Smithsburg High School - Leopard Yearbook (Smithsburg, MD)

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der3 of Thelma Kendall. Carp Kipe reaches star- uum via Business Manager of the paper. The Juniors swooped upon the advertising committee and came out victorious of the six positions. They filled five in the names of Lois Keecher, Vivian Yvaltei, Elayne Dayhoff, Doris Barnhart, and Elbra Brown, Jr. History class, as in previous terms, seemed to be the booth of the classman’s pranks. Can’t you just see those chalk outlined shoes and those pic- tures of the long nosed woman with the umbrella hanging over her nose? Mr. Haynes certainly was a brick. Cupid seemed to grow more active, as did the Juniors! He ventuied so far as to put diamonds on two of our girls, Catherine Needy and Doris Maclay. Other romances which may lead to a sparkler are those of Biser-Forrest, Dayhoff-Flohr, Kendall-Messersmith, and Smith-Miehael. Can you for any teason at all imagine why they would “walk on air” if the war would finally come to the grand finale? Better be careful, girls! Keep those class rings “Under Cover!” Boys just love them, especially when they’re brand new! Watch out, Vivian, Fred- die Heiston has has his eye on yours. “These were a few well meant warnings given by the wise ole owl as he saw the gang proudly flashing their new jewelry. Who brought who to the prom? Does anyone remember? Come to think of it, the stag line was ALMOST complete. The way some things do turn out! For instance, everything possible was done in Reverend Werner's movie films, even to the extent of standing on heads for what seemed an hour—or was it a month? In- stead of the school receiving the developed films some American G. I.’s in Italy were recepients. Now you wouldn’t be mean enough to say the girls were conceited because they think perhaps the boys whistled, would you? Before the door of memories is closed, just three more things come to my mindful mentions. Who could ever forget Delbert Smith with the crooked little smile and his bounteous, unlimited supply of genuine Beechnut gum, which was sometimes sub- stituted with charcoal, Spearmint and Peppermint. Then, too, Jean Weaver was the luckv one chosen to receive the English medal. Last, but not least. Miss Schroyer’s fine sense of humor at the Junior Foimal dinner. Developments in the Senior class came thick and fast as soon as the 27 members managed to get into swing again. Doris Barnhart managed in more ways than one. First a broken collar bone and later Kenneth Phette- place received a shiner, thanks to the mighty swing of her Geometry book. Talk about romances! They certainly were in swing. Sherman Kendall was thinking of asking Anna Mae Grams’ folks if he could come regular, since he only went over six days out of the seven. Arlene Miner’s dreams ate getting better all the time, thanks to the mysterious arcade boy. “Homer”, Lloyd Gearhart, deserted his wife Agatha to chase Eyleen Tracey. Catherine Davis carried the torch for her sea bee, “Bill Eyler”, and kept wondering and wandering. Robert Green, besides making a tip-top soldier, took himself a bride, the former Grace Weaver. Leatrice Brown swings back and forth between Calvin Calimer and Ray Smith, “Maizies” Seabee twin. The pages of Mr. Rohrbaugh’s roll book seemed to scream “Hookey” as the latter ones were turned over. Could it be that Elayne Dayhoff would still be flattened behind that telephone pole if Mr. Hartle were still at the doors? The students’ motto seemed to be “Your happy days are your hooked school days.” Slightly modified version of the old form, isn’t it? Kleora Diffendal seemed to be about the only model student of the happy-go-lucky 27. But this never kept Kleora out of the hearts of classmates, no indeed, for she had the admiration and respect of everyone. Maybe her spontaneous giggles kept her sailing. After Mr. Haynes left, gruesome thoughts lurked about in the minds of the little group after a few days in the custody of Mr. Castle, the quivering little hearts were put at ease. Can’t you remember the story of the bull, the five-star generals, and the gleeful outbursts as he made his daily attacks on the cement-headed students, accompanied by such words as “snickle fritz’’ or “that will be 500 words.” As one afterthought—It couldn’t be possible that every Senior didn’t remember “Leave To Marry”, Class Night, and GRADUATION! Page 26

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dihJboM vfc JJisl filoAA, 'tf5 As an early September morn in 1942 grew warm- er and brighter and as ole Sol smiled more broadly, about 62 timid? little Freshmen trudged toward what some thought was their doom and what others thought was the beginning of life. What a mixture! Redheads, blondes, brunettes and just oodles of those in-be-tweens. Short ones, fat ones, tall ones, and skinny ones. Some quiet, some boisterous, some meek and some playful, while others were just plain devilish. Finally when the last green horn (Doris Maclay, late as usual) came in and closed the door of Mr. Haynes' room, they felt a little freer from the up- per classman's prying eyes. Getting S.H.S. on the usual running basis in- volved the organization of this new, thriving group. The boys seemed to take a back seat as an entirely feminine governing body was elected. Betty June Biser acted as president; Dorothy Harbaugh, vice president; Virginia Davis, secretary-treasurer, and Jean Weaver as Homeroom representative. A pert little gal with a cloud of black hair stepped up and answered to the name of Elayne Dayhoff as well as claimed the position on the “High News” staff as reporter of all Freshman news and gossip. Fall in line! Report to me! Remember, I'm your superior! My, my, one can hardly believe these to be words spoken by the dignified Arthur Tracey. But sure enough, it was Captain Tracey of the Smithsburg Patrol. That was one time when he could boss Carl Kipe, Clifton Miller, Robert For- rest, and Martin Rudolph. You may bet they ac- cepted nothing under the rank of buck private. “For goodness sake, girls. Were you vaccinated with a phonograph needle? Poor Mr. Martin! There's a man who could thank his lucky stars that Freshmen were only introduced at S.H.S. once per annum. Don’t you often wonder if Brigadier General Mil- ton Reckford's daughter, the hilarious Lela Mae, is still trying to make touchdowns in field ball as she did while here? Besides pulling their hair out while working Algebra, the thriving little brood were kept stepping lively dodging the vicious arrows which were shot by Cupid. Some of the slower ones who became afflicted were Virginia Davis, Hazel Eavey, Thelma Kendall, and Bety Barnhart. It seemed their most inspiring subjects were—not math you can be sure —but “Jack Kline, “Bill Smith, “Ted Wade, and June Wiles, respectively. As the dawn breaks through the clouds and peeks into the windows of Smithsburg and vicinity homes on an early September morn in 1942, forty- five sleepy Sophomores rolled back their blankets and again started the daily routine that they had abandoned only in June. Again the election returns favor as president,. Carl Kipe; Jean Weaver, vice president; Lois Reecher, secretary-treasurer; and Elayne Dayhoff as class representative. Other class members re- ceived recognition on the “High News staff. Who, why, what, when, and where were blazed over the society page by the society editor, Elayne Dayhoff. Doris Barnhart and Mae Smith reported news articles and juicy bits of the latest rumors. As as- sistants to the advertising manager, Jean Weaver and Vivian Walter sufficed. The teachers must have had green beans for dinner! All that stnelling vinegar! Junior Brown wouldn’t have had to give the students a bath in it but he did. Doris Barnhart’s arms really smelled rank. Poor Elayne always sticks her neck in at the most inopportune moments. Don’t you often won- der if Mr. Hartlestill thinks Elayne were really hunting her Algebra book that evening after dis- missal instead of what she actually was doing— putting the vinegar back on the teacher’s table, which was stuck in her desk in the excitement. Smothered giggles, red faces, and open mouths aptly described the girls in Home Ec. class when Mrs. Adams gave a few pointers on love and its complications. In case you can’t remember Mrs. Adams, she was a member of the 1942 parade of Home Ec. teachers. How many of these do you remember? Mrs. Bradburn, Miss Young, Miss Bowman, and Mrs. Hartle. Cupid again starts playing with the hearts of our little happy family. Virginia seemed to out- grow Jack and chose instead Basil Brown, one of Uncle Sam’s gobs. Jean Weaver forgot Edgar My- ers and put her stamp on James Shifflet. If you can imagine a romance of coolness, indifference, and minus dates, you have in a nut shell the exist- ence between Mae Smith and Richard Ross. As the curtain comes down over the heads of the chattering group, two of the members boasted medals. The bright historian, Thelma Kendall, claimed the History medal; the genius in Algebra, Lois Reecher, received the math medal, and the vo- cational medal was awarded to Kenneth Phetteplace. A few more students were missing as the Jolly Juniors filed into Miss Shockey’s room in 1943. Our ranks number 37. It began to look as though the class had a group of bashful boys, for again the girls crossed the finish line first. As guiding lights were Lois Reecher, president; Doris Barnhart, secretary-treasurer; and Carl Kipe, vice president; Jean Weaver. Doris Barn- hart and Donald Werdebaugh as home-room repre- sentatives. Giving the low-down on the best books and magazines in the library was Jean Weaver’s task as Literary Editor of the “High News. Final scores and dates were given a run in the athletic column by the sports editors Betty June Biser and Donald Werdebaugh. The sole responsibility of collecting Junior news falls upon the capable shoul- Page 25

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ClcauL U)UL We, the class of 1945, being of sound mind and body, hereby make our last will and testament. To the faculty, we extend our hearty thanks for their patience and help in pulling us through. To the Juniors, who will soon become Seniors, we bestow all the mistakes, blunders, inaccuracies committeed by us during the last exciting year of our life. To them, also, we will the publication of the annual with all its attendant joys, the college credit we do not receive, our names to head your alumni subscriptions, and the right to warn, guide, admonish and train right our youngest classmates and yours. The chewing gum under the seats and the names on the walls are cheerfully handed to the entire high school student body. In addition, we make the following individual bequeathals. Betty Barnhart is proud to beqeuath her pretty Shirley Temple curls to Charlotte Myers. Kenneth Phetteplace cheerfully surrenders his black eyes to Dick Huff. Doris Barnhart wills here bull’s-eye markman- ship in hurling books to Dorothy Kuhn. To Mary Catherine Crum, Elayne Dayhoff leaves her afternoon holiday a week. Virginia Davis hands her love for the Navy to Mary Catherine Smith. To Melvin Cowan, Carl Kipe confers his wavy red hair. Richard Harbaugh becomes the owner of Mae Smith’s incesstantly wagging tongue. Anna Mae Grams presents her husky alto voice to Roy Boswell. To Billy LaDane, Robert Green wills his ability to get a woman. Joyce Smith falls heiress to Kleora Diffendal’s sweet disposition. Jean Weaver bestows her huge appetite to Peggy Slick. Hazel Eavey hands down her singing ability to Ruth Biser. Arthur Tracey surrenders his popularity with the girls to Robert Eckstine. To Reba Miller, Lois Reecher bestows her grace- ful figure. Catherine Davis leaves her retiring nature with Betty Kendall. Arlene Minor’s pleasure in going to movies is given to Betty Hoffman. Richard Ross hands down his ability to get gas stamps to Charles Guessford. Eilene Reecher receives Thelma Kendall's role as Mr. Castle’s handyman. Lucille Gaver is the happy recipient of Vivian Walter’s small stature. Betty June Biser wills her athletic ability to Louella Gardenhour. Lloyd Gearhart grants his Charles Atlas phy- sique to Charles Slick. Maurita Palmer becomes heiress of Catherine Needy’s love for servicemen. Anna Jane Lewis leaves her winning ways with Joan Snowberger. Betty Bachtell receives Doris Maclay’s one-man interest. Leatrice Brown bequeaths her male acquaint- ances to Evelyn Frey. In witness whereof, we put our last seal and testament this first day of June, nineteen hundred and forty-five. (Jla A. (pfwph cif Ten years!!! Oh, how the years do fly. It seems only yesterday that I was attending S.H.S. with the class of ’45. As I sit here on my terrace of my New York home, I often think of the good times we had together and wonder what has become of all the kids. Since my husband, who is a doctor, has been traveling, there is veiy little for me to do, so last week I decided to look up a few of my old school chums. After scouting around through the stores and business offices of the city, I learned that Elayne Dayhoff has obtained a position as private secretary for I. J. Fox. What a coincidence it was when I went to see her, because she had just returned from Smithsburg. While there, she looked up all the members of our class. I’m really not surprised at the things that have happened. Virginia Davis, Elayne’s chum, is also here in New York working as an interior decorator. She has just completed a room for Mr. Rexford B. Hartle, the retired principal of S.H.S. Who wouldn’t have known that Doris Maclay would begin her six- room bungalow at Edgemont as Mrs. Albert Kline. Hope I’ll be able to see those pretty little twins soon. Of course we can’t think of Doris without thinking of Anna Mae Grams, now Mrs. Sherman Kendall. Nobody seems to hear or know much about her, other than she is still living on her ranch in Texas. Thelma Kendall and Catherine Needy have never gotten far from each other. Although Thelma resides in Smithsburg, she has been appointed man- ager of the Singer Business in Hagerstown. Cath- erine, now Mrs. Robert Naylor, was appointed teacher of the dancing school that was started in Smithsburg during the year of 1951. Leatrice Brown is secretary for Panborn Corporation. She finished the business course at Columbia Business College in 1946. Although Betty Barnhart married June Wiles, she and Anna Jane Lewis are still together. Their exclusive dress shop featuring original fashions from Paris, is known throughout the world. The six lone boys of the class have gotten around quite (Please turn to page 29) Page 27