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

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THE HI TORY OF THE BR VE how embarrassed they were repeating and acting out nursery rhymes. The iron hands in velvet gloves were wielded by Captain Edwards. A splitting of their ways awaited the young salts of the ship Monroe. Captain Harry Fernan- dez steered the whole jolly crew to Cleveland, where their diet of salt pork was relieved by an excursion to an elegant restaurant. This was their eighth grade class trip. And with this entry I found the first sections of the ships' logs coming to a close. The crews had proved their worth. Withstanding the weather they sailed to their second ship, united as one, working for their common goal. The hazing which was once standard proce- dure for greeting the new shipmates is exchanged for a dignified candlelight ceremony, impressing forever the meaning of Vitality, Integrity, Knowl- edge, Ingenuity, Nobility, Grace, and Sportsman- ship. The tars' representatives are President, Susan Parkomaki, Vice-President, Leonard Ceglie, Sec- retary, Gary Tuttle, and Treasurer, Norma Blood. The accustoming of each with the complicated rigging on deck is accelerated by Captains Hopper and Ingersoll. Captains Carlson and Klepek wrote this entry for the second year: The crew shoved off with a hearty Heave, ho! this year aboard the swift Viking. Chief mate, Frank Sanders, Second mate, Susan Parkomaki, Purser, Richard Nelson, and Yeoman, Barbara Pa- ziorko were elected by the crew. Youthful jollity plays second hornpipe to the pursuit of that elu- sive nymph, Wisdom. Various devices are em- ployed to extract pearls from oysters as the funds are increased. At last, wrote Captain Dawson as the final curtain rang down on It's Great to be Crazy! Ever to be remembered are the miscues, the laughter, clowning and the playing of card games backstage. Nancy Hopkins, Pat Mostello, Nita Kuhn, Leonard Ceglie, Susan Parkomaki, Gary Tuttle, Vonna Thompson, Victor Moisio, Kay Kirk, Bob Paziorko, Clarence Johnson, Lester Bennett, Kenna Mook, Carol Tuttle, and Nancy Blood made up the cast. Barbara Paziorko and Susan Parkomaki were admitted to the National Honor Society in the Junior year. The planning of the class officers President, Susan Parkomaki, Vice-president, Leonard Ceglieg Secretary, Barbara Paziorko: and Treasurer, Nor- ma Blood was aimed at getting the prom started. Hustle, bustle, paint, noise, and the admonition of Captain Lynch to keep the theme secret, accom- panied the juniors. Judy Dickson and Larry Simp- son were crowned in an oriental paradise to the tune of a tinkly tea house with the Tea House of the August Moon as a fitting end to a wonderful journey. Already remorse settles a little in one corner of our memory as the final voyage of the Viking is made with this crew on board. The jollv crew had been first in many things. The first football team had Richard Nelson, Richard Lampi, Francis Thomas, Joe Specht, Clarence Johnson, Garv Evans, Bill Carlson, Robert Diasio, Daniel Szalai, Victor Moisio, and Leonard Ceglie as Seniors on it. Senior Class officers were President, Clarence Johnson, Vice-president, Barbara Paziorko' Sec- retary, S. Parkomaki, Treasurer, Barbara Paullin, The year slips by so swiftly. Invitations, cards, and caps and gowns have been ordered. The Sen- ior play Onions In the Stew with Susan Parko- maki, Victor Moisio, Connie Leavers, Kay Kirk, Joe Specht, Richard Nelson, Gary Tuttle, Richard Towne, Judy Hunt, Janet Hicks, Nita Kuhn, Carol Tuttle, Joy Kesatie, Beckie Gray, Bonnie Law, John Bennett, Charles Stump, June Walford, Gary Evans, Brenda Mooney, Kenna Mook, Nancy Blood, Mary Baird, Francis Thomas was a huge success. Barbara Paullin, and Daniel Szalai were new members to the National Honor Society. Joy Kesatie and Kenna Mook had cheered the rovers through their four years on board the Vik- ing. Where to go for that brief excursion? It must be a perfect end to our high school years. Farewell to all the brief ventures, the hi-jinks on the high seas, with this sturdy vessel. We set out on a larger sea that encompasses our whole life. A firm foundation has been laid by our sen- ior advisors, Captains Kitchen and Weir. The sun was setting when I finally finished reading the log. I called to a boy who was wan- dering along the beach to help me carry the chest and log back to the hotel. I had really found a treasure for the log would remind me of days long past.

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THE HI TORY OF THE BR E The gently caressing tropic breeze played a lullaby on the feathery tops of the stately palms. This was the last day of my winter vacation in Jamaica. Oh, what a glorious three weeks! As a climax to those sun-drenched, carefree hours I was going treasure hunting alone. The sea blue water gently kissed the shore then tripped coyly back to its beginning. The dazzling, snowy sand sifted through my bare toes. What curious shapes the wind had made with the sand! I was in a cozy state of daydreaming when I bumped my big toe on something hard. Ouch! Partly concealed in a shapeless mound was an object with hard metal corners. Using my hands to push aside the sand I uncovered a huge metal bound wooden chest. An enormous, rusty filth encrusted lock caught my fancy. Seizing a stone, I hammered the ancient lock. It was very well made but at last it gave way. I could scarcely contain my excitement as I pried the lid up. There in a corner, accompanied only by dead spiders was a moldy leather bound book. I took the book and opened it to the first page. Evidently it was a ship's log for the first was detailed account of the ship itself. It was built in 1945. Only the best labor and material were used in this craft. A haughty Viking's head fastened on the bow gave the ship its name. It must have been a worthy craft, I thought as I turned the page. Here is one of the first entries: September seventh, in the year of our Lord Nineteen Hundred and Forty-five. The ship has proved a worthy craft as these first rough trips have shown. Today coming on foot, school buses, and coaxed by older sisters and brothers, green crews boarded the three sister ships Amboy, Rowe, and Monroe. They are all destined to meet later on the master ship the Viking. The captains of these goodly vessels obviously nearly lost heart for the little rascals seemed in- clined to disregard discipline and book learning in favor of roller skating, jump rope, and marbles. The October tenth entry found the crew in an embarrassing situation. Today I, Captain Ferguson, stepped into the room to find all hands on board talking, hopping up and down, and wrestling. Since they are too inexperienced to understand that my entrance is the cue for settling down, banging my ruler on the desk only worsened the condition, for then much to everyone's surprise-and mine-the ruler broke. Stifled giggles broke into hysterical laughter as pandemonium reigned again. And their doting mothers had hoped for a good sea with few squalls! - I read farther and found that in Nineteen Hun- dred and Forty-six writing was registered as a major accomplishment. Parrot like, the whole crew would mount one side then slide down the trunk of the hoary tree found in the Rowe school yard. The jolly tars delighted in the Christmas party and all the joy filled doings of their second year aboard ship. Calm seas, heavy seas, squalls and heat sea- soned the crews as I read about the third, fourth and fifth years. On the good ship Monroe, the feminine counterpart of its crew persisted in play- ing house complete with dolls and dishes in the tall weeds behind the school. These make-believe mothers hoarded the leftovers from their lunch for their unappreciative stuffed charges. Entry for the sixth year: February, Nineteen Hundred and Fifty-two. The sports minded members on board this ship, the Amboy, are directing all of their energies to- ward the boarding and sinking of the sleek Vik- ings. I hasten to add that it is all in friendly com- petition. The team to be first over the side con- sists of Joe Britcher, Clarence Johnson, and Victor Moisio. Cheering the raiders on are Nita Kuhn and June Walfordf' Signed Captain Miller From information I read, the seventh winter found the remnants of both crews combined and enjoying their adventure aboard the Rowe. Cap- tains Hutchinson and Snyder demanded respect al- though the crew was inclined to be prankish. Never to be forgotten were notes written in Eng- lish, Finnish, code, and whatever means of com- munication availed itself at the time. They were older but wisdom was slow in com- ing. Captain Moseley introduced them to the an- cient Greeks' heritage, drama. All hands will carry the scars from the rough and tumble bas- ketball games between the boys and girls. Oh,

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WHAT THE BRAV I DID OT T KE WE THE SENIOR CLASS OF 1958, BEING OF SOUND MIND UD AND BODY DO HEREBY BE- QUEATH ALL OF OUR WORLDLY POSSES- SIONS TO THE JUNIOR CLASS OF 1958. THEY ARE AS FOLLOWS: I, Joe Specht, do hereby bequeath to Tim Shel- lito my way with the teachers, it comes in handy to soothe them when they get angry. To Barbara Goodiel and Goldie Bateman I, Mary Baird, will my quiet manner. Remember, a soft answer turneth away anger. I, Richard Cole, will to William Towne and Richard Mock, my skill at football on my private field in my backyard. If the games get to rough, don't get angry, just fight that much harder. I, Francis Thomas, will to William Clark my amazing speed. Don't use it to run away from a fight, but use it to pursue the girls. To June Nutter I, Janet I-licks, bequeath my famous walk. Remind me to teach it to you some- time. I, John Bennett, will my three-toned Ford to Charles Schiavone. At least, people will see you coming! To Tom Bosick and Russell Hall I, Gary Evans, leave my love for the great outdoors and huntingg it comes in very handy in bringing home the ba- con, I, James Denning, will to Al Clemson my secret of making almost any explosive. Just wait till Fm gone before you blow up the lab. To John Holcomb I, Lance Kelly, do leave some of my height. I give you my permission to show no mercy to anyone who asks you about the Hweather up there. I, Dick Towne, will my place in the drivers' training car to Susan Lawrence. Don't scrape any fenders backing out of the bus garage. We, Nancy Blood and Vonna Thompson, know- ing they will need it very much, bequeath our speed in shorthand to Pat Hagerty and Lida Hus- ton. I, Barbara Kasto, give to Karen Hoskins my amazing powers of concentration on studies, not on boys. I, Bill Carlson, do bequeath to Gary Andes some of my skill at baseball. But first, make the team. To Dorma Cole I, Carol Tuttle, will my place as Miss Weir's right hand helper. It's a lot of fun, and then too you always learn something. I, Charles Stump, will to Larry LaBounty my record of being absent from study halls on very important business. We, the charter members of the National Bach- elors, Society, David Baldwin, Joe Britcher, and Charles Laird, will our unused marriage license applications to Ronnie Ebersole, Roger Hogle and Norman Champlin. I, Duane Anderson, do hereby leave to Casper Portzer my enviable tan. I get it from so many vacations in Florida, you know. I, Marie Passmore, will to Sandra Georgia my winning grin. You would be surprised how many friends you can make. I, Clarence Johnson, will to Willis Bennett my bottle of cough medicine kept behind numerous crates and boxes at Pop's Gas Station. I, Frances Rudler, will to Millie Mix my seat in Health class. Just how healthful it will prove, I don't know. I, Joy Kesatie, will my ability to get along with all the boys to Agnes Laituri. It's to your advant- age when the male of the species become scarce. To Patricia Juhasz I, Patti Mostello, bequeath my ability to be friendly to everyone. You'll find the best results from the masculine gender. I, Donald Hogle, will to Dick Nutter all my as- sorted moth-eaten and mangy coon hides from va-