Rowe High School - Viking Saga Yearbook (Lakeville, OH)

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As though to breathe were life! dishes while trying to dodge the broom Tony Hall was wielding. The Senior play, “Crazy House,’ was presented April 11, 1941, to a full house. For a silly slap-happy family the Beldinkers just couldn’t be beat. Joyce Holdson took the part of the opera-minded Mrs. Bel-dinker who composed music entirely without music or words. So-o-o modern, so-o-o inspiring. Vaughn Herbel played her henpecked husiband who finally breaks away and expresses himself. Ed Powell was the oldest son Aay, who peddled his bicycle in the living room 12 hours a day. Bee, Inez Ward, painted pictures which no one could understand including herself. And she was engaged to Dick Charles, Bob Childs, who was the promising student at the College of Embalming. See, Francina Seibert, was a brat in the fullest sense of the word. Nothing personal is meant, Ciney. Sylvia Sivak ably acted Grandma Dimity with the purple hair, a sad result of a free sample of hair dye. She is a maniac for clipping coupons and entering radio contests. And Roland Fisch was the energetic bookseller who practically caused the downfall of the Bel-dinker family. Suzy Kloppenhauer, the girl who was always seeking glamour and finally attained her goal, was portrayed by Marie Harrington. This year when we Seniors received our rings we were more than pleased with them. They arrived about the time that dear old gentleman rolled down the chimney and were proudly bearing the Viking head in all its glory. It is the first class to have this emblem on their rings. A radio play was given for the first half of the Senior Assembly. The melodrama was the well-known story of a villain trying to collect a mortgage. The last half of the assembly was devoted to Eddie Powell and his orchestra, composed of Hal Baker, drums, Joe Dickey, trumpet, Berna-dene Dewey and Viola Kultti, clarinets. It was hard to keep from swinging it right then and there. Wayne Clark and Bob Childs were fortunate enough to take part in Ohio’s Buckeye State. In an assembly the boys told us f the wonderful opportunities that had been offered them in Civics by participation. Will we girls ever forget how we had to swallow our dinner practically whole in order to be on time to sell candy to the jostling crowd at the candy counter? The Alumni came back for a brief visit to have a gala time at our Christmas party. 1 he celebrators gathered around the Christmas tree to form an Alumni Association. Richard McElroy was elected president. The vice president is to be taken each year from Rowe’s Senior class and Joe Dickey filled the chair this year. Robert Childs was the representative for the class of ’41. For the first time in Rowe High the Red Cross course was opened to Senior lassies who were interested. It met with great enthusiasm on the part of the girls. Instead of just reading about hygiene and home care of the sick we put into practice what we read through demonstration. We don’t expect to be full-fledged nurses but it will ibe an aid to us when there is sickness in the home. Our equipment wasn’t perfect but it gave us just that much more experience. The bed looked as if it had seen better days and it must have ailed from rheumatism because it groaned terribly and sank almost to the floor when anyone tried to lie on it. We are very fortunate to have two of our basketball players on the All-State team. Adolph Kultti made the third team and Bob Childs was given honorable mention. Rowe had a brilliant year and besides these two, Seniors Ed Powell, Roland Fisch, Vaughn Herbel, Joe Dickey and Vincent Smile deserve recognition for their fine performances. Adolph Kultti, Reino Hill, and Vaughn Herbel represented the class in the baseball tournament last October. Francina Seibert and Jean Wolcott deserve credit for their four years of service in the cheerleading section. Will we ever forget the thunderous volume of cheers that knocked the building off its foundations and back on again? The two seniors made a pretty picture in their blue and gold outfits, as Roland Fisch and Stub Hillyer will readily admit. This year the Senior girls played an important part in both the Pilot Light and the A Cappella Choir. The six-page Pilot Light was off the press bi-weekly, furnishing news of the school to the student body.

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To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! Senior Class History It seems that only yesterday we Seniors started out to school with our faces shinning from Mother’s overdose of elbow grease, our Cubby Bear Books tucked under our arms. Whether in Farnham, Amboy or East Main Road School the stories are the same. A scolding here, a spanking there, much to our discomfort and our schoolmates’ delight. Georgia and Duane can tell you they didn’t let up any with the paddle way back in the first grade. And remember how horrified outwardly and tickled inwardly we were when we thought there was going to be a real fight on the playground. We used to glance around for the teacher hoping she had her mind enveloped with some absorbing problem, oblivious of the world 'but expecting her to pop cut on the aggressors and make them pay the penalty. She usually caught them, however, and administered a just sentence. Maybe Hitler wouldn’t get into so many scraps if he had a teacher over him. The competition between our elementary schools that kept the field meets and scholastic contests exciting and worth while were completely dissolved when we, the first class of ’41, entered Rowe High’s portals 69 strong. From then on it was work —and work together. While we were still a little bewildered, the Seniors huddled us together and forced us to undergo the initiation ordeal. Tom looked just too cute for words with that baby bottle. Remember? For the most part after that we remained rather quiet waiting for the day when we would be referred to as upperclassmen. But occasionally we glided from our obscure corner. Our Sophomore skating party, Thanksgiving party and sleigh ride are examples of this. In 1939 we again came under the supervision of Miss Drown and Miss Hunnell as we started on our third year of high school. Joe Dickey was elected president; Boh Childs, vice president; Marjorie Montgomery, secretary,, and Marie Harrington, treasurer. The biggest event of the year was the Junior play, “Lookin’ Lovely,” with an able cast which included “Margie” Montgomery, Marie Harrington, Flora Langdon, Joyce Holdson, Francina Seibert, Roland Fisch, Joe Dickey, Ed. Powell, Raymond Kostura, Jack Culbertson and Bob Childs. The Junior-Senior Prom was given May 10, 1940, to a vast crowd of upperclassmen who wore the varnish off the floor. The plaque of Teddy Roosevelt gracing Room 211 was presented the school by our American History class. We are still wondering as to how Mr. Halchin could orate so long and still keep Elsie’s mind on more important dates other than the ones she was having that week. For our Junior Assembly Kay Kyser (Earl Hopkins) took us into his studio for a merry half-hour. The very dramatic Othello, Shakespeare’s masterpiece, was in pieces all right after Inez Ward. Vaughn Ilerbel, Jean Wolcott and Roland Fisch massacred it. It was a year round sight to see Sylvia Sivak and Viola Kultti keeping the paper sales stocked up. Then came our final year. With half-joy, half-regret, we started out on the last leg of our 12-year journey. We elected an able group of officers. For the third year in succession Joe Dickey was elected president. Bob Childs was given the vice president’s chair, Marie Harrington the secretary’s, and Sylvia Sivak the treasurer’s. Revenge is sweet! We finally had our chance to laugh at the queer antics of the Freshmen. On a fateful night in October we watched them squirm as they were officially initiated into Rowe High. The Senior Sociology class gave the school the opportunity to vote last November. Booths were set up in the lower corridors and the whole school turned out to show its political spirit. By a very close margin Roosevelt was handed the third term. The Chicken Supper, an annual senior affair, needless to say, was a “killing” success. Although worn and tired we smiled through. Joyce was head of the affair in our home room and the Cooperation given her was indeed congratulatory. It was a merry, but tired group that furiously wiped 15 S SfS S SAsAsA s VS S S SA S S S S S S S S SA » S SAs SA

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There lies the port; Remember how quickly we told about the radio play over WICA—even the local paper wasn’t that good. Editor-in-Chief was Georgia McElroy. For the first time the paper staff received pins for their work. The staff included Bernadene Dewey, Sylvia Sivak, Mary Best, Reino Hill, Alberta Bennett, Robert Childs, Marilyn Brauch, editors; Ina Orrenmaa, Pauline Ring, Vaughn Heribel, Duane Beach, Elsie Shultz, Raymond Kostura, Bolb Glenn, reporters; and Marie Harrington, Myrna Hensler, Margie Montgomery, Joyce Holdson, Elizabeth Herman and Mae Lawrence, typists. Some of our happiest times were found in the library pasting, cutting and headlining. What do you say Bernadene and Chillie? A Cappel la Choir is losing a score of ▼ Senior Class It’s really surprising how fast ten years can go. Here it is 1951, and I have been away from Conneaut for quite a while. I’m not quite 65, but due to the efforts of Reino Hill, who just yesterday forced a bill through Congress to eliminate tests of any kind in public schools and social security checks are now issued at the age of 28, I decided to use mine up all at once and visit my old home town.. I found it had changed but little. When I had parked my ’80 Pontiac, I started up the street and found myself attracted to sounds issuing forth from the direction of a soap box located at the corner of Washington and Main Streets. I drew nearer, and imagine my surprise when I saw that it was none other than my old classmate, Earl Hopkins, who was lauding the merits of “Hopkins’ Hair Grower,” which he was selling at 75 cents per bottle. He was arguing with the customers, and was having such a good time that he failed to recognize me when I stepped up to buy a bottle of his wares. I continued up the street, and met Effie Bleasdale Foy, who married her little Walter in the fall of ’41. She gave me the low down on the other young marrieds; among them Hal Baker and Inez Ward, Jean Wolcott and Roland Fisch, Bernadene Dewey and Bob Childs. When I heard this I re- good singers when we leave our Alma Mater. Marjorie Cook, Josephine Bennett, Earl Hopkins, Marjorie Montgomery, Jean Wolcott, Inez Ward, Flora Langdon, Joyce Holdson, Otis Osborne, and Jim Wheeler will all turn in their robes. Most of them started with the choir in its infancy and have helped to make it what it is today. Looking back over our history it is something of which we can be proud. We have had representatives in every field of work and play. Together we have learned cooperation and fair play. Now, thanks to those who have had charge over us we go with a deep anticipation for a full and happy life “Out of school life, into life’s school.” Mary Best, Historian Prophecy called again the days of ’41 when these three couples spent their noon hours holding up the lockers on the third floor of Rowe High. Incidentally, Hal and Bob have formed a partnership and head a firm known as “The Double Purpose Locker Manufacturing Company” and are making money fast by manufacturing lockers with automatic shutters, which scratch the back when one leans against them. These lockers are now being installed in the third floor corridor near room 307. I was almost to the end of Main Street when a sign confronted me—“The Kirking-burg Secretarial School and Telephone Company.” I went in, and surely enough, the receptionist that greeted me was Beatrice Kirkingburg. She told me she was getting rich teaching daily classes in shorthand, typing and bookkeeping, and it was only then that I remembered what a whizz she was at these subjects back in high school. She invited me to join her night school, but I declined, and asked if she would take me through the telephone company, which she told me was also under her supervision. There were many girls working at the switchboards, but I saw only one familiar face, that of Ella Poole, who managed a smile and a nod between “Number Pleas-es.” Beatrice told me that she was an expert