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

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force that it crushed through the town with great violence—stopping at this exact spot. A supermobile is moving at snail’s pace over on the other lane. No wonder it’s moving so slowly; there’s a man pushing it! And, believe it or not, it’s Leonard (Muscles) Simpson. His wife (you guessed it—Barbara Williams) took all the atoms out of the fuel tank for her atomic hair curler! After “Einstein” Bill Turner, invented the atomic storage unit, many wives have plundered this vast source of energy to the chagrin of the man. Bill turned to invention to solace a broken heart. I now can make out the interior of radio station B. A. M. D.—owned and named for the multi-millionaire, “Bet a Million Dixon.” Why that’s my classmate Roy Dixon! Back in Rowe he was always inclined to bet on any odds at any time. And now at one of his microphones I can see the beautiful opera singer, Irja Napp, because of whose wonderful voice, two countries have become better friends. A glance at another screen identifies the new mystery laugh of the quiz show—the giggles of Donna Brown. Her undefinable laugh was cultivated at our Old Alma Mater. As my eyes move along the sound studios I can see three familiar faces, those of Shirley Cole, Betty Lou Perry, and Leota Kennedy. The trio of well blended voices is singing their new song, “Give Me a Man and Money.” Now, as a mist closes over the radio screen I can invision a newspaper before me. The headlines read, “Arlene Hanger. Prominent Citizen, Rebukes Night Clubs.” Under the headlines there are the headings, “Connie Lovell—manager of “The Sun-mau Club” held pending charges. Lovell and Hanger, old school chums, disagree and fireworks start! Another front page article states,—“Jean Downing, air stewardess, Credited With Saving Twenty-two Lives in Stratocruiser Crash.” In high school Jean had always talked of being a stewardess. And now as the pages are turned what’s this in the Want Ads? “Man wanted to do light housework. Must be thirty years of age, single, and good looking. Call 19-80426 or see Miss Jean Miller at 1202 Venus Avenue.” It looks as if Jean still hasn’t found her man; Another ad reads, “Ladies, why be pushed around and lose your place at sales? Take my course, developed over a period of fifteen years, to build your muscles Be as strong and womenly as Char-leen Quinn, “Miss Atlas of the Atomic Age.” Now my eyes rove over to the sports page. The headlines read “Girls team beats House of David quintet. Girl hoopsters coached by Birdena Gilbraith—famed player.” And Birdena never played at school either! As I glance at the editorial page, I notice a by-line by Tom Bennett—concerning the topic of the ever-present question of juvenile delinquency. Tom spent many years working out a plan to keep his eight children out of mischief. He states here that his neighbor, an old fashioned maid by the name of Dolores Woodworth, has reported to the constable complaining of neighborhood disturbances! “Vaguely I can make out the society page: Thomas Gilmore—radio announcer is engaged to a prominent socialite—movie actress—Betty Davis! Another article states, Mrs. Stuart Curtis, the former Joan Eddy, dumbfounds society with astounding new hair styling. The up sweeps she devises literally fly. Things are getting really blurred but I can make out the comic strip called “Bill Turntable,” brain child, by the renowned cartoonist, Bob Richardson. Bob graduated from doodling his love affairs on his old school books to caricaturing in a very short time. All I make out now is a bright torturing light—now I remember! I must have seen all my old classmates while I was under the knife wielded by the world famous Dr. Fred Frank. All the chagrin, embarrassment, and humiliation I have suffered—all because I swallowed my false teeth. But, it was worth it—to once again see my classmates!

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Senior Class Pro ph ecy “Breath deep Jim—that’s the way. Ah! Now you’re doing fine! Can you still see me Jim?” “Hey Doc—you’re getting hazy!” “Don’t worry. Everything is under control Jim.” I feel as if I haven’t a care in the world—just as I did back in my high school days. Oh!—those were the days! I can still remember the fun I had with my classmates—all thirty-eight of them. Say! I wonder what they’re doing now. Everything is so confused. I can almost see people off in the distance. If I didn’t know better I’d swear that that fellow coming towards me—well I’ll be—it is Hallie Truax! What are you doing now in this great year of 1982? You mean to tell me you’re married to the former child movie starlet—Margaret O'Brien—and you own your own studio? You crashed society through your thousands made on desks modeled from the prize you spent two years to complete in our old high school shop class. Hey don’t go, Hallie! Oh well, so long! He just faded away. What’s this I see coming off in the distance? Why it’s a parade humming a tune “Sail on Vikings!” And some of the marchers—Look! A stunning lady! Why, it’s Ellen Eccleston! Did you say you’re a retired Miss “U” movie actress and that you won $20,000 and an Oscar for being the shapeliest girl in Hollywood in 1960! Hey! Who’s this big six-foot-nine inch giant striding toward me? I can’t believe my eyes! Charles Waddle! And you claim. Chuck, that you grew that tall from riding in bantam cars? You say the former Joy Wheeler is just behind you? Oh yes! Here she is—carrying the youngest of her family of—let’s see—one, two, three,------eight! And married to a laundromat proprietor at that! It was in Milwaukee that you saw Bob Kahler—the billiard wizard—the man who grew the five o’clock shadow on the eight ball! He’s married too—but to no one I know —right? Well! This is a surprise. Here is the famed piano accordian winner on the Arthur Godfrey Show—sophisticated Edward Fiala. I guess he become a regular Romeo right after he graduated. I’ve heard rumors now, that he and Ellen were “that way” about each other! There are only two left in the parade now, and one resembles Joan Miller. She still looks very young! No wonder I’ve heard of her as the youngest looking grandmother in the thriving metropolis of Hubbaville—named for their Mayor elected in 1978—Hugh (Cy) Hubbard. Hugh’s success was due to his tireless battle (vocal, that is) against the Communists and his efforts to rid the city of Model A Fords—after his discovery that they were running pink headlights! Cy has converted his city into one of the cleanest in the state. Remembering the arguments from our P. O. D. class where the girls maintained that they were equal to men and should be eligible to hold any man’s job, he appointed the former Carol Best as his Captain of Streets and she now weighs 475 pounds—sufficient ballast to hold the brushes, of the street sweeper, tight against the pavement! She employs her ten children as helpers. Her husband, Jim, is home doing the laundry. There goes Joan and here comes the last one in the parade—a man. He looks weary and exhausted and extremely old—in spite of his blonde curly hair—like that of my old classmate (Georgeous) George Richards. But this fellow is all stooped over. He’s closer now and it really is George! Did you say your six-foot ten inch height is due to your thirty years of driving spikes on the Pennsylvania Railroad? Is Don Williams still an employee of the NKP? No? You mean to tell me he was fired because his wife Marge persisted in calling him from his work to chide him for not coming straight home when the whistle blew? I can’t seem to visualize the parade any longer but what’s that I see now? It looks like a big city. Yes it is! It’s the modern metropolis of Aeroton—the city that’s built up in the air, and designed by the one and only Lee Baird—master architect of the aerial world. Lee’s shop experience and noon period sessions with Professor Hopper of Rowe High have paid off. Aeroton is managed by “The Brain,” Barbara Bedette Whitman. After graduation she married one of the smaller boys of the Class of ’50, and now she’s supporting him and their twin daughters. I guess Bob always did aspire to be a man of leisure! Now I can plainly view the main streets in the metropolis, called Bowling Lane. Look! A memorial in the square—a huge bowling ball on a pedestal bearing an inscription: The Bowling Ball that Master bowler, Tom Beers, rolled with such

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I ef; to right: Hugh Hubbard, Tom Bennett, Hallie Truax, Carol Best, Don Williams, Jim Bunnell, Ellen Eccleston, Barbara Williams, Mrs. Kitchen (sponsor), Joy Wheeler, Shirley Cole. Senior Play A hilarious farce comedy, “The Campbells Are Coming was the choice made by the senior class for their play. With hillbilly trimmings the characters illustrated the most effective technique for getting rid of an undesirable suitor. The roles were portrayed by Ellen Eccleston, Grandma Brannigan, who engineers the scheme; her grandson Dick, Tom Bennett, who impersonates the family idiot; her granddaughter, Betty, Shirley Cole, wild and shy as a rabbit, her old flame, Cyrus Scudder, Hugh Hubbard, who poses as Betty’s venerable suitor; and two genuine hillbillies, Catalpa, Barbara Williams, the aspiring servant girl, and her worthless old scamp of a father, Hallie Truax. Other members of the cast included Kaye, Carol Best, chuck-full of culture obtained at an exclusive girls school; Kingston Campbell. Jim Bunnell, the undesirable suitor; his snobbish mother, Mrs. Campbell, Joy Wheeler, who disliked her son marrying a mere commoner; and Jeff. Don Williams, the handsome young doctor who turns cave-man to win Kaye’s heart. The antics of Brannigans’ form a laughing climax that no normal audience is able to resist. The play, under the direction of Mrs. Ruth Kitchen, proved to be a huge success. The receipts of the play were used to purchase a gift for the school from the clas: of 1950. The gift was presented to Mr. Holdson, representing the school, by the senior class president, Don Williams. Commencement night.