Rockville High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Rockville, IN)

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As she started to go aboard, the commander came down the gang plank. No one could mistake that curly hair. It was Dick Canter, Dick said thatkm was now commander of the UQueen Beverly.H Then after talking a while Edna and Dick left and we decided that we too should be leaving. On our trip back home we thought of the wonderful week-end we had had and hoped for many more as entertaining. --The Junior Class - 0 - -- SENIOR VV! LL- 'Twas the night before graduation When all through the school building, Not a creature was stirring ----- only Homer Qor so he thoughtl. M l What respectable janitors don't get away with these d ys. Who would have thought that Homer, good old Homer, would hustle about sweeping dirt under radiators as he is doing now. Why, he is even blowing his breath on the windows and writing his name in the steam. But he soon gives up that joy and begins hustling about picking up the many spit balls, paper wads, and straight pins from the floor. That proves to be quite a job and he is becoming slightly tired so he slowly begins whistling NHow Dry I amu as he moves through the cluttered aisles to the messy library and sits down to gaze contentedly at the latest edition of Esquire which he removes from be- hind that large Emily Post book. He just knew he saw Mr. Sears stick it there during the lst. period whe he thought no one was looking. Oh, what a wonderful magazine! Just look at those legs! Which reminds him of the drumstick in his sandwich he hid this morning. He cautiously takes down that big green book nwbrlds Oldest Reptilesn and there he sees his Dagwood special complete with drumstick, lettuce, mayonaise, peanut butter, catsup and cheese just as he left it. After munching on his delicious sandwich and looking at the world's most beautiful legs Qin his magazinelhe feels quite refreshed. But what is he going to do now? Why, he is sitting down at the piano and professionally picking out NBoogie Woogien just the way Mr. Noble taught him to do last evening after school Oh, to be able to cut a rug like that man Noble! But he hears a noise, a loud, harsh sobbing. Why, what could it be at this hour. The weeping grows more intense so he moves about to investigate. He slowly mounts the stairs. As he opens the door of room nine he has a sharp intake of breath and his eyes spring from their sockets. Why,it's the seniors! They've written their will to old R. H. S. and even though they would never admit it, they are beginning to hate to say good bye to the best school, and the best teachers, and the best students in the country. Well, since he is here he might as well read their last tribute to old R. H. S. so here is what they've written: I, Richard Rozhon, who has given up parkin Leave that right to Jimmy Hartman. I, Bill Stover, of apple polishing fame Leave to Paul Cottrell the very same. I, Ralph Pinegar, so handsome and tall Leave my matrimonial intentions to Kenny Hall. I, Joan Kent, with speaking ability to spare Leave it all to Sue Snowden without a care,

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Harold Wimmer in the uniform of a traffic cop. He summoned an ambulance which arrived in a few minutes driven by Delbert Smith. A trim little nurse, Margaret Fultz, accompanied us to the hospital. we were checked over by a fat, baldheaded, red-faced doctor. we were greatly surprized to learn that he was another school friend, Doc McManimie. Fortunately we were not injured except for a few minor scratches and bruises, so he released us. Since he said he was going to lunch, we decided we were hungry too. Leaving the hospital we walked a few blocks to the WNifty Cafen, noticing that the pro- prietor was named Lightle. We asked the waitress who this man was and she explained that he was a classmate of hers, Dick Lightle and introduced her- self as Jean Lewis. We ordered our lunch and while waiting for our food started talking over school days. In a short time, Proprietor Lightle joined us and told us that he had gotten so tired of mopping floors in HSevillesW that he decided to have his own restaurant. He also said that a few days ago, Charles Havey came in to see him. Of course everyone knew who Mr. Havey was and Dick considered it a great honor to have such a noted artist come there. He said Charles had just come back from Paris where he had been studying. we then asked about some of the girls of the class. A- mong Dick, Dr. Mc and Jean we found out that: Dolores Clark, in spite of her life long declaration that she'd never live on a fann is now living on one near Bloomingdale, Indiana. She has developed a great fondness for birds, her favorite being the HJayH bird. Joan Kent is now busy housekeeping on a farm near Bloomingdale. Then we thought of our little Doris Alexander. No one ever thought that Doris Ann would ever be agriculture minded but she is now quite content raising little Htaters.N As we were preparing to leave the restaurant, we decided to go to New York for the night. The others declined our invitation to go as they de- clared that they were too busy. We departed and before we knew it we were in New York. There as we were walking down Fifth Avenue, before our eyes we saw a brilliantly lighted sign, saying that some Richard Rozhon and his orchestra were now playing. Wondering if it could be our own silver-throated trumpeter of high school days, we decided to go in and find out. Not only was it he but also there was -Bill Stover really swinging it as usual. The spotlight was thrown on the stage and a lovely soloist stepped up to sing. It was Betty Hobson singing in her same sweet voice. We left the night club early because we had rooms reserved at the Statler Hotel in Washington. we arrived in Washington quite late and went immediately to our hotel. As we entered, the receptionist, came to greetus. we thought we recognized that walk, It was Rozelle Jeffries. She called a bellboy to take us to our rooms. As soon as he spoke we knew it was J - o - h - n S - w - a - i - m. That drawl still lingered. The next morning we awoke bright and early and since it was Sunday we decided to go to church. We went to a nice suburban one. No one was sur- prised to learn that Paul Insley was the minister. Eweryone thought HPimU would end up as a preacher. After church, as we mingled with other people, Rev. Insley came back to us and talked with us. With him was Carol Cronk. Carol said that he was now living on a truck fann near Alexandria, Va. and was in Washington for the week-end. Later, as we were walking down the street, a very smartly dressed lady came out of an apartment house. It was Edna DePlanty. Her chauffer went in to get her luggage and we learned from her that she was going aboard fora few years, She asked us to accompany her to the ship. On the way down to the port we had a most pleasant visit with her.

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I, Jean Lewis, a lean little scamp Leave my diet to Thelma Bredenkamp. I, Margaret Fultz, so tiny and sweet Leave all my channs to Miss Jane Neet. I, Dick Lightle, so irresistable and firm Leave my necking techniques to Jean Washburn. I, Dick Collings, a conceited little brat Leave my place on the bench to Donald Pratt. I, Edna DePlanty, a basketbal corker Leave my gym shoes to Thelma Hooker. I, Rozelle Jeffries, who loves my perfume Leave my many superstitions to Dorothy Harrison with the right to spoon. I, Harry Swaim, a fascinating brute Will my ego to Clarence Rardin, so little and cute. I, Nelan Thompson, who does all the chores Leave my gray Studebaker to Bill Shores. I, Wilbur Overpeck, honor stadent of Joe Leave to John Sanders all the Chemistry I know. I, Delbert Smith, so bright that I glimmer Leave all my knowledge to Phyllis Wimmer. I, Wilburn Mcmanimie, whose jokes are a killer Leave all of the best to Sidney Miller. I, Harold Haughee, who likes to park in the dark Leave my little Plymouth to Harold Busenbark. I, Polly Ward, a mean little vixon Leave the right to be naughty to Wanita Dixon. I, Betty Hobson, so gentle and kind Leave these traits to Flo Johnson who can't make up her mind I, John Swaim, who fidgets with my ring Would rather hear Frank Sinatra than Bing Leave my enthusiasm for the team To Edward Lee Bramblett who's right on the beam. I, Doris Ann , who now stays up late Leave to Barbara Chowning all my old dates. I, Dolores Clark who's taken up farming Leave this right to Rex Monts who is quite charming. I, Carol Cronk, the homey type Whose love letters the fellows used to swipe, Leave my skill of love and romance To Ronnie Donie who has a slim chance.