Ross Township High School - Rossonian Yearbook (Hamilton, OH)

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Row one D. Settle, R. Jarvis, A. Eschenbrenner, A. Barker. Row two R. Weber, H. Huff, K. Hughes, J. Tillery, C. Siegle. Row three V. Campbell, J. Fox, Mrs. Greschel Cdirectorl, J. Statzer. SENIOR CLASS PLAY 1 ntroducin' S usan Dick Heatherby CKarroll Hughesj, a young college professor, and his wife, Susan CAlice Eschenbrennerl, quarrelled over a trivial matter. She left the house, threatening to go to Reno, and causing Dick great distress for two reasons. First, because he was really fond of Susan, and, second, because his Aunt Cordelia Quackenbush fjune Statzerj, not only contributed materially to the upkeep of the Heatherby home, but was a well-known lecturer on the evils of divorce. Aunt Cordelia was coming to visit. and Dick could not let Susan's absence be known. Buddy Chalmers QRaymond Weberj, one of Dick's pipils, and a quick thinker, made a deal with Dick when a Susan had to be produced. A butler was also needed, so Buddy's girl friend, Babs fjenny Tilleryl, was pressed into service and plenty of trouble in the form of Violet, the cook CCarol Sue Sieglej, who thinks Babs is a man, and who has a weakness for butlers. Well, Auntie finally showed up and, to Dick's constemation, not one but three Susans appeared, and none of them the real one! When Susan herself returned to make up with Dick, she ran into a house full of Susans, sweethearts, Aunt Cordelia, etc. Dick, getting in deeper and deeper decided the emergency called for further deception, and told Aunt Cordelia that the real Susan, who had fainted, was a crazy woman from next door that thinks every man is her dead husband. You never saw so many mix-ups on any one stage before. Every misunder- standing . . . Diana QAllene Barkerj and Ross Uack Foxj, Dick's and Susan's ex-sweetheartsg Cyclone Q Ralph Jarvisj, Violet's prize-fighting brother, the asylum attendants fVerldon Campbell and Denver Settlej who get hold of Aunt Cordelia by mistakeg and the real Susan's hot-headed father QI-Iorace Huffj . . . all cause a riot of laughter throughout the entire play. Just when things begin to look the worst for everyone, Aunt Cordelia comes through in her unexpected manner, clearing the atmosphere. Dick and Susan are both ready to forgive and at least try to forget the crazy doings of the day . . . one of the funniest farces ever written for amateurs.

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CLASS HI TORY It was a birght, sunny day, as the train of Memories pulled slowly into Ross High School. Mr. Finkbine was at the throttle of the engine. The train stopped suddenly and forty-four wide-eyed freshmen started climbing excitingly from the coaches. Pullman Ridenour, later the home room teacher, was directing the students, who were new that year. Other members of the crew were: fireman, Mr. Wilson, chief cook, Miss Whitey brakeman, Mrs. Greschelg con- ductor, Mrs. Wildemang porter, Miss Storyg dining car waitresses were Miss Smith, Miss Fant, and Miss Lindsey. As we looked around us, we saw many new faces who had boarded the train at Harrison, Morgan, Tennessee, Fairfield, Hamilton, and Indiana. Those who were new were: Mary Biere, Ethel Irwin, Emogene Kimble, Marie Knuf, Barbara Morrison, Elizabeth Singleton, Glenn Barnthouse, Ted Brusaw, Gordon Butterfield, George Engel, Ed- ward Hacker, Clemens Meier, Fred Patton, James Turner, and Ray Hoelle. They became very dear friends to us. After we had been here for a while and the excitement of being in high school had quieted down, we elected of- ficers for our class. Our president was Ray Weber, Carol Siegle, treasurer, Wallace Wogenstahl, assembly committee, Pat Ryan, Geneva Lewis and June Statzer, student coucil. We had wonderful times in our first year in high school. On May 23, after the closing exercises, we once more boarded the train, looking forward to three months of summer vacation. We would return in the fall as sophomores. As we stood at the depot and heard the whistle of the train coming around the bend, we wondered how many passengers we had taken on and let off. As we entered the train we found Engineer Finkbine still at the throttle, Miss White was still chief cook, but our bottle washer was Mr. Wilson, our porter Miss Nester had married, so Miss Bryne took her place. Mrs. Greschel was still brakeman, Mrs. Wildman continued as conductor. Mr. Ridenour took over the duties of fireman, and Miss Fant changed her name to McCollum and was promoted to pullman. Miss Lindsey and Miss Smith stayed on as waitresses. We noticed several of our classmates had gotten off at various stations. Among them were Ruth Gross, Dorothy Taylor, James Butler, Walter Burke, Edward Howard, Bill Jackson, George Kramer, Charles McVey, Charles Reynolds, and James VanWinkle. New passengers were Iris Bryant, Pat Davis, Russell An- des, and Kenneth Phillips. Being sophomores we felt really grown-up. Our adviser was Mr. Ridenour. Class president was Clemens Meier: vice-president, Kenneth Phillipsg secretary, Carol Sue Siegleg treasurer, June Statzer, assembly representative, Alice Eschenbrennerq student council, Jeanette Burns and Fred Patton. As we approached our junior year and the engine puffed into Millville, Shandon, and Venice, everyone was won- dering what the year would bring forth. We found that it was to be one of the busiest years we had experienced. The old train seemed to have more spirit than ever this year. Engineer Finkbine had taken on an assistant by the name of Mr. Ittel. Our fireman, Ridenour was replaced by coach Donahue. Our porter, Miss Brynes came back as Mrs. Fryer, Miss White was Mrs. Wilson. In the middle of the year Mrs. Wilson left and Miss Etter took charge of the kitchen. The positions of the rest of the crew were the same as other years with the exception of Miss Smith who got off somewhere along the line and became Mrs. Kyle. We again lost several students. Those who had gotten off the train were Norma Frost, Audrey Noes, Elizabeth Singleton, Glenn Barnthouse, Davy Hanavan, Roy Holle, Paul Huesing, Vernon Richardson, Mary Biere, Ester Bunger, Dorance Wollery, Douglas Huls, Ted Brusaw, Bill Glaub, Ray Jamison, Pat Davis, Marie Knuf, Emerick Gross, Rob- ert Moss, and John Zimmerman. New students were Jenny Tillery and Thomas Gadd. Junior year officers were: president, Ray Weber, vice-president, Carol Sue Siegleg secretary, Earl Lakesg treas- urer, Wallace Wogenstahlg assembly committee, Verldon Campbellg student council, Edward Rice, Clemens Meier, and Pat Ryan. Mrs. Greschel was chosen as our adviser. This year held many important events for us. Our dance was held at Thanksgiving and was a great success. In April we presented Grandpa's Twin Sister. And in May came the Junior-Senior Prom at I-Iamilton's Anthony Wayne. Everyone looked forward to vacation time, but we had no sooner got used to the idea of swimming, fishing, and in general having a good time, when once more the train pulled into the station to take us back to our Alma Mater. Coming aboard, we at once saw that we had taken on new members of the crew and lost some of the old. Our assistant engineer, Mr. Ittel, was replaced by Mr. Cleaver, our fireman, Coach Donahue, was replaced by Coach Luns- ford. Our porter, Mrs. Fryer, was replaced by one of our former students, Mr. Rowland, who took over the music de- partment. Miss Etter stayed on as head of the kitchen, and Mrs. Stahl replaced Mrs. Kyle as waitress. Mrs. Greschel, Mrs. Wildman, and Miss Lindsey were still waitresses, and Mrs. McCollum stayed on as pullman. Again we lost some of our best friends. Francis Campbell, Iris Bryant, and Ed Hacker missed the train. Lois Ann Yater came back, but soon left to get married. We had two new students, Lou Ann Allen and Mary Whisman. Mary didn't stay with us very long. Later in the year a guy by the name of Chuck Bober came to us from Cleveland. Since this was our most important year, we decided to elect important officers for our class. Our president was Ralph Jarvis: vice-president, Russell Andesg secretary, Carol Sue Siegleg treasurer, Alice Eschenbrennerg assembly committee, Jeannette Burns, student council, James Turner, Earl Lakes, and Jenny Tillery. Mr. Wilson was adviser. This year certainly proved to be a very busy, but wonderful year. On November 12, we presented a very suc- cessful play, Introducin' Susan. The spring brought us much more excitement. Our annual was our most important task of all our 12 years. April 23 we had our Senior Dance. This too was a success. Then on May 13, everyone had a wonderful time at the Junior-Senior Prom. On May 14, we started on our trip for the Smoky Mountains. May 20 was class night and we had a lot of fun putting this on. Then on May 22 came Baccalaureate and finally on May 26, we walked up the aisle to receive our diplomas. As the train of Memories pulled slowly away from Ross, 36 seniors looked back for the last time to their old Alma Mater and remembered all of the fun they had as students at Ross.

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CLASS PROPHECY Here it. is 1955. My, how time has flown since we were at dear old Ross. Let us go calling by train, plane, or automobile to visit some of our classmates. First, let's take a train to Oregon to visit the mountain home of Mr. and Mrs. Earl Lakes fthe former Lou Ann Allenj. We can not stay because we must visit a farmer back in Ross Township. There he is, farmer Russ Andes, busy driving his Atomic 10 Tractor. just a few words and we must journey downtown to visit Mrs. W. House CAllene Barkerj whom we find sitting at her desk in the Lakes Safe Erection Building, where she is head stenographer. Now let us get into our speedy Skyrocket and whiz back to Ross Township. This time we'll just remain until we look up those who are still living around these parts. See that house on the hill? That's where Eileen Bennett lives. She said she was going to stay home and there she is. Well, we fly over and down below us we see four enormous farms spread out over the countryside. The first one belongs to George Engel, the boy who said he was going to raise pigs. Remember? Now he has ten children. That second one is the pride and joy of Floyd Pillion. We knew he would make good. And there it is, that beautiful farm that Jim Turner talked so much about owning. Too bad that we can't drop down to see him. Last, but not least, the used-to-be farm of cattle showman Gordon Butterfield. All that is left is a desolate stretch of barren land. But we are glad to hear that he is doing well in Hollywood, where he is a crooner with that fam- ous band, Fox and His Dixieland Devils. That name sounds familiar, of course, that is jack Fox, one of our mad musicians from Ross. Now we will hop into our Supersonic Snazzy Six and roll along the highway. Look! Don't those three fellows look familiar? Why, it's Verldon QPercyj Campbell, football star, Horace E. Huff, ideal studentg and Eddie QLadies' Many Rice. I thought they were going to be carpenters. Oh, well, we'll pick them up fhitchhiking tsk! tsk!j and be on our way. Let us not go so fast, I want to look at mailboxes. There! That one says O. Nusky. This must be the home of Vera Endress, now Mrs. Nusky. We haven't time to stop although we would like to see our friend who, we are sure, is an ideal wife. Up ahead is the place that is the pride and joy of Ross Township, the College of Knowledge, where we shall buzz through and visit several of our brainy friends. Why, Carol Sue Siegle, how are you? You say that you're Mrs. Tincher now? Congratulations, Suzy. join us while we nosey around. It couldn't be-yes, it is-Jeannette Burns, former editor of Ross Rays, and all-around go-getter. Well, of all people, there's Alice Eschenbrenner. She told me years ago she was going to business college, and here she is, busy as ever. Let's drop by the office, but wait-doesn't that name look familiar? ETHEL IRWIN, DEAN OF GIRLS. Naturally, that couldn't be anyone but Efficient Ethel, as we knew her in those days. Gaze at that cute little miss, sitting at the big desk. Why, of course, it's Mrs. Fondong QBarbara Morrisonj. Giggling! the same old Barby. And at the desk next to her we find our good buddy, Mrs. H. Strickler Uenny Tilleryj. We won't bother these ladies, as they are quite busy, but we see that they didn't stray very far from the old home grounds. Now we shall make our exit. just a second! That teacher, it's Margaret Owen! Well, of all things, not Mis- chievous Mickie a teacher. Strange things do happen. Let's hop back into our Supersonic Snazzy Six and make dust, although we do hate to leave our dear friends. journeying on into town, we stop on High Street and who of all people should we see but Geneva Lewis. Here she is, bag and baggage. Leaving? That's right, Geneva is traveling. Well, good luck. Attention! Here come four sailors. My, don't they look handsome? Hold it! We know these boys! Karroll Hughes, all smiles, as usual, Denver Settle, with that wicked look, Shorty Weber CRosebud!!!Jg and Earl Hoover, who is still looking for trouble. We'd certainly like to stop and chat, for we think lots of these guys, but they don't see us, so we'll move on. Oh, joy! It's june. Yes, junie Statzer Cnow Mrs. Smithj. We must say hello. You say you are a Western Union operator? Why, june, how nice. We can't tarry for our time is running short, so goodbye and best wishes. On the left we see a string of new buildings. Let's look. The Bober Research Building, Charles Bober, President. Good old Chuck, glad to know his dreams came true. Stop, the sign says Emogene Kimble, Head Secretary. just like Emmy, smart in everything, knew she'd find her place in the higher brackets. The next building says Ryan and Wogenstahl, Mechanical Engineers. A partnership like this should go places. Pat Ryan, The Answer Box, and Wogie Wogenstahl, a second Einstein. This next building looks like a shop. Looking on the door we read Robert Tragessar, Shopwork. You know it will be the best if it is run by our good friend Bob. Goodbye, all you dear frends, we must board the Train of the Future. The train is leaving the station and as we look across the aisle, lo and behold, it's Clemens QBeetleJ Meier. What a surprise! Now, we remember, you said you were going to travel and work. Ah! We settle back in our seats and gaze out the window, and all of a sudden there at the next station, we see a yellow and red Model A convertible. It is the property of Kenneth QFuzzj Phillips, and there on the platform sit Fuzz and his good pal, Fred Patton. Well, they said they were going to California, and we see that the Cat Car is ready to fall apart, so they'll be catching this train. I'm glad we didn't miss them. I want to ask Fred about Martha. Once more our train is pulling into the land of what will be, and we are filled with thoughts of having seen our classmates of '49 once more. lmao knows what time will tell? Lou ANN ALLEN.