Randolph High School - Bobcat Yearbook (Englewood, OH)

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I, Janice Honeyman, bequeath my job on Shamrock to next year's handyman. I, Becky Kessler, bequeath my peroxided hair to Ronnie Harper. I, Bob Kelley, bequeath my debts to my brother, Bill. I, Bill Kingery, bequeath my curly hair to Don Mayer. I, Paul Knoop, bequeath my position as center on the basketball team to Don Stutz. I, Norma Krug, bequeath my diamond to Charlene Bricker, and the mimeograph machine to anyone who likes to worry. I, Miriam Mann, bequeath my Honor Society pin to Joyce Sando, and my place as alto in chorus to Nancy Lodge. I, Sondra McKee, bequeath my towering stature to Donna Roach. I, Roger Oglesbee, bequeath my beloved Chevrolet to Fred Fenton, and my calm, cool and collected manner to Don Rabold. I, Bob Rose, bequeath my sweat socks to Larry Binkley. I, Karl Schroeder, bequeath my musical ability to Charles Koch. I, Ernie Schultheis, bequeath a good '41 Chevie to Roger Pitsinger, and my split manifold to Pat Fitch. I, Annabelle Sherer, bequeath my shorthand ability to Mary Gray. I, Jack Shoenfelt, bequeath my ability to play basketball to Bob Peffley. I, Ben Smith, bequeath my place in dramatics to Bob Jones. I, Dick Smith, bequeath my red face to Sylvia Waymire. I, Marilynn St. John, bequeath my excuses to anyone who needs them, but my Bruz and my convertible I keep. I, John Stitz, bequeath the money I make for points in basketball games to Zeke Landes. I, Barbara Swigart, bequeath my Tintair box to Miss Esther Kinsey, and my Kene- lope I leave to no one. I, Irma Thomson, bequeath my ability to be excused from school to Pat Kern. I, Ronnie Trowbridge, bequeath my detention slips to Joyce Sando. I, Jim Volk, bequeath my nickname, Buckshot, to Mr Barger's first little boy. I, Jo Valley, bequeath my trips to sunny Florida to anyone who likes to travel. I, Jim Walker, bequeath my ability as a joke-teller to Paul Beery. I, Pat Wall, bequeath my winning smile to Marilyn Fast. I, Lottie Webb, bequeath my A's in conduct to Jim Guthrie. I, Shirley Weber, tearfully bequeath my brown nose in Mr. Sando's classes to Larry Binkley and Dave Palsgrove. I, Norma Wirth, bequeath my blond hair to Sharon Amend. I, Nancy Wilson, bequeath my mad rushes in the morning to catch the bus to Rita Stauffer, and my two front teeth to Jack Josselyn. I, Bob Wenger, bequeath my driving manners to Tom Stonerock. I, Sue Zander, bequeath my ability to get the Shamrock out on time to anyone who doesn't mind burning the midnight oil, and my outgrown poodle-cut to Judy Deeter. I, Judy Zink, bequeath my typing eraser to Judy Emerick.

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ARLENE KOLKER QARLENEJ YRS. AT R. H. S. Y-Teens 4 Say, you wantaposter advertising your latest project? Tell you what I'm gonna do .... I'm gona introduce you to Ar- lene. She wields a mean paint brush and the results are very good. She loves art work and takes pride in what she does. IHHSS Wlll We, the Senior Class of 1952, of the State of Ohio, of the school of Randolph, being of sound mind and body do hereby bequeath our Easter egg sales to the Sopho- mores, our independence to the Freshmen, and all left-over bills to the Juniors. I, Keith Albrecht, bequeath my civics book to any poor unsuspecting junior. I, jane Avery, bequeath my political ability as a sports writer to Bob Mills, and my ability to teach Nancy Blome to play the bass drum to Albert Schultheis. I, Irene Barnes, bequeath my quiet ways to. Gene Riser. I, Louis Bender, bequeath my deep voice to Wanda Galloway. I, Shirley Betz, bequeath my long fingernails to Pat Cruea, and my swimming ability to Carol Carles. I, Sunny Black, bequeath my mild temper to Miss Hole. I, Bonnie Brumbaugh, bequeath my cheerleading outfit to Marianne Butler, and my ability as a driver to anyone who wants to take the chance. I, Mervin Butts, bequeath my absent mind to Shirley Sellers. I, Sally Carles, bequeath my shyness to Bob Boatright. ' I, Colleen Coffey, bequeath my cheerleading ability to Shirley Blser. I, Marlene Cox, bequeath the scope to anyone who has the time and patience to work on it. I, Susie Curtis, bequeath my wedding ring to Marlene Knoop. I, Ellis Denlinger, bequeath my fifth period study hall to anyone who takes chem- istry sixth period. I, Gail Deshong, bequeath my affectionate expressions to the printing machine to future Shamrock printers, and my secretarial job to Mr. Barger to anyone who has extra strong nerves. I, Bob Farrier, bequeath my height of 6' 4 1-2 to Bumpy Gray. I, Mary Lou Foster, bequeath my modeling job at Elder's to anyone who is crazy enough to take it. I I, Max Haney, bequeath my Buick to anyone who has the money to buy a gas sta- tion. I, Clara Hanshaw, bequeath my Southern accent to Mr. Barger.

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EIHSS PHUPHIEY My, how time flies! Why, it's been 25 years since I graduated from high school! I have just finished talking to Paul Knoop on the 'phone about final arrangements for a class reunion. Paul graduated from college and became one of the greatest basketball coaches in the nation. lt's a shame he had to retire, but coaching is quite a strain for some- one his age. Now if I can only find my 1952 Bobcat, maybe it will help me remem- ber the names of all my classmates in the good old Class of '52. . . . Oh, here it is. just look at those hair styles! My, how times have changed. And the boys with burrs! It's hard to believe that we really looked that way once. And my interior decorating business was started not five years later. I'll never forget the day my shop was finished with Sue Zander, Interior Decorator, in neon lights above the door. But enough of this reminiscing, I must get these reunion invitations written. Bob Farrier. Let me see, do I remember him? Oh, why of course, he is manager of Macy's Department Store in New York and Mary Lou Foster was head buyer for the exclusive shop for ladies. Now she's married and has a son who is doing a terrific job as center on Ohio State's basketball team. Oh, yes, and Judy Zink. She's head set designer for MGM now. She always did like that type of work, but I understand she and her husband are having trouble because of Judy's working. Oh, well, those Hollywood people . . . I understand Sondra McKee is in Hollywood, too. She designs clothes for the movie stars and does modeling as a hobby. She must be a millionaire by now! Who can forget Bob Rose? He started the first automatic laundry in Englewood. And the way the boys used to tease him about his socks . . . Well, jim Walker. I thought surely he would take over his dad's automobile business, but he seems to be content to be driving buses and servicing Buicks for Marilynn St. johns enterprise. I guess jim finally married Bonnie Brumbaugh and I imagine they're very happy. Nancy Wilson has made quite a name for herself, too. She won the Olympic championship for ice skating 20 years ago. She teaches skating now and even though she isn't so young any more, she gets along swell. Good old Sunny Black is in partnership with Roger Oglesbee. They have a chain of frozen food marketsfrom New York to California. Bob Wenger was always rather quiet, and his occupation is surprising--he tests jet planes and Keith Albrecht is his chief mechanic. They have been responsible for many improvements in jets. Quite a pair! Speaking of mechanics, Louis Bender and Max Haney own a repair garage and I understand that Irene Barnes, Randolph's drivers' training teacher, takes the training car there for any repairs. lt must have been something when Irene tore out a transmis- sion while trying to teach her'class to shift gears. Embarrassing moments! I wonder if Norma Krug still holds the world's record for typing. She could type 175 words per minute for one hour. What a whiz! Lottie Webb was very good, too. She has been secretary to the President of the United States for the last eight years. Speaking of presidents, Bill Kingery is a great politician and has a very good chance of winning the presidential nomination. Let me see . . . oh, yes, jo Valley is a senator from Ohio. She just proposed a bill concerning taxes. Her secretary is a graduate of Randolph, also. Oh, what was her name? Why, of course, Clara Hanshaw.