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

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visits to Pierpont to whoever might be interested in them. Maybe she can also time her visits when we have only half days of school. To Evelyn Dalrymple, I, ARLENE SCHLAICH, transmit my interest in overtown doings, such as the skating rink. All Wednesdays are presented to her with my compliments. As a reminder of my years spent here, I, SHIRLEY BRAUCH, leave my beautiful red shoes to Pauline Petro. Maybe she will be able to wear them sooner and oftener than I could coax myself to do. After careful, and perhaps tearful, consideration, I, ELIZABETH BAIRD, bestow my bewitching dimples on Flora Hall. I feel sure that the teasing won’t annoy her. To that junior physics student, Edward Moisio, I, DAVID JACOBS, cheerfully give my love of chemistry. If he will open his books three times to my one, Mr. Ward might appreciate him more than he did me. My strong right arm for carrying books home, I, MARY RING, bequeath to some studious junior, such as Ruth Best, who will have need of jt. I admonish Ruth always to remember “business (meaning school work) before pleasure.” I, DOROTHY RAPOSE, bestow my title of “Rosie the Riveter” to Ida Mae Jones. I often wondered if the “roses” that bloom in my cheeks had anything to do with my having this name. I, DWANE WHEELER, will my system for getting to school on time to Iris Kent. He can reform for next year, as I did for this year .... or did I just think that I had reformed ? Although I, PAUL IRISH, didn’t indulge in the pastime so very much, I will tell anyone who wants the method, my tested and proved way for successful study hall sleeping. I, ARCHIE BUIE, transmit my speechlessness in P.O.D. class to David Fisher. Maybe he will be able to express himself satisfactorily, even while under fire from Mr. Holdson. Now that I am going into the big world of grownups, I, ELSIE GABEL, no longer want my little girl talk. So I grant the privilege of using it to Gertrude Shumake, and request that all refrain from teasing. I, RUTH WALTERS, give to any Latin student my rules for successfully doing language lessons at noon. (One tip—better have a couple of smart friends who get their lessons beforehand.) To Marion Braden, I, JANE ROSS, bequeath my knowledge of Creamery milk affairs, so that Mr. Hershey will always have an informat in next year’s Consumer Ed. class. Remember—tell facts just as they are. My perserverance, I, EVELYN COLE, will to Jean Bartlett. If she tries in Shorthand II as hard as I tried, perhaps she, too, can win fame and acclaim. I, VIVIAN LANE, grant to Bernadine Yusko the right to use my pet expression— “I betcha.” Perhaps she can make as good use of it as I did, when arguing with teachers. It's quite effective. “I PHYLLIS HERBEL, do hand over my arduous duties as PILOT LIGHT editor-in-chief to Ruth Akerley, if she can get the position. Best of luck to her in writing to-the-point editorials. To that petite junior, Norman Kezertie, I, GRACE HALL, donate my black and blue socks, with the stipulation that she, at least, keep them in good order. My beautiful blond hair, I, REBECCA WRIGHT, bestow on Neiva Congdon. She might find that tip curl that slips out of place once in awhile very effective in attracting attention. As the sole gifted giggler for this class, I, JEANNE PH1LLEY, will this endearing talent to Barbara Kaiser. Remember, only laugh when everybody else is laughing. To Audrey Kirkwood, I, MURIEL ERICKSEN, leave my unwritten motto— “don’t do any lesson you don’t want to; what you don’t know won’t kill you.” I have been heard to say, quote: I am saving my brain for my old age, unquote. I, ELSA KESATIE, leave behind me to whoever the coming senior class elects for the job next year, my rules and regulations for being a highly successful senior class scribe (secretary to you). I, KENNETH ROBERTS, endow my very original notions of chivalry to Robbie Puffer. Ours is supposed to be an untamed generation, so he can carry on where I left off.

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lis Herbel has just won the title of world’s champion woman wrestler after losing four front teeth—must he she made use of those dumbells Santa Clause Jacobs gave her during the senior Christmas assembly. On turning the page, I saw the column, “Cupid’s Helper” by Jean Miller. There is an argument as to who is more famous, she or Dorothy Dix. I also noticed a picture of tne queerest looking ship and upon reading the article I learned that Charles Sippola had finally achieved his life long ambition cf flying to Mars in his space ship, The Star Dust. Still another article that caught my eye featured Archie Buie, who had joined the Navy on the day of graduation, and has been commissioned an admiral. I sighed as I tossed my paper aside and decided it was about time I get into that bunk that awaited me in the corner. As I crawled under the covers, I thought that even as great and famous as our class had grown we had neglected to make all those changes in our town we had discussed in P. O. D. class. Senior Class Will We, the 1943 Senior Class of Dear Old Rowe High, believing, (or at least hoping) ourselves to be sound of mind and body, do wish to leave this last will and testament behind to serve as a reminder of our sunny faces and winning ways, long after we have passed through these doors for the last time as students, and go out into the ranks of the alumni. And so to begin: As I wouldn’t want to wish it on anyone in particular, I, BETTY WRIGHT, just leave behind my ability to make inopportune remarks. Perhaps Frances Main can handle this trait effectively. My skill for reciting at length in class, I, FRED HIRSiMAKl, grant to Evelyn Karal. It ought not to be hard for her to tay more in class than I ever did. I, DONNA MAE CLARK, impart to that dashing man-about-town, Richard Clark (no relation), some of my excess spirits. May he have the fun out of living that I have. So that the next year’s readers of the PILOT LIGHT may have hair-raising and nerve racking mystery stories, and lesser items of a literary nature, I, ETHEL PA-LA GYI, pass along my job as feature editor to whoever is willing to take the burdensome task. I, LAWRENCE BEST, grant my talent in criminal law to Edward Shumake. If he proves himself worthy of this, he can also have my philosophical nature to supplement the first bequest. To the matter-of-fact Georgiana Kako, I, HARRIETT SMITH, bequeath my credulity. I can’t take it with me out into this cold, cruel world. She might also find use for my Southern accent. I, JEAN MILLER, will my extremely cautious nature to Shirley Blood, and advise her never to come to school if she thinks measles, or maybe mumps, might catch up with her. To whatever junior who thinks himself suited to the task, I, EMERSON PAGE, entrust the job of keeping the senior room supplied with cartoons. Incidentally—find ones that won’t need to be explained. I, WILBUR hILLYER, endow Bill Phil-ley with my pugilistic talent. Ben Roberts can testify to the might of my muscles, when the count of ten. was given him one fifth period in the senior room. My silent, respectful attitude in chemistry, I, CHARLIE SIPPOLA, yield to Richard Armstrong (that is—if he takes the subject). Maybe Mr. Ward will not find it necessary to squelch him as much as he did me. So that Mr. Deevers will have someone to reprimand in Shorthand II, I, FLORENCE PARRIS, will my studiousness in connection with that subject to the junior shorthand whiz, Carol Ward. To Helen Fisch, I, ELIZABETH HOGLE, contribute some of my reserve and lady-like ways. I have plenty, thanks, and I think that Helen can do with some. I, BEATRICE TAYLOR, relinquish my :e 17 ■

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To whoever is in need of it, I JOHN MONONEN, transmit my even temper. I hope this bequest will be appreciated by all who have to tread gently near those whose tempers are made of much more inflammable material than mine. I, DORIS KOPP, pass along to Dora Zeppettella my ability to get such an imposing list of grades. But, Dora, budget your time well, because the midnight oil is rationed. My beautiful rosy red blush, I, GORDON STOKER, will to most anybody, though I don’t know who would want it. Doggonit, I bet that I am blushing right now. I, CHRISTINE JONES, part with my ahead-of-the-times notions of school styles. They are for the use of any junior, for whatever purpose her discretion indicates. In order that the kids next year will know some of the local dirt, I, KATHRYN NELSON, reveal my “Katy Kate” methods to Delores Davis. Don’t print anything that will cause libell suits, though. I, ESTHER MONTGOMERY, leave behind my artistic temperament to Dorothy Norton, to remind others of me. You know what the artistic temperament is supposed to be like, don’t you? To Eunice Hicks, I, HELEN CLARK, bequeath my willowy figure. There are no beauty secrets. Also she may have my unobtrusive nature, that must be a welcome relief to the faculty. My methods for successfully putting off assignments, and sometimes not even doing them at all, I, RICHARD BUNNELL, pass along to Joe Greenfield. It will be easy for Joe to make use of this bequest, because there is nothing to do. I, JAMES QUINN, hand down my passion for checkers to whoever will sharpen his wits for battle at noon in the typing room. He will probably get plenty of competition. Since my loud laughter won me so much criticism from various teachers, I. PHILLIP PUFFER, honor Gene Spieldenner with this distinquishing feature. May he know, more often than I did, what he is laughing about. And, last but not least, I, JEAN LOUISE TITUS, drained of thought and probably in dutch with everyone afore mentioned testators, bring this will to a close, hoping that everyone will accept my remarks in the friendly spirit in which they were meant. I bequeath this will-writing task to whoever the junior class feels would be able to stand up under the strain demanded. In Witness, Whereof, we have hereunto subscribed our names the 21st day of May in the year of our Lord Nineteen Hundred and Forty-three. Signed: Class of ’43, Attorney—Jean Louise Titus Witnesses (Seal). 19