Roseville High School - Rosette Yearbook (Roseville, OH)

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I, Charles Spires, will to Mr. Carnes a new supply of pencils for next year's classes. I, Paul Bryan, will to Mr. Campbell a pair of roller skates so that he can get up and down the steps a little faster. I, Eleanor Renick, will to Dot Dusenberry and Carolyn Erwin one pencil for each for the next two years, to do their lessons in study hall. I, Rick Wilson, will Bob Bargar a leg brace to keep his leg straight. I, Carole Adams, will to Deedra Sherrick a pair of shorts so she won't split them out at practice this summer. I, Ray Valentine, will my ability to go through twelve years of school without receiving one paddling to anyone that wants it. I John Swingle, will my locker to anyone who will clean it out. I, Mark Hendrickson, will to Mr. Dantonio a box of Tootsie Roll Pops in order to make his class of '63 as great as his geography class of ‘62 I, Carl Kane, will to Susie Ford and Mr. Campbell a box of bird seed to keep their friendship alive for one more year. We, Jim Tignor and Ronald Bird, will to Donald Rusnak and Roger Roberts something to talk to and to keep them busy during study halls. I, John Dawson, will to my sister Judy a new alarm clock so she won't be late for school every morning. I, Marilyn Wickham , will to Janice McHenry a package of throat drops so she can talk the next day after a home game. I, Paul Lovingshimer, will to my brother Carl Lovingshimer a pair of my shoes so he can follow in my foot steps. We,Ronnie Maines and Joe Cummings, will to the students of Roseville High a future student council to get a few of the privileges they want. I, Kristine Kildow, knowing my brother has a desperate need for transportation and that Drivers Ed. may have use for it, will to Eric and Mr. Paulette my trusty Chevy, Bruhilia Daisy, for them to share equally. I, Nancy Young, will to Sandy Sharkey a roll of adhesive tape to keep her quiet in study halls so she will get more done than she does in 8th period study hall. I, Lynda Pennington, will to Mr. Paulette a life time subscription to Mad Magazine. I, Keith Pletcher, will Mr. Mentis something to build up his boys in Phys. Ed. class. We, Jim Savage and Jim Mclnemey, will to Tom McGee a big toe so he will get better grades in school. I, Arlene Bowden, will my ability to go through high school to anyone that wants it. I, Jim Strickler, will to Mr. Mentis something to keep the Phys. Ed. boys laughing. I, Jerry Miller, will Mr. Paulette a bottle of nerve pills for Drivers Ed. class. I, Farrell Anderson, will my front seat on the bus to Frank Ihinger so he can listen to the radio. I, Mike Skinner, will Mr. Waterhouse a fly swatter so he will not damage the text books anymore. I, Ginny Snell, will my column Snoopin' Sam to anyone who is fortunate enough to be snoopy, like me. I, Judy Young, will my majorette uniform to whomever wants it. I, Earl Bowen, will to Mr. Paulette a permanent stick of chewing gum so he won't have to get a new stick every day in government class. I, Klemm Ungemach, will to Mike Inman something to keep him warm on cold nights. I, Carol Fitzpatrick, will my books to anyone who needs them. I, Becky Thompson, will to Darlene Koehlor something to help get her to the games next year so she can see Jon play. I, Sherry Ungemach, knowing I will be leaving my job in the cafeteria, will to my sister Vicki a hair net and apron so she won't get mashed potatoes all over her. Sherry Ungemach

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62 We,the 1962 Senior Class of Roseville High School, being of sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath the following as our last will and testament: ARTICLE I To the Class of 1 65, we leave three more years of solitary confinement. To the Class of '64, we leave to you all the fun in the activities you will become a part of in your junior year. To the Class of '63, we leave to you our government books in hopes you will pass the course with flying colors. ARTICLE II Dear Teachers, to you we leave the following, because we realize how deeply you will miss us. To Mr. Smith, we will our pictures so that he can look upon them and remember us as wonderful creatures. To Mr. Campbell, we will a sound proof room with a private telephone so he can call nis wife every morning. To Mrs. Owens, we will a new and larger French class and hope she enjoys it, too. To Mr. Mentis, we will a box of safety pins so the boys in the following year can pin their shirt tails in. To Mr. Crady, we will another shorthand class as quiet and as well conducted as we six. To Mr. Paulette, we will a glass to carry with him at all times for his half pints of milk. To Mrs. Ballantine, we will a new dish washer so she won't have to stay up and watch to see that it doesn't flood the house. Right Mrs. B? To Mr. Cox, we will many restful hours. To Mr. Carnes, we will a new adding machine so he won't have to borrow Mr. Crady's anymore. To Mr. Buck, we will a small token of white sand in hopes that one of these days he will get to the promise land of Florida. To Mr. Waterhouse, we will a pair of roller skates so he can get from person to person in his study halls more easily. To Mrs. Patterson, we will her own milk machine so she won't have to bother the cafeteria. To Mr. Dantonio, we will a full proof lock for all his autobiographies. To Miss Polen, we will a huge supply of old papers so that when she goes to run the mimeograph mach- ine she will have plenty to smear up. To Mr. Stroup, we will a package of his special kind of cough drops for future use. To Mr. King, we will more efficient help in cleaning the cafeteria. ARTICLE III I, Janet Wolfe, will to Mr. Dantonio a large package of lolli-pops so he can give them to our next year's Geography class at Prize Picture Time. I, Bonnie Jean Billingsley, will to Sue Crane and Judy Dawson a pack of chewing gum so they can make Mr. Crady and Mr. Paulette nervous. I, Harry Caton, will all the old chewing gum under the desks to Linda Barbour so she won't have to buy any next year. I, Gerald Hina, will Clyde Hina something to talk to in Mr. Dantonio's 4th period study hall. I, Bill Crabtree, will Mr. Buck a bottle of smelling salts for when they tell him I really am leaving. I, Raymond Davis, will to Richard Ditter my goverment book in hopes that he uses it better than I did. We, Roger Murtatroyd and Wayne Savage, will to Bob Bargar a jar to keep his teeth in while practicing football. I, Lois Head, will to Karen Spires my ability to go through high school without getting any detentions. 24

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 Say, Klemm, have you seen the latest edition of the Roseville Herald Tribune? Why no Mike. Is there anything in it about the new missile factory here in Roseville? Nothing much, but a new column started today in the paper. What is it called? Guys, Gals, and Gossip, written by the greatest literary genius of the twenty- first century, Tohn Swingle. Do you happen to have your paper with you ? “Why, yes. Then let's read it. Last night, your roving reporter spent the night gathering candid information for my first column. First I went to the Boom Boom Room of the Spearmint Lounge, owned by that millionaire and business tycoon, Diamond Bill Crabtree. Rumor has it that he made his million the hard way, in a grocery store. .Back in the Boom Boom Room, I greatly enjoyed the music of Charles Spires and his Live Wires. Next, we heard a few numbers by the nightclub singer, Lois Head. Rumor has it that Charlie and Lois have been touring the night spots together. Watch my column for further developments on these two. Next, the audience was intrigued by the exotic dancing of Ginny Snell and Nancy Young. The girls certainly danced up a storm. Infact, a riot started, but Tohn Eliot Ness Dawson and his Touchables arrived in the nick of time. At this point, your daring reporter made a quick exit out the back window. I glanced back once, and saw Wayne Savage and Harry Caton, the bouncers, slugging it out with the police. Making good my escape, and the night being young, I hailed a passing cab for the Bird's Nest , the local college kid's hangout, owned and operated by Ronnie Tweetie Bird. To my surprise, the cab driver was none other than Marilyn Wickham, the terror of Roseville's public streets. Just before we reached our destination, we were forced off the road by a speeding fire truck, driven by Chief Carl Kane and his trusty smoke eater, Toe Cummings. I never learned if those trusty guardians of life and home made it to the fire, for as they rounded the comer, we heard a sickening crash.