Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, OH)

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eniot 61444 ptopieay After warning the passengers to fasten their safety belts, I returned to the rear of the plane to dream of my two free days in New York City. I enioyed my job as hostess but I enioyed more my days off in between flights. Lpon arriving in New York City, I made plans to attend the opera. Looking over my clothes, I decided I needed a new evening gown, so out I went to buy a new one. While walking down 5th Avenue l spied a dress in the window of an exclusive dress shop that I liked very much. But inside the saleslady refused to take it out of the window. So I insisted upon seeing the manager. The manager land owner, as I later found outl was Jeannette Bettac. She asked my plans for the evening. When I said that I was going to attend the opera, she advised me to see Aida which was featuring Janet Smith and Nelson Roberts. Janet and Nelson had come up fast in the entertain- ment field, and were the favorites in Metropolitan Opera. Jeannette also advised me to see the stage production of Love ls Eternal , in which Howard Compton had the role of Abraham Lin- coln. After my two wonderful days were over, I reported back to the airport. This time my flight went to Washington D.C. Having heard that Carol Cobb was working as Private Secretary to the President, I decided to go see her. She had an appointment to go to a beautician, so she in- vited me to go along. The beautician was Alice Mumea. Vlhile Alice was busy with Carol Ann, I settled down in an easy chair to relax with the morning paper. I lazily turned pages until this headline caught my eye, Senators lose again, as Fox leads Indians to victory. Reading farther I found that it was John Fox, who was now playing his 5th year of ball with the Indians. That evening, while having dinner, I kept staring at a couple at the next table. There was something familiar about those two. In leaving, I walked past their table, and the girl sudden- ly gave out with a laugh. I stopped dead in my tracks, because that laugh, I will never forget. Going back to their table, I found indeed, Nancy Barbour and Kent Knaus. Nancy said that she was in 'Washington as the representative of the Ohio 4-H. Kent had iust been appointed Secretary of Agriculture. Arriving back at the airport, I was thrilled to know that my next flight went to South America. On my day off, I rented a car and started driving around. After driving for a few miles, my way was obstructed by a crowd of people. I impatiently honked the horn and shouted for them to move. Two angry missionaries pushed their way through the crowd and were ready to tell me off, when they recognized me. Here in this obscure place were Marilyn Fisher and Otis Port. On the way back to the states my plane was grounded on a tiny island in the Caribbean Sea. In order to get us immediately back to the states, they chartered a Navy cruiser. This being my first cruise, I became sea sick. The lady whose room I shared advised me to go to the ship's doctor. After entering the office, I decided I wasn't sick anymore, so I turned to leave. Before I reached the door, iron hands gripped me and a voice said, Hello Babee . I turned, 0St0niSl1ed, to look into the face of Jim Brown, uniform and all. He hadn 't been able to avoid the Navy after all. He gave me some pills and said I could wait and see Betty Reed, his nurse, if I wished. 29

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.fienfot eff!! Wiff We, the class of l955, pending further examination of our lie detector charts and assuming that our psycho-analysis graphs are balanced, do herein publish our last will and testament. With same publication, we declare any other such documents null and void. FIRST: To the coming seniors, we leave our old classroom toys , bobby pins, and whistles. SECOND: To the coming iuniors, we leave all the used orange crates in our lockers. THIRD: To the coming sophomores, we leave our excellent attendance record. FOURTH: To the coming freshmen, we leave nothing in the hope that they may do better than we have FIFTH: To the faculty, we leave the used, dried-up gum under the seats and desks. SIXTH: To the Board of Education, we leave our lost blue excuse slips. SEVENTH: To the mice of P. H. S. , we leave the popcorn and sweets in our concession stands. l, Nancy Barbour, clo bequeath my position on the girls' basketball team to Sally Barbour. I, Jeannette Bettac, do bequeath my alto voice to the mixed chorus. I, Dorothy Binion, clo bequeath my shortness to Mr. Kreutzfeld. I, James Brown, do bequeath my little black book to Jack McOuate, who needs it. I, Carol Cobb, do bequeath my last name to whomever wants it. lt's too corny for me. I, Pat Chronister, do bequeath my position as a senior to Rose Fenner. l, Howard Compton, do bequeath my slow driving to Bob Stroup. I, Carol Jo Cunningham, do bequeath my ability to get along with a certain senior boy to Sally Barbour. I, William Ellis, do bequeath my Plymouth to anyone who will Fix it. I, Marilyn Fisher, do bequeath my ability to draw to Don McKinney. I, John Fox, do bequeath everything to everybody. I, Bemard Garrett, do bequeath my ability to skip study halls to Mart Hampton. I, Dick Goldsmith, do bequeath my ability to eat candy in all my classes to Dixie Fortney. I, Suzanne Helbig, do bequeath my boyish haircut to Cecil Mulvane. I, Ruth Keith, do bequeath my ability to get along with all my teachers to anyone who doesn 't like a teacher. Remember, perhaps the teacher isn't too fond of you either. I, Kent Knaus, do bequeath my big build to Tony Fenner. l, Pearl Lucas, do bequeath my quietness in public places to a certain group of eighth-grade girls. I, Alice Mumea, do bequeath my natural curly hair to Mary Robertson. I, Otis Port, clo bequeath my end sweep in football to Jim Jacobs. I, Betty Reed, do bequeath my cheerleading position to Peggy Burrer. I, Nelson Roberts, do bequeath my drum-maior position to Larry Wilson. I, Janet Smith, do bequeath my last name to Bette Carter. I, Larry Vanasdale, do bequeath my ability to blush to Erwin Renz. Ca rol Cobb 28

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Prophecy continued Feeling better that night, I took a stroll around the deck. About halfway around, my feet found a wet spot, and down I went. Two embarrased sailors picked me up. Somehow the red faces looked familiar. Sure enough the faces belonged to Bill Ellis and Dick Goldsmith. They were making a career of the Navy. A couple of hours later I found myself in a hotel dining room in New O'leans, listening to the band with a pre-occupied air. A girl started to sing and she had my undivided attention. The voice sounded so familiar that I asked a waiter what her name was. He told me Pat Chron- ister. Imposed to talk he also told me that she was running for Mayor of New O'leans. Before my final flight and a three month's vacation, I was ordered back to Cleveland for a special service. I was to play nursemaid to two television comedy-singer stars. Oh, how l was going to hate this fob. But after I found out that they were Ruth Keith and Carol Jo Cunningham I enioyed myself thoroughly. My last flight was to Paris, France. Now I would really enioy myself. Oh, those sandy beaches of the Riveria and those divine Frenchmen. But it just happened, that every man on the beach headed for one girl. Going closer to see what the attraction was, I found Sue Helbig. Getting her away from all of those men, she said that she had finally realized her dream of five years--travel, but she wasn't so sure she was going to leave France. On my vacation, I was iust going to stay home and rest. But I received a letter from a friend telling me what fun she had had on a dude ranch in Wyoming. This made me restless so I decided to pack up and go. ln the train station at Columbus, I picked up a discarded newspaper. A pic- ture on the front page caught my eye. The Captain with the picture read like this Bemard Garrett, appointed head basketball coach at Ohio State University . Another one ofthe Class of '55 who made good. At the station in Wyoming, a broken down ieep met me. I tried to talk to the driver, but all he ever said was yep or nope. Even the yep's and nope's sounded familiar so finally I asked him his name. I almost fell out of the jeep, when he said Larry Vanasdale. He had bought the ranch after he had made his millions manufacturing little yellow whistles, but not for children to annoy teachers with . A few days after my arrival, I noticed a cute little girl who went around flirting with all of the cowboys. I asked Larry who she was. He said he was surprised I didn 't know an old friend. Yep, that's right. Dorothy Binion was her name. She worked for Larry in his horse show every s rung. P Well, that takes care of the Class of '55, and I hope every other class that graduates from Plymouth has as much success as ours does. Pearl Lucas 30 I