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

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Class UJill We, the senior class of 1946, being surfeited with knowledge and believing ourselves to be of sound mind and body have hereby recorded our last will and testament to dispose of, as stated in the above-mentioned bequests, our most valued possessions as follows: To ED THAYER, I CLARENCE KENNEDY, do bequeath my ability to get up at 8:50, eat my wheaties, crank my jalogy at least three times, and dash into 307 before MRS. KITCHEN can erase my name from the absent slip. To NEAL WRIGHT, that dashing Romeo, I. JAMES HARMON, will my ability to stroll through the hall and to each good looking girl say, “Hi’ya baby, what’s cookin'?” They’ll love you for it, too. I, LYLE NORTON, do bequeath to BOB SHUMAKE, that dead eye with the rifle, my ability to be absent from school two to three days a week in hunting season. In handing in your excuse you’ll need plenty of luck; so always carry a rabbit’s foot in your hip pocket. To JOYCE ANN CHILDS and DOTTIE HEWS, we HARRIET MONTGOMERY and LOIS GILLESPIE will our giggle and noon excursions through the hall. I, CATHERINE KAKO, and I do not like to be called farmer, do bequeath my quiet air to PAT DAG-GITT hoping that she will benefit from it as I did. I, BETTY THAYER, do bequeath my all alluring personality to IMO-GENE CRAWFORD. This feat enables me to play “brat roles” without difficulty. I. DORIS HEALY. will to KATHERINE OSBORNE exactly 49 7-8 pounds so that you won’t be blown away in a strong gale. So that we shall always have apples in Lakeville, to CLEO RHOADES. I RICHARD ARM STRONG, alias DICKIE, will my share of the Ring estate. To TED HIRSIMAKI, I, DON RANTA, do bequeath my secret shaving lotion, Fade Away! After you use this, there’s no cluster in your duster. So that you'll always be a successful farmer. I, STANLEY GRAHAM, will to VIRGIL ANDES my love and affection for chickens, trusting you will donate two to the senior chicken supper as I did. So that the senior class may always have that bright glow, I, ROBERT MOISIO, will to JIM KANTOLA my blush. I wish I could really be rid of it that easily. I, MARCELLA BEST, do bequeath to MARTHA YOU HARR my recipe for delicious spaghetti. One warning —garlic is offensive to others. To keep MRS. KITCHEN amused I, ROBERT CHURCHILL, do bequeath to RAY FOGG my famous giggle. So that the Rowe cheering section will be noted throughout the country I, PAUL EVANS, will my atomic voice to MARION STEBLY. To my charming sister JANE, I BESSIE RING will this single statement: If ARMSTRONG and RHOADES think they’ll get the old man’s apples, they’re nuts. To BETTY CIDILA, I. JEANNE WHEELER, and you’d better start running if you call me “Beef,” do bequeath my ability to collect money from the seniors for worthy causes. To .anyone who is interested, I ROBERT JARVI, will my knowledge of and ability to fix flat tires. So that the teachers will not miss me, I, CLIFFORD OSBORNE, do bequeath to MILTON RUDLER the And we in unremembered graves may sleep. -¥■★★★ ★ ★ ★ Page 21

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HEALY, broadcasting her weekly program, “Men Are a Menace,” or “How to Catch a Man in 10 Easy Lessons.” It didn’t take me long to agree with that title, so I snapped off the radio and reached over to awaken the driver. With a drowsy, “Where to lady?” he slid into high gear and in a flash I was breezing around a clover-leaf turn. After I collected my wits I stammered, “TUTTLE Toe Shovel Works.” Those feet, that hair—don't I know this guy? It’s RICH WHEELER, how could I forget him! At the same time RICH said—“Aren’t you— sure you are.” I asked him if he ever ran into any of the old gang. RICHIE replied, “Half of the class is on Main Street and the rest are somewhere in this neck-of-the-woods.” Giving me the low-down on some of them, he related that LISLE NORTON had been wandering from one job to another, trying to find himself, while his poor everlovin’ wife and six children are cold and hungry. We drove past Lakeville Memorial Hospital where CATHERINE “Butcher” KAKO performs all the major operations. The head nurse, HARRIET MONTGOMERY, was taking a south-sea cruise to cure her heart condition. Here we are at “TUTTLE Toe Shovel Works.” This is always another enjoyable stop, because my school chum, BETTY THAYER works here. I sauntered into the outer office and was ushered right into the manager’s inner sanctum. JACK’S report revealed that shovels are on the way out, even his type that you manipulate with your toe as you sit in a chair. On my way out, BETTY stopped me and invited me to bunk with her and take in a dance. Having nothing better to do, I promised to pick her up at four o’clock. Boarding the Whiz Dizzer, I landed on HIRSHEY Boulevard, with cwo jerks and several bumps. As I walked down the street, I noticed a sign that read “STEVIE'S Male Clinic.” It seems that THELMA STEPHENSON tries to trip male passers-by to interest them in her beauty salon. Continuing my walk, I was stopped by THELMA ATKINS PROPER, who breathlessly told me she must hurry home to put the roast in the oven, because she was entertaining LOIS GILLESPIE EVANS and family in just one hour. LOIS has her hands full with ten little tots to keep out of trouble. Is that a new city hall over there? Sure enough. Trying to cross the wide boulevard, I almost had an accident. Open manholes are dangerous. But what do you think was in that manhole—BOB MOISIO, now City Engineer. His blush gives him away every time. There on the windows of the streamlined City Hall appeared two names, J. ALLAN PUNKAR, Mayor, and STANLEY B. GRAHAM, City Solicitor. ALLAN apparently has done wonders for Lakeville, in his five years as mayor. Lakeville finally has succeeded in annexing the entire area which formerly extended out into the lake, reclaimed several square miles, and turned them into a wonderful boulevard and exclusive residential section. A loud crash in the street turned out to be a collision of two milk trucks. Upon examining them more closely, I found that they bore the name of “ARMSTRONG Moo-Juice, Inc. and “ASHBY Vita Pure Dairy. Looking again at the pieces of the ASHBY truck, I recalled reading in the PIER-PONT TIMES that RUTH injects a serum into her cows so they’ll produce vitamin enriched milk, buttermilk, chocolate milk, and thick milk shakes. On the ARMSTRONG truck appeared the slogan, “For strong arms and weak minds drink ARMSTRONG’S Vitamin IQ Double Zero Milk.” DICK would indulge in “corn”—as always. I heard he is still a bachelor and almost given up hope of ever winning BESSIE MAE. In the window of a hat shop, sat MARCELLA BEST, creating new hats, if that’s what you call them. On the corner, stood PAULINE KOS-TURA on a soapbox, trying to sell a cold cream that would make you beautiful overnight. All I could see was about fifty men—good prospects?? (continued on page 55) Page 20 if ★ ★ ★ it ★ -¥■ If we break faith with them we too shall fall

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knack of being everywhere but where I’m supposed to be. I, ELIZABETH WADDLE, bequeath my delicate features and gracefulness to RAYMOND USHER so that he can be one of our future jitterbugs. In order that our devotions never fail. I, KATHRYN BOSICK. will to ELIZABETH MONTGOMERY my willingness to play the piano whenever asked—with at least a half-minute notice. I, MILDRED KULTTI, will my cheerleading ability which enables me to do cartwheels with record breaking speed, to that junior cut-up, MAXINE REETS. I, ALLAN PUNKAR, shall bestow upon DOUG WOODWORTH my love for bright ties. It’s embarrassing, though, when your girl-friend says, “Is the sun coming up or have you bought a new tie? To keep them always smiling, to FRANK MERCH. I. RUDOLPH VALENTINO alias Merlin McCley McCRARY, will my ability to woo the women. A tip: If you can’t do it by talking, start playing the drums. So the noon period may be spirited, I. EVELYN HUCKLEBERRY, do bequeath to HELEJ'J BROWN my astonishing ability to play basketball. Though you will never break my record, I, JERRY PUFFER, do bestow to CHUCK SMITH the art of getting to school at least one minute to nine. To FRED OSBORNE. I, BOB SCHLAICH, will my title of “Chief fender masher” of the Amboy Fire Department. I, RUTH ASHBY, do bequeath to GERT ADAMS, my photographic figure, for reference ask any senior girl about the shower room episode. I. MARGARET (Brains) DEWEY, do bequeath to that cyclonic junior, JANE COBLENTZ, my love and devotion to the Navy, may she have smooth sailing. Since I shall be graduating this year. I. PAULINE KOSTURA, do Destow upon any junior girl my fondness for “birds.” Especially Swanns. To STARR BRISTOL, whose thoughts are also of the farm, I, ROY HUSTON, will the task of answering all inquiries about a farm in P. O. D. class. MR. HOLDSON is no greenhorn; so be correct. I. LAURA YUSKO. will my talent for getting the Pilot Light out to some unsuspecting victim. I haven’t the heart to name anyone. I. THELMA ATKINS, do bequeath to EILEEN CALKINS my intentions of fulfilling my life long ambition to attend a “Proper” institution of learning in order to become the first professor of Lakeville College. Hoping you won’t have indigestion, to SHIRLEY EMHOFF, I, MARI LYN STOKER will my ability to swallow my noonday rations and dash to the senior room to have a few extra glances at my one-and-only. I, BILL COLBY, do bequeath to EARL HEALY my Casanova smile and speechmaking ability. A warning! Over three words makes a speech too long and monotonous. So you’ll always be popular, I, THELMA STEPHENSON, do bequeath to DORIS JOSLIN my Hercules muscles and Osborne feet. We shall no longer be referred to as the weaker sex. I, JACK TUTTLE, and don’t call me “Turtle” do bestow my ability to beat the drums to that man-about-town, DON HORWOOD. I. RICHARD WHEELER, in hopes that I have not made too many enemies, bequeath the honor of writing the senior class will to any junior “eager beaver” who is willing to undertake the task—a simple job for anyone mentally unbalanced. In witness to the above, we have subscribed our names on this 17th day of May in the year of our Lord Nine teen Hundred and Forty-Six. Signed: Class of ’46 Lawyer: Richard Wheeler Witnesses: Seal: Page 22 ★★★★★★★ So blow, brave-noted, through our ranks of doubt;