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

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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

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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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The vessel puffs her sail; at her job, and I reflected that it was not at all doubtful since she used the office telephone so much during her years at Rowe. 1 had a lot of other places that I wanted to visit, so 1 took reluctant leave of Beatrice and started down the street. As I stepped to the curb at the busy intersection of Broad and Main Streets, I was knocked down by a car. When I regained consciousness in the hospital, 1 was told that the man who hit me was Vincent Smile, who, as usual, was late for an appointment. I smiled at this, because in my mind’s eye, 1 could see Vince coming in 307, 15 seconds before the tardy bell every morning. I really had a nice time during my three-day stay at Brown Memorial; two of the nurses were classmates back in '41, Alberta Bennett and Myrna Hensler. They were very efficient, but the second day of my stay, two movie stars were hurt in an auto accident while en route to Cleveland and from then on, I saw very little of the girls. After my release, I decided to visit my alma mater, and when I went in the front door, I heard voices coming from the gym, so I stopped there first. 1 was delighted to see that Virginia Petro was the Physical Education Instructor. She had developed a new set of rules for basketball, and this reminded me of her nickname “Flash”, which she earned during her Senior year, due to her ability to be everywhere at once. We chatted awhile, and then as I saw by a glance at my watch that I must go. I hurried on up the hall. A loud burst of off-key music burst from the music room, and no wonder, when I discovered that the singing teacher was Marilyn Brauch, whom I remembered as being perhaps the most ardent music lover in the gills’ chorus. She was teaching a group of first graders to sing “On the Mall,” which I recalled afterwards was her favorite song. She was too busy to talk to me, so I went on, but I saw no more familiar faces in the school. Since it was a little early for lunch, I decided to go for a ride out in the country. It wasn’t long before I came to a sign which said “The McMullen-Eccleston Home for Harmless Horses,” and thinking the names sounded familiar, I decided to stop and investigate. Surely enough, I was greet- ed by Bill and Edmund who took me on an extended tour of inspection. The expressions on those horses’ faces made me a little homesick myself, so I got out of there in ten seconds flat. I was almost back in East Conneaut when I spied a lonely figure beside the road. I stopped my car, and immediately recognized Duane Beach, clad in a sweatshirt and athletic shorts. He explained that as he was in training for his big fight with Joe Louis next month, he could not accept my offer Gi a ride. I was very much interested, and as .ed who his manager was. He told me it was Wayne Clark, who himself had beaten L uis in ’45 but had been forced to leave the ring due to a broken back received as a result of the fight. Duane gave me tickets to the fight, and after promising to attend, i drove on. By this time it was past lunch time, so, leeling the pangs of hunger I cruised around town looking for a good place to eat. At last I came to a place called the “Aw Com-on inn.” This, I decided, was as good a place as any, so I went in. When the waiter came to take my order, I saw that it was Jack Culbertson, who was the owner of the place. As I was eating my cheese sandwich—which is all I allow myself these days—I visited with Jack. He said he was doing a very good business and was making money selling hamburgers camouflaged chicken fricasee to high class lady customers. His experience back in ’41 at the Shadix and Silver Diners had indeed stood him in good stead. It was from Jack that I learned of the existence of two new factories in town. Marjorie Cook owned a potato chip factory but was eating so many of the chips that she seldom had any left to sell. Richard Fuller had founded “The Fuller-Full-Brush Shaving Company,” and when I remembered Dick’s all-too-obvious whiskers, I could well understand the irony of this. Jimmy Wheeler and Josephine Bennett were in partnership and spent their days trying to perfect a practical reducer. They had worried so much about this invention that they had lost all their excess avoirdupois and were living testimonies to its merits once it was invented. Marie Harrington has become executive