buttonless blouses, which she wouldntt wear any- wuy-Pat Simpson. To Barbara Hanaford, my cheerleading tightsmBarbara Spefman. Nothing. Nobody ever left me anythingthGerry Storch. To Dave Taylor, my casual attiremSonny Tiberghein. To Mr. Martin, my Giacier Springs distilled water to save a lot of trouble- Dotty Uvuas. To Jim Baker, my elbowless cashmeremLois Weingartner. To the art room, my cartoons--Ed Wilkinson. To George Kopp, my Navy experiences to support his talesm-Don Winder. To Jim Potter, my gigglemMary June Wood. 41

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4m: 70666 We, the undersigned, members of the Plainville High School graduating class of 1946, being of sound mind and memory, and about to leave the honorable station of seniors in high school to later upperclussmen, do bequeath to afore- mentioned upperclassmen the attributes which have made us great. Therefore, we do will and bequeath: Item IeTo the Senior Class of 1947-we give: ROOm three hundred and ten, our reverenced hull of fame, where, from choir to chair, our names may be read. Treat it kindly, 1947, that all senior classes may know their ioys and sorrows in it also. Our many, many college bulletins with wisdom to inspect and select. An annual as successful as we hope this one will be. Our dear Miss Keegan and our dear Mr. Martin, without whose wisdom and guidance the success of our senior year would have been impossible. Item lleWe do further respectfully lhecve: To Gordon DeWeese, my knowledge of farmingePdtty Anderson. To lucie Miller, my feet to help carry her many burdenseBtll Adkins. To Mary Patten, my Tennessee train ticketeBill Anthony. To Bob Oukes, my poiseeDotty Boinum. To Benny Cohee, my haircurlersePhil Banks. To Don Lemon, my red hatreEugene Bauer. T0 Phyllis Williams, my constancy in matters of loveeCharlotte Bldttmun. At home, my letterse-Jeanne Browning. To the already overcrowded trophy case, my tennis trophieSaJane Buckmuster. To Miss Keegan, my artistic ability to make her blackboard illustrations iust a little cleareRuth Calvert. To Jeanne Bonnell, my cameI-walke-Mary Cappa. To Charles Huzenfietd, my typing speed, and does he need me Kathleen Delaney. To Tom Roland, my never-shom beard-Duane DeWeese. The precedent established by my knock-kneed portrayal of Clarenceelaird Durham. To John Thompson, my desire to be a ministereDon Ferns. To anyone who needs it, my milk of mcgnesia-r-Murygene Francisco. To Frank Summers, my temper-Ben Fite. To Don Geiger, my basketball abilityleJanet Gilbert. To the senior class of 1947, the one left-over unnuolrlohn Gilbert. 40

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Ladies and gentiemen, this is Gerry Storch, your favorite commentator, talking to you over my wolkie-talkie from the steps of the new ultra-modern institute of learning, Mariemont High School. Today it is to be dedicated to the youth of Greater Mariemont, that portion of southern Ohio formerly referred to us Greater Cincinnati. This school is the latest thing in modern archi- tecture. One of its nicer features is the science department's rocket runway on the roof. This will be used by students of astronomy for field trips to the different points of interest in the universe. The classrooms are complete with overstuffed chairs and CocaaCoia machines, while the lounges at the ends of the halt on each of the Five floors are equipped with pool tables, iuke boxes, and cots for those sleepy students who are of the schoot of thought that he who puts oft studying until tomorrow will have a terrific time tonight. The guests of honor at the dedication are the members of the Class of '46, whose gifts and efforts are largely responsible for the establish- ment of this impressive edifice. Some of the mem- bers of the class are here around me, and never have I been a port of so distinguished a company. To my right stands the Reverend Mr. Donaid John Ferns, assistant pastor of the Mariemont Community Church, who has iust opened the ceremonies. I understand that there will be a slight delay until our speaker arrives, so I'll point out to you some of the persons of importance who are with us today. Over under the beech tree stands Duane DeWeese lwho made a fortune on his prize Aberdeen Angus cattlei talking to competitor Barbara Spelman. He is gloating over the fact that one of his bulls was International Grand Champion over her Hereford entry. Gazing nonchalantly at the school he so richly endowed is Ben Fite, the muiti-millionaire. I see that he is now comparing bunkbooks with Bibsi Mueller, another donor. She is still collect- ing royalty on her best-seller, Spanish Puns. Bustling around to be sure everything is under control is Ruth Calvert, Mariemont's first woman 42 66444 mayor. Right now she is discussing with Judge of Police Court Gene Bauer the advisability of releasing tor the dedication their most hopeless hobo, Phil Banks. Phil, it seems, went completely berserk trying to get atoms back together. Feverishly taking notes for her New York Times feature, My Day, is June Eleanor Markey. Now she is rushing off to type up her column, at! but knocking down Slick Dick Moppes. He is talking to Honest John Gilbert, his opponent for the office of mayor of New York. Slick Dick is bound to be defeated, for he kisses the babies, while Honest John goes him one better by kissing the babes. Ladies and gentlemen, there is a terrible com- motion in the street. From my point of vantage here on the steps I can now see that it is caused by Jane Buckmuster, on her white charger, rac- ing Dottie Bainum of the Moriemont Taxi Serv- ice, But poor Jane iust doesn't have a chance. On closer examination I see five skulls and crossbones painted on the side of the cab. The fifth makes Dottie the ace of her company. The door of the cab is opening, and out iump so- ciolites Evelyn Hill, Jeanne Browning, and Pat Herdtner, sighing with relief that their harrow- ing ride is over. Now I'll take you on a tour of the building. As I enter the main lobby I encounter an imu pressive oil portrait of Edgar Parks, the current president of the school board. As i look to the end of the peted corridor, I see one of the many beautie fully decorated lounges. These were planned by the firm of Hannaford and Weingartner, Inn terior Decorators. Here comes Bili Keown, ionitor and philo- mcxgnificently car- sopher, sweeping up the paper napkins around Wilma's Wonderful Weiner Stand, Wilma Ra- leigh, proprietor. Wilma hos confided in me that she is trying to get control of the soda fountain business on the third floor. Just across the hall from the hot dog stand is the girls' athletic oftice. Coach Janet Gilbert is giving a talk to the interested spectators on how to play guard in girls' basketball. But I must move on to tell you more about the school. Stewardess Norma Summons is the school's elevator operator. Her training with American at; '46