Roger Bacon High School - Troubadour Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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929 in 74-9 iBatkhI'Em ibutel Qttntinnati, EDDiu 353ka June IS, 1949. Dear Ed: ' Your letter. coming just twenty years after graduation, hit me like a voice from the grave. Why, old boy, it must be ten years since I have heard from you. Your letter had a little difficulty in finding me, for I have moved several times in the past ten years. No, I was not compelled to move because of my inability to pay rent, but rather on account of my ability to pay more rent. I see you pree sumed that I have married. Wrong again. You see, I like tI used to say loved l them all so well, that I was not able to love or like any particular one well enough to get married. Now that's straight. I am a bachelor and I guess that title will go on my tombstone. What am I doing? I am on the funny staff of several city papers, a very serious cartoonist. A funny way to make a living, but not illicit. If people want to laugh, let them pay for it. Yes, I believe I can give a fair report on all the old boys of '29, who graduated at Roger Bacon. YOu see, I am President of the Roger Bacon Alumnal Association and I have been able to keep pretty good tab on all the boys. You were the only one to give me the slip. I'll take them in order and try to give you a line on all of them. Phil Collins: Poor Phil weighs three hundred pounds and runs a so-Called first-olass cafeteria on Fountain Square. He sure has some pretty waitresses in his high-class heeh-house. Jack Carrigan: Jack always did remind me Of some of those follows in the big department stores, who radiate an official atmosphere of geniality. Yes, Jack is a floor- walker at H. o S. Pogue. Frank Peter: I always meet him when I drive through Wyoming. He is one of the speed oops out there. Joe Trauth: No, Joe is not a bishop. He is one of the lay-teaohers at Roger Bacon High School. I pity his students, who don't spell work with a capital W . Fred Frenser: He is Editor of the Women's Home Journal. That's one of the tricks of fate, for at Roger Bacon, Freddie was a regular womenehater. Ray Obert: He is night watchman at Procter and Gamble Soap 00. Rob Vogelpohl: Vogie and his brother, Steve, are in the plumbing business and handle a first-olass line of bathtubs and other plumbing fixtures. Page Thirty

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mam Mill smh Epgtamrnt nf the Glam nf '29 HE Senior Class leaves to the Class of 1'30 the responsibility of school leadership. Keep on leading even though you do not see anyone following! XVG leave to the entire student body the new building, which we have watched in the process of construction. And we leave lo the Senior department the obligation of enforcing itFi'eshman XVeekf' The following individual bcqucsts are made by the respective nwmhers of tho Smiior Class: Skeets Cahne loaves his captaincy 01' the football team to Bob Conley. 30. Jack Carrigan leaves his office of pztce-maker in styles and social zictivitiCS l0 Jack Campbell. 2'30, Phil Collins leaves his dieting prescriptions to Knucvon i30i Elmy Ertcl leaves his editorship of the school paper to Jack Singer 330. Yatz Fetto leaves his desk al thc exit of the Senior Class t0 Celina 30. Fred Fl'ensor leaves to Alphonse Humbert ,30 his scholastic leadership. Dick Hongchold leaves his copyright slogan: iinitchorkickinih- pleasantn t0 chtt ,30. Jim Keegan leaves to Hohan ,30 his alibi factory. Jawn Malone loaves his cartooning position on tho Baconian Staff to Hohman 31. Ed Nurre leaves his school-taxi business to Reigers ,30. Ray Obert leaves the Presidency of the Sons of Rest Society to anyone worthy of the office. Frank Pater intrusts the care of lhe litllc children of St. Bernard t0 Glascock 130, in the hope that he will love them just as dearly. Joe Traulh leaves the Presidency of the Senior Class t0 the most able and ambitious sludcnt 0f 130. Bob Vogolpohl leaves his Ford and its sweet Iiloiiloi'ies to his brother, Stove Vogelpohl ,30. Marty White leaves his half-hack position on tho Sparlan football team to Bob Mueller ,31. Ray Wilkins leaves his long list of pot sayings t0 Weil ,30. ngo T u: G H ty - nine

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Jim Keegan: Jim's in politics and never misses a church bazaar in town. Dick Hengehold: Dick's married and has five little Hengeholds and one big one. I believe Dick is hen-pecked. Sheets Calme: Old quarter-back Skeets coaches the high school teams at Roger Bacon. Gee? they got some real teams at the school this year. Elroy Ertel: El joined the Franciscans. You ought to hear him preach. Marty White: Marty is manager of a big airport just outside of Cincinnati. He gave me the air last Sunday afternoon. Ray Wilkins: He runs around town all day collecting gas bills. George Fette: George is busy writing prescriptions. He is the popular doctor up in Corryvllle. Doctor Fette and a notice of office hours, all printed on his front door, makes a street number unnecessary. Well. Ed, I am surprised to hear that you are in the Insurance Business. No. I don't want to take out a policy but I would like to have the privilege of meeting your wife. If she is half that you claim, I'd walk a mile for a glimpse of her. That was a Lucky Strike for you. when you decided to go to Boston. But now that I have heard from you I want you to write again. I am going to see that your name is re-entered on the lists of the Roger Bacon Alumnal Asso- ciation. We have a re-union here in town early in October. Gosh, I Wish you could be here and help all your old Class- mates make whoopee . Accept my best wishes and give me an answer some evening When you are not selling Insurance. Your old pal, J?,mmz Qiawgmw. Mr. Edward Nurre, 1545 Cemetery Road. Boston, Mass. P H y r? 'l' h, 1H t 117 0 '1! a