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

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Senior Class Wil We, the Rowe High School Senior Class of 1950 hereby present our last will and testament, believing whole-heartedly that we do possess strong spirits and sound minds. As a class, we first of all leave our home room to that lucky junior class. May it serve them as well as it has served us. To Bob Horwood and A1 Gee, we, James Bunnell and Don Williams will our dashing tactics in basketball. If you have trouble with the referee, just remember that the hand is quicker than the eye. To Gary Evans, we. Bill Turner and Bob Richardson will our habit of being absent from school during a few days of each hunting season. Try presenting a rabbit to each member of the faculty, and maybe you won’t need an excuse. I, Hugh Hubbard, bequeath my hatred of all women to James Bayer. You have no idea how much money you will save, and you will never be inclined to fall asleep in study hall. We, Jean and Joan Miller, do will our golden locks to Mary Ann Buki. We are tired of having everyone guess which twin has the Toni. I, Chuck Waddle, will to any junior who can get away with it, my fiendish ideas for Chemistry experiments. Mr. DeVan is considering a new emergency escape door for the Chemistry lab because of my new atom experiment. To Shirley Redding, I, Irja Napp bequeath my knowledge of English. You may be Mrs. Lynchs’ protege. I, Betty Lou Perry, the junior partner in Perry’s Antique Shoppe, do will my job to Nela Litwiler. The main objective in this business is to keep from dropping valuable objects. To those two junior short stops, Tom Picard and Ronnie Punkar, we Ed Fiala and Bob Whitman bequeath some of our height. This should come in handy during the basketball season. I, Connie Lovell, will to Veryl Colby, my characteristic southern accent. You-all will find that the boys all fall for it. To Bob Flick, I, Tom Beers will my girl in Baltimore. They say that “absence makes the heart grow fonder,” so don’t make too many trips down there. We, Arlene Hanger and Charleen Quinn, will to Irene Olson and Sally Shuster our knack for playing a good game of intramural basketball. Twenty-five points per game is a good average. I, Birdena Gilbraith, do will my driving ability to Marian Cummins. As far as I’m concerned, red lights and stop signs are only highway decorations. To Bonnie Nickels. I. Leota Kennedy, will my reputation of getting to school just as the tardy bell rings. You will find this much easier to accomplish if you don’t get up until eight forty-five.

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As the second act started we found ourselves deposited in the freshman home room. We were faced by the greatest ordeal of our lives—the initiation “dished out” by those vicious seniors. On the great night, awaiting our fate, we were huddled, fifty-one of us, in the music room. We looked very cute, but felt extremely foolish with our animal masks and our clothes worn backward. None of us will ever fotget the day Chuck (Curly) Waddle arrived at school with curly hair. The next day he had a butch. As full-fledged Rowe High students we elected Jim Bunnell, President; Joe Stimac, Vice-President; Jean Miller, Secretary; and Charleen Quinn, Treasurer. Under the leadership of these students and Mr. Hirshey we completed our freshman year and sponsored the “Freshman Frolic.” Our sophomore year, under the guidance of Mr. Saari, was a very busy year. We sponsored two roller-skating parties, several bake sales, sold candy at basketball games and shared the responsibility of a Freshman-Sophomore dance. Our “guiding lights” were Joy Wheeler, President; Joe Stimac, Vice-President; Don Williams, Secretary; and Birdena Gilbraith, Treasurer. Oh! That last mile up the stairs and we were juniors. Under the guidance of Mrs. Lynch we sold stationery; sponsored a dance; enjoyed a trip to Cleveland, where we visited the Museum of Natural History and the radio station, attended the Cleveland Indians baseball game and enjoyed a play. We also produced the play “Seventeen Is Terrific,” and entertained the seniors “down Mexico way” at the Junior-Senior Prom. The cast of the junior play included Joy Wheeler, Joan Eddy, George Richards, Joan Miller, Shirley Cole, Tom Beers, Carol Best, Hugh Hubbard, Barbara Williams. Jim Bunnell. Jean Downing, and Hallie Truax. Don Williams, President; Jim Bunnell, Vice-President; Ellen Eccleston, Secretary; and Birdena Gilbraith, Treasurer were elected to serve the class. Joy Wheeler and Jim Bunnell were elected by the faculty to the National Honor Society. Glory be! We were seniors! The first thing on our agenda was the freshman initiation. We were really slave drivers when the freshmen had to clean up the school. The varsity basketball team was built around Jim Bunnell and George Richards, who saw four years of action, and Don Williams, who saw three years of action. Tom Beers and Hallie Truax were on the reserve basketball team for two years. Joy Wheeler led cheers for four years while Charleen Quinn led cheers in her Junior year and Joan Miller and Arlene Hanger were on the reserve squad during their senior year. Ellen Eccleston. Barbara Williams, Fred Frank, and Don Williams joined Joy and Jim on the National Honor Society. Our officers were carried over from last year. We began working on the Senior Play “The Campbells Are Ccming”. The cast included Carol Best, Shirley Cole, Ellen Eccleston, Joy Wheeler, Barbara Williams, Jim Bunnell, Tom Bennett. Hugh Hubbard, Hallie Truax, and Don Williams. After the play and our trip to Niagara Falls and Crystal Beach, Canada, events seemed to rush us. We managed to prepare for class night, the prom, Baccalaureate and Commencement in the little time we had left after trading name cards and pictures. The curtain is finally down and now we are about to begin the sequel of our play. We bid a fond farewell to the halls of Rowe High, its students and the faculty, and step out into the world to find whatever fate has in store for us. We will indeed miss the familiar scenes which have grown so dear to us throughout the years, and we shall forever treasure the memories of our school days which have passed all too soon. We shall carry with us throughout our lives the high ideals and good principles instilled in us at Rowe, and each and every one of us will continually strive to make Rowe proud of us.

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I, George (Bing Crosby) Richards, will to Les (Spike Jones) Usher, my magnificent crooning voice. If you can sing louder than anyone else, you will have no competition. We. Barbara Bedette and Ellen Eccleston will to Joyce Spencer our capacity for scholastic achievement. Assignments are not at all hard if you make up your mind to do them. To Miriam Kultti, I Joy Wheeler, bequeath my job as cheerleader. After a few more years of practice, the aches and pains will cease to bother you. I, Robert Kahler, will my Buick to Gordon Griffey. If you have a car, you never will get lonesome. It is one taxi business that you don’t need a license for. To Dayton Greenfield, I, Tom Gilmore, will my liking for Industrial Arts. Keep a first aid kit handy, and you might survive the course. I, Joan Eddy, do bequeath my knowledge of P. O. D. to Tom King. Sit near the rear of the room, and perhaps Mr. Saari won’t discover you. To Greta Bristol, I, Jean Downing will my job at Grants. Remember the customer is always right, even if you don’t think so. We, Roy Dixon and Leland Baird do will our faithful jalopies to Mr. Nesha. He can use one in case his Ford breaks down again, and give the other to Steve, Junior. We, Barbara Williams and Delores Woodworth will our pleasing personalities to Lois Nelson. Remember the old saying, “Smile and the world smiles with you.” We, Donna Brown and Shirley Cole, do bequeath to that noisy junior, Vernon Atkins, our reputation for keeping quiet. You will never get in wrong if you open your mouth no more than is necessary for class recitation and eating. I, Hallie Truax, do bequeath to Leon “Mae” Jones my ability to make bright remarks in P. O. D. class. You don’t learn much that way, but “Keep ’em Laughing.” I, Carol Best, do will a certain junior boy to any girl in his class that can take good care of him. I will leave the ball and chain, and hand cuffs on him, so he won’t escape. To Jim Whitman, I, Thomas Bennett bequeath my curly hair and muscular physique. What girl wouldn’t fall for these assets? I, Fred Frank will to any semi-intelligent junior who cannot escape quickly enough the job of writing the will for the Class of ’51. The materials needed are one deficient brain, a ream of paper, a gallon of ink, ten pens, and a nice comfortable padded cell. Signed: Lawyer Witness Seal ★ ★ ★ SENIOR GIRLS WIN SOFTBALL CHAMPIONSHIP Although the victory mentioned in the fall writeup for intramural sports due to some conflict in the girls’ tournament, the senior girls also won the softball championship. The senior girls’ volleyball team hope to make it an all-around championship in intramural sports by winning the volleyball championship also.