Smithville High School - Fabrica Yearbook (Smithville, OH)

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CL SS WILL I, Jean Hartzler, will my quiet happy go- lucky ways to Shirley Fike. I, Ted Hartsough, will my intellectual ability to Allen Zook who could use it. I, Kathryn Hoff, will my temper to Ronnie Fike who is so docile. I, Donald Holderman, will my ability to stick to one girl to Ray Besancon. I, Virginia Holderman, will my bottle of aspirans to next year's Social Chairman of the Senior Class for the many headaches. I Eugene Huffman, will my 50'Z1 stock in basketball ribbons to Harold Conrad. Low stock with high returns. I, Dorothy Martie, will my ability to stick to bookkeeping and succeed to Glenn Swisher who tried but failed. I, Elvin Mast, will my friendly smile to Mr. Krohe. I, William Miller, will my 35 Chevrolet limousine to Mrs. Stringfield who has nothing but a new Plymouth. I, Betty Mizer, will my devilish ways to Jack Snoddy. I, Virginia Mosier, will my ability to wait for boys instead of after them to Donna Strickler. I, Clyde Murphy, will my slimness to Gerald CMeatba1ll Elliott. I, Marilyn Murray, will my class ring to any- one who can get it from Ray Aspinall. I, Evelyn Odenkirk, will my ability to leave the boys alone to my kid sister, Arlene. I, Barbara lP'arsons, will my love of, and a-bility to square dance to Rosalie Baab. I, Tom Perret, will my ability to love them and leave them to Cy Sc'hrock who loves them but can't leave them. I, Phyllis Ramseyer, will my mouthful of nuts to the local squirrel. I, Martha Richard, will my ability to be seen and not heard to Doris Zimmerly. I, :Alice Schrock, will my appreciation of corney jokes to Mr. Berkey. I, Esther Shamp, will my height to Bernice Lytle. I, Donald Sheets, will my ability not to get to first base with girls to Dick Marthey. I, Jean Shisler, will my headaches as Mosaic editor to Mart-ha Miller. I, Edna Showalter, will my ability to keep friendly with the cops to Danny Sauders. I, James Troyer, will my all A average in Physics to Steve Burington. I, Twila Wiles, will my little and choosey appetite to Nancy Kauffman, to keep the cooks trying. I, Irene Zimmerly, will my Baritone to Carole Lonier. I, Ruth Zook, will my ability to hold the olfice of class reporter for the Mosaic to any underclassman who can do the job. I, Evelyn Zuercher, will my pencil stubs to Margaret Dicus. ARTICLE IV To our Janitor, Vern Sinclair, we leave any stubs of pencils, erasers or scraps of paper that we may inadvertentley leave behind us in the excitement and haste of gathering up our cher- ished treasures for the last time. T'o the Cooks we leave our speedy ways so as to keep the cafeteria line moving more rapidly. ARTICLE V Last comes the one thing hard for us to part with. To our successors we must leave our places in the hearts and thoughts of our Princ- ipal and teachers. They will love them un- worthy as we feel they areg even as they loved us, they will show them all the same tender kind- ness and attention that they have bestowed upon usg they will feel the same interest in their attempts and successes, the same sorrow when they fail. Bob Eby, Irene Zimmerly, Bob Dilyard, Barbara Parsons twenty-four -'sv

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CL SS WILL We, the Class of 1951, about to pass out of this sphere of education, in full possession of a crammed mind, well-trained memory, and almost superhuman understanding, hereby revoking and making void all former wills or promises by us at any time heretofore made, or mishap, care- lessly spoken, one to the other, as the thoughtless wish of an idle hour. ARTICLE I We give and bequeath to our beloved Super- intendent, Prof. F. D. Burkholder our sincere affection, our deepest reverence, our heartiest gratitude, and the whole unlimited wealth of our eternal memory. In an attempt at partial pay- ment for all that he has done for us during our long years at Smithville High. To our Principal, Mr. Berkey, we leave our many smiles, and our noisey history class to echo through the halls of learning forever. We give and bequeath to the dear faculty, who have been our instructors in all the wisdom of the ages, a sweet and unbroken succession of restful nights and peaceful dreams. No longer need they lie awake through the long Watches of the night to worry over the uncertainty of whether this one is doing her night work. But they have all done their duty, and verily, now shall they have their well-earned reward. To the Juniors, we leave our high ideals, good sportsmanship, good co-operation, and our conflicts with underclassmen. To the Sophomores, we leave our abundant supply of brains and the rest of our finer qual- ities. To the Freshman Class we leave any over- looked cuds of gum we may have left adhering to the underside of desks, banisters, assembly seats, or any likely or unlikely places. To the Eighth Grade we leave our rubber bands, ninth period slips, and new books fthey should be new, we never used theml. ARTICLE II To our class advisor, Mrs. Murray, we leave the profound admiration and ever-enduring friendship of the Class of 1951, in individual as well as collective manifestation. ARTICLE III All our property, real or personal, we be- queath in the following manner: I, Raymond Aspinall, will my ability to go steady with one girl to Dick Hahn. I, Janet Audet, will my quiet sense of humor to Maxine Sheets. I, Lewis Baab, will my many Orrville friends to Stan Stuckey who can't get out of Wooster. I, Ilene Badertscher, will my ability to work at Annats and go to school at the same time to Shirley Ramseier. I, Joan Beaverson, will my long black hair to Theda Aspinall. I, Ella Mae Beck, will my ability to keep my temper under control to Mr. Wheeler who could use it at times. I, William Bland, will my natural ability to win typical boy to Bill CDumboJ Freeday. I, David Bishop, will my long curly hair to Ralph CGabbyJ Wendling. I, Roy Bowman, will my manly physique to Willie Meyer. I, Danny Burkey, will my crooning tenor voice to Gene Stuckey. I, Thomas Burkholder, will my place on the basketball bench to anyone who thinks he is worthy. I, William, Burkholder, will my two front teeth to Albert Wamie. I, Arlene Case, will my artistic and writing ability to Tom Bowman. I, Lester Conrad, will my big brown eyes to anyone who has small blue eyes. I, Lois Conrad will my quiet ways to Jo Etta Haley. I, Pat Dietrick, will my ability to defy Mr. Krohe's warning to shutup and get away with it to Claribel Walters. I, Bob Dilyard, will my quick temper to Mrs. Murray who is so timid and easy going. I, Bob Eby, will my ability to get in trouble and stay there to Gene Gaskey. twenty-three

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1 CL SS PPIUPHECY The year is 1965, the place, the Moon. The occasion, the dedication of the first service station for interplanetary and semi-interplane- tary ships. As we stand beside the proprietor, Bill Miller and watch the s-pace ships arrive and make their backward descent to the specially built landing platform, we notice a man acting very strangely. It is very difficult to recognize any- one at a distance in their pressurized outer atmo- sphere suits so we make contact with him on our walkie talkie radios. It turns out to be Dave Bishop, the owner of a chain of Bishop Diners on earth looking for a likely location for the first Bishop Diner on the moon. Followinug Dave out of the ship are Bill Bland and Janet Audet. Bill is now a painless dentist and Janet, his assistant, is now the one who makes his denistry painless. Another figure emerges from the ship and over the walkie talkie we recognize the lilting voice of Ilene Badertscher. We are informed that she is the hostess on the regular Mars to Mercury to Venus run of the Eby Space Ship Lines. 1Another space ship has just settled gently onto the platform and we promptly tune in our radios to welcome them to the new enterprise. The two figures springing towards us prove to be the two most prominent dairy farmers in the Smithville area, Lewis Baab and Tom Perret. They inform us that they are looking over the prospect of establishing a dairy farm on the Moon. The prospects, they admit don't look as good as they had hoped. However, says Lewis, 'tlf we can produce a strain of cattle that will live here we'll 'be all set. That sounds logical you must admit. Danny Burkey and Bill Burkholder have just emerged from the same plane. Danny, a Congress- man from Ohio, is the founder of the Burkey plan to wipe out Communism. Because of this bill, Communism is practically extinct. The method of elimination was very simple, he gave each person S10 and made Capitalists of them. Bill is now a test driver for the new atomic powered Fords. It they can take the beating Bill gives them they have to be good. Suddenly something lands in the midst of the group with a great deal of commotion knocking several of us down. The object turns out to be Ted Hartsough in a rather bedragled condition. After spitting out a sizable mouthful of lunar dust he informs us, in answer to our perplexity, that while experimenting with atomic fuels in his laboratory he got a bad mix . What some people won't do to save rocket fare! wisecracks someone, and all eyes turn to behold Bob Dilyard who has arrived in his convertable, unnoticed in the excitement. Bob works part time at his business, the You take it apart, we guess what it is garage in Smithville. The rest of 'his time he devotes to being a casanova and playboy around the nightspots of Holmesville and Millersburg. Another space ship suddenly comes into view doing quite a few maneuvers that are not recommended if you would live a long and prosperous life and Ndie a happy death. We all run for a nearby crater. However our precau- tions were not necessary for the ship lands safely enough. As we peek over the edge of the crater we can see more figures climbing to the ground. Tuning our radios in to pick them up we hear a silly giggle that anyone acquainted with the class of '51 knows as that of Bettie Mizer. We are soon told she is the first rocket pilot in the Army Rocket Corps. Bettie is accompanied by Katie Hoff, the former Virginia Mosier, Evelyn Odenkirk, Evelyn Zuercher and Martha Richards. Katie is now secretary to the President of the United States, having worked up quickly from a small office job in Smithville. Virginia and her husband now live in one of the 'better residential areas of Smithville along with certain other small indi- viduals with whom we are not acquainted, mid- gets no doubt. Evelyn Odenkirk, Evelyn Zuer- cher, and Martha Richards are now the head cooks at Smithville High School and are turning out meals the way Mrs. Dintamin use to. Now we feel a vibration under our feet and we again turn our eyes to the landing platform where we see an Eby Super Strato Liner in the process of landing. Many more from our class descend, first we see Ray Aspinall, the pastor of the Smithville Brethren Church. Right behind him is one of his most faithful members, Lynn Murray. Correction,-she is now the minister's wife. The manager of the Smithville Inn now strolls up in the person of Roy Bowman. Under his ex- pert management the Inn has grown to quite sizable proportions, with Inns in 46 states and Alaska. Clyde Murphy walks around the corner now and slaps us heartily on the back. Clyde is the star left fielder for the Cleveland Indians, batting an average of .42l. Incidentally he has donated his 38 Chiv' to the Smithstonian Institute, now driving a jet propelled Cadillac. Upon investigation of two figures racing around the perimeter of the crater to our left we find our two track stars Eugene Huffman and Elvin Mast. While stopping to turn up their oxygen we go over to extend a welcome. Eugene a professor of a large eastern university, has gain- ed world fame and recognition for being the first to find a fool proof method of tri-secting an angle. Elvin informs us that he is now a rich farmer from the south. He owns over half of Holmes County and several towns, Millersburg and Berlin included. Another plane lands and out steps the world famous artist Arlene Case. Arlene's pictures have won fame and high honors in every art exhibit in the world. Following Arlene comes the much lauded movie dancer .Ioan Beaverson and her expert press agent Esther Shamp. 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