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

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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

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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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There gloom the dark, broad seas. secretary to the mayor of Conneaut, and is hard at work on a set of simplified shorthand forms. The mayor, whom I knew back in ’41, Clarence Hall, has the distinction of being the youngest mayor in this section of the country. He is also known as “rapid-transit” Hall, due to his method of getting revolutionary measures passed in the city council. Two out of the graduating class of 1941 are in Hollywood. Roy Frank is a studio technician making radios on the side. His expert handling of the sound effects for our senior assembly was an able recommendation for him. Jack Maki, currently known as Gable Tyrone, is a movie star, and is dazzling the girls on the set with his curly blonde hair, just as he used to dazzle the senior girls ’way back in ’41. Joyce Holdson and Vaughn Herbel have collaborated on a book called “How to Quarrel Effectively,” and again I remembered the fights they used to have back in 207. Joyce is still looking for the perfect man and as a result, is still unmarried. Flora Langdon has made a name for herself in New York, designing dresses and is now nationally known as “Madame Flour-ette.” Mae Lawrence is her most famous model, and has won recognition by being the only model who doesn’t eat Ry-Crisp or drink Welch’s Grape Juice. Tom Schlaich has won the Nobel Prize in Science and is now professor at Harvard; John Liimataine is posing for Charles Atlas ads and coaches a 'boxing team at the Y. M. C. A. on the side; Adolph Kultti has perfected an automatic seat adjuster for lowering seats in sociology classes when one is unprepared; Sylvia Sivak and Fran-cina Seibert are now successful dramatic actresses on the stage and are appearing currently in “Amboy Epic”, a sequel to “The Philadelphia Story.” Elizabeth Herman, Elsie Shultz and Ina Orrenmaa are the founders of the “Anti-Giggle League,” and are flooding the markets with pamphlets on “How to Be 111 at Ease Without Giggling.” Joe Dickey is a successful salesman for Oldsmobiles and dashes around thither and yon in his ’41 making frantic calls on prospective customers. Ed Powell, our class lawyer back in ’41 has made that his permanent profession, and is now a national figure due to his successful proof that the Died Scott decision was unconstitutional. Marjorie Montgomery and Pauline Ring have made their fortunes selling insurance. Marjorie drives and Pauline sells. The speaker we had in Vocational Guidance class back in ’41 really set them to thinking. Shirley Alstrom, Robert Glenn and Barbara Blakeslee are taking post graduate courses at Rowe, but they spend their time passing five and ten minute tests at two bits each for disgruntled second year typists. Betty Bartlett's classic profile is gracing Redbook covers regularly and she spends her leisure moments carrying books on her head to acquire poise; Lynn Chapman, John Joslin, Otis Osborne and Leonard Kuhn are all established members of the Arthur Murray Dance School. They have jointly invented a new dance step known as the “Slinky Slip,” which has taken the country by storm. Edward Titus has just been named champion squirrel shooter of the world. Raymond Kostura has printed an English literature textbook with supplements of Greek tragedies in the back of it. This text is widely used in Rowe High, where Ray studied loud and long on these same subjects. Viola Kultti is still collecting money for various enterprises, but she seems to have centered her activities as a social worker on going from house to house getting contributions for the “Help Our Helpless Felines” fund. Mary Best has realized her ambition at last, and is now head of a home for foundling guinea pigs, whom she nurses tenderly and rents out to the scientific research laboratory. Viola Curtis has become affiliated with the “Curtis Candy Company” and has bought out the Senior class of 1951, who are now forced to rely on a special laundry delivery service to provide them with the finances for the annual Senior trip. As Jack finished this last bit of news, I glanced at my watch, and my eyes widened with horror. It was 4:30 and I had to drive all the way back to Amboy before 6! I hastily gathered my belongings together and sped, thinking as I went, “No sir, the old town hasn’t changed a bit.” Georgia McElroy