Plainville High School - Plainsman Yearbook (Mariemont, OH)

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adamant To any IiHIe mouse, my love for cheese-BeHy Doll. To Mr. Martin, my ioke bookaearl Kemper. To Yafe Deer, my dean lockermTeresu Frudianno. To Dean Kaiser, my soft voicemMarilyn Meyer. To anyone they will fit, the brigh'r red shorts I wore 'In the Junior Ploym Paul Graefer. To Yvonne Mohlman, my ability to listenmJeun Black. To Mike Coleman, my black hair-Beulah Clark. To Beity Jean Hutchinson, my demurenessWTexanna Peacock. To whoever is smart enough 1'0 grab it, my 3th bell sea? right beside the doothete Hull. To The junk pile, my Chevrolef-Paul Wardlow. To Gordon DeWeese, my charming iokes--Bud Bluckford. To Sally Constable, my peroxided bangs-Marilynn Jenkins. To Derek Hoxby, my temporary driverhs license so he can begin learning how to handle a curmJeun Bonnell. To Nancy Bailey, my haIf-kniffed socks-nLouanne Clark. To Bill McCord, my drumsmTom Payne. To Willa Pendergruf, my love of basketbalI-Carolyn Carlson. To Leroy Federle, my athletic abililmeoe Walker. To Joe Ferguson, 1he burden of being Plainvillehs tall, dark, and handn some-Rulph Sipe. To Cliff Loy, my long hair-Richdrd Fox. To. next year's moneywmukers, my business capacityF-Clyde Phillips. To anyone who can colleci if, the money I am owed-Lip Ludwig. To Gene Lenfz, my red hairmDon Lemon. To anyone who wants it, my iob of running errands for Mr. Martinm- Muitlond Clark.

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To Dorothy Blokeney, my ability to be on Iime-Jean Thompson. To Jim Potter, my year-oround raneDon Geiger. To Jim Lemon, my six fee? fwoeFred Huerkamp. To Bob Redle, my tennis racker-Dick Frey. To Hurry Ebersole, my cashmere sweater-Sclly Whitcomb. To Jean Haven, the length of my haireloe Anna Henn. To Jim and Jerry, the responsibility of carrying on the Baker traditione- George Baker. To Dick McLeish, my nickname Arch --William McLeish. To Carol Clements, my social blundegs-Jviurguret Anne Hunt. To Laura Wierwille, my name which begins with B so she won't have lo sit in the back of every classeNancy Berry. To Jay Eisenharf, my appetife-Virginic Hunfer. TQ Mary Lou Schrecongosf, my slow quk-Libby White. To Harold Kruse, my heighf-Mury Puffen. To any warm blooded person, my ieep-uJoan Tice. To Jock Breslin, my speedeJim Jordon. To Millie McArthur, my big feefeBob Summers. To Ev Spelmun, my five o'clock shadoweJim Hopeweil. To Leslie Haldeman, my cheerleading abilityeTom Roland. To David Thompson, my title of 'hCrusherhheFrank Summers. To some other baseball genius, my cafcherhs miffeJim Wiikl'nson. To Eric Vornberg, my typing abilityeEHa VuoHo. To the future senior food chairman, my co-operqfion fhreots-Lorefu Fieno. To Donna Lou Meyers, in case she wants a change, my raven +resses- Miriam Thompson. To Randall Greig, my French vocabularyeMuriun Doebele.

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746 gm; 2; I466 W626 Good afternoon, ladies and Gentlemen. Your favorite reporter, Pearl Kemper, broadcast- ing from P. H. S. Auditorium where the Class of '47 is hoiding a reunion. Many famous and iri- famous personalities are here. George Baker is sitting on the right in a loud pin-stripe suit. George has realized his ambition to be a Santa Anita Author icommonly called Bookiei. Next to him are world-travelers Nancy Berry and Jean Black. You've been seeing Jean's picture in Lifee-the daring equestrienne. Bud Blackford iust ioined them. lYou know, he's the Canadian guide who's always getting Iosti. He came into the auditorium guiding singer Jean Bonnell. We have a telegram from Carolyn Carlson. Her duties as surgical nurse prevent her being with us this afternoon. Another ar- rivaI-Beulah Clarkewho is back at P. H. S. as a teacher. i understand her students refer to her not as Miss Clark, but the old et cetera. Maitland and Louanne haventt yet arrived. Maitland's fame as a rocket ship designer is growing fast, and Louanne, you remember, is the distinguished nurse who revives a failing heart iust by taking the patients' pulse. Under the big hat is Margaret Collins. Margaret has reaiized her ambition to become a primary teacher. We wonit see linguist Marian Doebele here. She is touring France and Germany right now, on special assignment for Newsweek. We got that news from Betty Doll and Loreta Fieno, America's first women football coaches. Ah,' royalty among us! Richard Fox, whose talent for hitch-hiking has won him the title of kingl of the hoboes. That was Powers model Teresa Fradianno who came in with him. Another tele- gram . . . from Dick Frey. Dick recently judged the 1957 Miss America contest and he's still recovering from iniuries sustained at the hands of the disappointed contestants. We hardly expect Don Geiger, since his professional bas- ketball team has a game scheduled for tonight. But there's Zoe Henn, just back from SwitzerA land, telling Paul Graeter all about St. Bernard dogs. Paul's doing stiil-Iife photography these days photographing hams for Armour and Co. He's doing almost as well as Jim Hopewetl, the big soap magnate. Just entering are Fred Huer- 30 kamp, owner of America's first air theatre, and Pete Huil, who's telling Fred his sad story. It seems Pete lost his diploma the night of gradu- ation, and he's still looking for it. Doesn't Ginny Hunter look handsome! She's still working at her ambition, which is to straighten out her affairs. We hoped Marilynn Jenkins would be wearing the new slacks she designed. Theyire a real successelinx Jenkins' Jumpers. Jim Jor- don should be here soon--he's working now for Mariemont Taxi, and they're always on the way. Oh, such a cute familiar squeak! Don Lemon's voice still does that, after ten years! We wish you could see Charles Ludwig. Trying to coach iike Kusel he decided to eat like Kusel! Bill McLeish is here busily autographing pro- grams. You know he invented that sensational fountain pen that writes. It's been almost as successful as Secretary Marilyn Meyers' inven- tion, the pad for bosses' bony knees. We miss Mary Patten. As airline hostess, she has -a rigid schedule. And Tom Payne's ten-year sentence isn't up yet. Poor Tom, all he took from that hotel were matchbook covers. Here's Tex Pea- cock of comic-strip fame. Her Peacock's Pixies certainly ended Disney's career. Clyde Phillips is with his orchestra's vocaiist, Ralph Sipe. And here, supporting a huge moustache, comes Handlebar Roland. The Summers Touchdown Twins are involved in a pro football season. They sent their regrets. But we are glad to see Jean Thompson, commerciai artist, and Miriam Thompson, who finally realized her secret wish and got into a fraternity. Joan Tice is busy di' recting a new play, HThe Gasman Goeth. Etta Vuotto, popular radio rhymster, is here, and so is Police Chief Joe Walker and private dick Paul Wordlow. Sally Whitcomb has under her arm her recentiy completed portrait of the class, a gift to the school. By the way, read Libby White's column on this affair in tomorrow's newspaper. Her last and neatest bit of reporting was a news article on Jim Wilkinsonts latest baseball contract. Oh . . . no more for now. ltts time for the broadcast of Chapter Thirty- nine of John's Other Wife's Other Husbandis Wife. Until later, this is Pearl Kemper signing off for Station 50 R U.