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

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▲ DOROTHY J. BROWN— Port”—Shy little country maid with great big dimples. Clubs: Home Ec. 1-2-4: Art 3-4; 4-H 1-2-3-4; Operetta 1; Girls’ Chorus 1-2; Glee Club 4. VERA BLAKESLEE—“Blondie”—She’s tops on taps. Clubs: Dramatics 1-2-3-4; Home Ec. 1-2; 4-H 1-2-3-4; Girls’ Chorus 1-2; Glee Club 3; Operetta 1; Messiah 3; Paper Sales 3; Candy Sales 4. ROBERT FRAME— Abner —Rubbled over with slappiness. yet he had his serious side. Radio Play 4; operetta 1; A Cappella 2-3-4; Messiah 3 ; Jefferson Tests 2; Viking Saga staff 4. AUDREY HAZEL TINE—“Auddie”—She did her shorthand successfully during Chemistry class. Clubs: 4-H 1-2-3-4; Operetta 1; Girls’ Chorus 1-2; Pilot Eight staff 3-4; Viking Saga staff 3-4; Jefferson Tests 2. KATHERINE RRISTOL — Kay -Her uncanny wit astounded us. Conneaut High School 1. Clubs: French 3-4; Arts 3; Dramatics 2-3-4; Viking Saga staff 4; Jefferson Tests 2; Home Nursing 3; Jefferson Tests I-2-3-4. RORERT GAUS—“LOUIS”—No woman will ever get the last word while he’s around. Clubs: t-H Club 1-2-3-4; orchestra 1-2-3-4: Rand 1 -2-3-4: Operetta 1; Roys’ Chorus 1-2; Viking Saga staff 4; A Cappella 4. FLORA HUCKELBERRY—“Flo”—And dear little Flora with her big black braids, through Mrs. Kitchen’s French class wades. Clubs: Art 3; French 3-4; 4-H 1-2-4; Paper Sales 3. LA VERNA H ELM RRECHT — ’Heddy — We hope to see her in a South Sea island picture someday. West Springfield High School 1-2. Clubs: Home Ec. 4; Shorthand 4; Paper Sales 3; Candy Sales 4. JAMES WALTERS—“Jimmy”—Five feet seven inches of big-heartedness. Clubs: Riology 1-2; Airplane 1-2. Ind. Arts 3; Roys’ Chorus 1-2; Operetta 1; Basketball 2-3-4; Baseball 3-1. V1 RGINIA SPENC ’ E R—”G i n n ie —W d 1 - k now n giggle-bug. Clubs: Dramatics 1-2-3-4; French 3-1; Art 3; Viking Saga staff 4; Jefferson Tests 3: Kent Tests 3; Paper Sales 3; Home Nursing Class 3. Dorothy IIrown era Blahcslcc Robert Frame Audrey lla .eltine Katherine Bristol Robert Gails Flora Huckleberry liHvema llclmbrecht James Walters Virginia Spencer 13

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HAROLD BELNAP— Butch —Ho was always ready to go except when he was sleeping. Conservation Club 3. Ilnrulil Ilelnnp ICIoImc Kvans Dorothy Kopp June It lug Charles Devercnux Helen Fogg II axel Kirkwood Itieliard Springer Leonard Itlood 1 Uriel Quluit I to e Prolong IIlard Puffer A ELOISE EVANS— Moe”—Capability personified. Clubs: Library 4; Home Ec. 1-2: Dramatics 2-3; Shorthand 4, 4-H 2-3; Class Play 3; Operetta 1; Girls’ Chorus 1-2; I ilot Light staff 2-3-4; Viking Saga staff 2-3-4; Jefferson Tests 1-2: Kent Tests 2: National Honor Society 4; Paper Sales 3; Candy Sales 4. DOROTHY MAE KOPP—“Dot”—Our quiet likeable newcomer. Sandy Lake (Pa.) High School 1-2-3; Glee Club 4. JUNE RING— Shorty —She liked all subjects. but that of Delilah. Clubs: Dramatics 4; 4-H 1-2-3-4; Operetta 1; Girls’ Chorus 1-2: Glee Club 3-4; Messiah 3; A Cappella 1-2-3-4; Viking Saga staff 4; Jefferson Tests 1-2-3; Kent Tests 3; National Honor Society 3-4, Paper Sales 3; Jefferson Tests 1-2-3-4. CHARLES DEVERAUX—“Chuck — A-l exception to Early to bed. early to rise. Warren G. Harding High School. Warren. Ohio, 1-2; Conservation Club 3; Class Play 3. HELEN FOGG— Moe —She picked up her pencil and the pictures streamed out. Emerson School 1; Lakewood School 2. Clubs: Dramatics 3: Ind. Arts 2; French 3-4; Class Play 3; Pilot Light staff 4; Viking Saga staff 4; Home Nursing 3; Kent Tests 3; National Honor Society 4; Jefferson Tests 3-4. HAZEL KIRKWOOD — “Haze — Stick-to-it-iveness. Clubs: Art 2; Library 4; Pilot Light staff 3-4; Viking Saga staff 3-4; Paper Sales 3. RICHARD SPRINGER— Dick —Our handsome. dashing man-about-town. who’s really smooth—and not only on the basketball floor. Clubs: 4-H 1: Conservation 2-3; Operetta 1; Roys’ Chorus 1-2; Viking Saga staff 4; Basketball 2-3-4; Track 3-4; Student Council 4. LEONARD BLOOD—'“Len —Girl-shy Casper Milquetoast. Clubs: Ind. Arts 1-2-3-4; Art 4; Dramatics 3-4; Radio Play 3. MURIEL QUINN— Mooney —Slaved like a machine to run off Pilot Lights. Clubs: Home Ec. 1; Library 4; Shorthand 4; Operetta 1; Girls' Chorus 1-2; Basketball 1; Class Treasurer 1; Pilot Light staff 3-4; Viking Saga staff 4; Paper Sales 3; Candy Sales 4. ROSE PROLONG— Butch —Fashion magazine addict deluxe. Home Ec. Club 1; Operetta 1; Girls’ Chorus 1-2; Paper Sales 3. WILLARD PUFFER— Willie”—He used a pencil of Originality. Clubs: Dramatics 1-2-3-4: French 3-4; 4-H 1-2-3; Class Play 3: Radio Play 3; Operetta 1; Boys’ Chorus 1-2; Pilot Light staff 4; Viking Saga staff 4; Jefferson Tests 3; Junior Red Cross 1-2-3-4. 12 ▼

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 SENIOR CLASS HISTORY Our mothers have kept records of our first steps, our first words, our first smiles. But soon we separately-recorded creatures were banded together for the beginning of our contacts with the great, wide world outside our own homes. The first grade! Our present class thrived as triplets—Amboy, Farnham and East Conneaut. But the story is as one. Rhythm bands, sandbox farms, learning to read, jumping rope, marbles, jacks, the multiplication tables, ante-i-over, fox-and-geese, a scolding or two, pom-pom pullaway, code messages—and a thousand more blocks which go to make up the crazy-quilt of grade school. The faces of several first-graders at East Main Road School were red once upon a time. The obliging whirly-gig granted forbidden rides to the dear little creatures. After a short business meeting with the teacher acting as chairman, their—did I say faces?—were red. Paul was singled out from the other first grader boys to have the honor (?) of sitting on teacher’s lap. The wee lad, so exhausted from being—angelic, fell asleep. An innocent garter snake was once ushered into Patty’s crumpled coat by a band of fourth grade desperadoes. She expelled him with a screech like an owl’s. The Amboy sixth grade teacher took an unexpected skid on the freshly oiled floor. Oh! Our hearts vaulted up into our throats. Perhaps she had broken a leg (we hoped.) She might be unconscious. Yet she had clawed at a desk on the downward flight. Then—she moved. Ah, heck, she was O. K. She arose. Our little hearts collapsed. Our little round eyes followed her outstretched arm to her hand where her thumb hung— dripping with a coal-black liquid called ink. Then the deadly silence was shattered by cackles, giggles and guffaws. The years murmured on until the day, diplomas, tied with narrow red ribbon, were presented “grads” of Amboy, Farnham, and Rowe. If we weren’t already green freshmen we turned that color from fright on the evening of freshmen initiation. However, we led the “cruel” seniors a merry chase and did all the wacky things they demanded—“or else.” This was the night that Hub’s dress slipped its moorings. What I mean is—Hub masqueraded as a “gurl” and his “gown” was tucked up to show his legs to advantage. But what goes up must come down—and his hem did just that. Why faces turn crimson! When Paul becomes a minister may he remember the time he swished and swayed as a “hula-hula girl” (admission—one cent) at our sophomore Thanksgiving party. Johnny couldn’t foretell it, but this year was his first step as a third-termer president. Then our class was dissected when we turned juniors. We were back where we started from as freshmen—Room 316 and 314. One room and one room should make two rooms. But in our case, one room and one room made one group. If a play goes over with a bang, do you call it a banging success? If you do, “Aunt Susie Shoots the Works” was that. Lights went on and off—love pills were munched —and “if you don’t mind my sayin’ so” got on peoples’ nerves. The cast will never forget their unique and breath-taking rides after practice in a certain milk truck. Them was the “good ole days.” So say the cast: Whipple, Devereaux, Bunnell, Evans, Ashby, Turner, Puffer, Scully, Fogg and Cole. Sailor scenes were the “thing” at our junior-senior prom. A super decorating committee had erected the lighthouse of lighthouses in the gym center and the music room was a melody of blue and white. Do you remember clanging the ship’s bell? Then quick as lightning, we blossomed (or am I being optimistic) into master minds. At least, I’m safe in saying we became seniors. Re-elected junior officers Holdson, Whipple, Turner and Scully took up the reins as we romped through our Mutt and Jeff year—the longest, yet the shortest. We were seniors! We were back together again! Everything was a little bit of all right. 14