South Zanesville High School - Conatus Yearbook (Zanesville, OH)

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SE IIIH CLASS WILL Ae we board the Senior plane, and take the alr, and the hum of our motor dles away, we, the Seniors, being in full possession of mind and with memories that put the En- cyalopedla Britannica to shame, do leave this last will and testament of the Class of 19 7. To the Pllots, who have looked upon our take-off with pr1de,we leave the Joy of work well done, and our regrets for any UHHOGSBSBPY trouble we may have given them. To the Junior Claes, we leave our landing field, take lt easyg our hangar, a good place to hldeg our Senior dignity, if it fitsg our class spirit, the best brand known, and our debts, with the hope that they may be paid. To the Sophomore Class, we leave our ability to Jump to safety when a Pilot asked us a question that we did not knowg and the right to annoy the Freshmen. To the Freshman Class, we leave our unfaillng good humor in the face of trying hours we suffered when we rode the Freshman plane. To the School, we leave all the time that we wasted, may other classes use it to advantage, and our place ln your heart, take the Juniors in. There are certain class members who wish to leave a few of their peculiar traits to undsrclassmen. I, Clifford Anders, leave my ability to make gpgechgg with such a vocabulary that no one knows what I am talking about to Dean Dozer. I I, Harry Faires, leave my nicotine fags to Bob Powell. I, Rose Marie Brenlish, leave in the main corridor a bronze plaque bearing my favor- ite quotation. It will read 'Go South Young Lady, Go South.' I, Jim Butler, leave my beautiful black beard to Lawrence Schob, so lt will match his blond hair. I, Florence Carder, leave my locker ln the Senior room to some good housekeeper. May she have better luck than I. I, Glenn Kunc, leave my Physics book to Freddie Rodgers ln hope that he may become a great doctor. I, Bob Robe, leave my musical and photographic talents and responsibilities to any- one who might find time enough to develop them. I, Garnet Wlnland, leave my mild disposition to Norman Shlrkey. I, Don Baughman, leave the Senior Class presidency to Ted MeCutcheon. I, Juanita Thompson, leave my perfect attendance record to Russell Brooks. B I, Eddie Dale, leave my basketball suit to Dick Wells, also, my gold teeth to Rachel arr. W 11 I, Evelyn Gibson, leave my ability to do most anything without blushing to Johnny a ace. I, Jack Ziegler, leave all my bubble gum to Mr. Scott. I, Ruse Gabriel, leave my bundle of tardy slips which will be posted along the halls as a reminder to the underolassmen that 'Crime Doesn't Pay'. I, Bleen Roberts, leave my fllrtatlous manner to Regina Long. May she never go steady. I, Barbara Bruce, leave to Burl Thompson my own little self. I, Jim Buckley, leave my ability to play baseball to Ike Wllllson. I, Howard Bagent, leave my Times Recorder route and my energy and ability to get the papers around late every morning to Junior Spicer. I, Mildred Reynolds, leave my daily trips on the bus to Esther Mendenhall. I, Don Fulkerson, leave my musical ability to Jlm Deaver. We of the departing Senior plane, as we take off from the Port of the United Alr- llnee of South Zanesville High School,-do leave with you our parachute. We have en- deavored to make one that ls sturdy and reliable, ln the approved manner designed by the Pilots of our school. We surrender it to you with the hope that as you face the hours of training before you fly, you will gain confidence in the knowledge that it will ever be a safeguard, if you falter or fall. Do not use this parachute for Joy rides, or to cover your mistakes, or to snow off, but use lt with cars, as a means of safety from harm. In the presence of the following witnesses, we declare this to be our last Will and Testament, and we here unto set our hand and seal this twenty-seventh day of May in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and forty-seven. ,P q.2..:'4a4s4.-' I gl ,ILA A .A . -Zinn I .41 1 President oV'Z'o fl ce resident I Y'. ecretary , Treasurer lYl!llI7If.. , ass Adviser lass Attorney

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SE IDR CLASS PHIIPHEIIY The sun shines brightly through the transparent plastic walls of our new home, THE SUNNYREST LODGE, high in the Adirondack Mountains this beautiful morning of May 27, 1967. This is the day we have anticipated for a long time. It is the 20th anniversary of the graduation of our class from dear old South Zanesville High. It brings back memories that were, 'So gay.' Suddenly we are filled with an inspiration to find the members of our class. We set out on our journey by taking the 20th Century Limited to New York City. Arriving ln New York, we make a tour of the city. Passing by the Carnegie Hall, we hear the beautiful strains of Schubert'e great Unfinished Symphony. Looking at the bill, we find that the guest conductor, Mr. Robert Robe, will conduct the New York Philharmonic Symphony Orchestra over a nation-wide hookup. Upon entering, we find Mr. Robe engaged in rehearsal with the orchestra. He is interrupted by his charming secretary, Miss Mildred Reynolds, concerning his Robe Theatrical Company. Leaving Carnegie Hall, we turn our tour towards Wall Street. Arriving there, we find the office of the Superior Drug Company with branch offices all over the world. Arriving there at 9:30 A.M. we find the president, Glenn Kunc, leaving for his lunch. As we continue down Wall Street, we find the offices of the Falres Radio Corporation. Entering the office, we find the president, Harry Faires, sitting behind his huge mahogany desk, dictating rapidly to his lovely secretary, Evelyn Gibson. The next building on Wall Street houses the offices of none other than Howard Bagent, owner of a large publishing company. Entering the office, we find the former Eleen Roberts, now Howard's wife, showing Howard her new mink coat. Leaving the office, we take a taxi to La Guardia Field. There we obtain reservations on one of the new coast-to-coast atom powered planes. We find the reservations say Anders' Airlines Incorporated. A distinguished looking gentleman approaches. He congratulates us for purchasing the one millionth ticket on his airlines. He introduces himself. It is the President of the alr- lines, Clifford Anders. The doors close, the atomic engine roars, and we are Hollywood bound. It is time for the plane. We hear familiar face forms successor to Walter to Hollywood. Suddenly, the open field. The pilot takes advantage and makes a step out of the plane. We see the owner of the farm our surprise when we find him to be Jim Butler. A moment later an ambulance screeches to a stop on the television screen. It is Winchell. After the commentary, great engine sputters, and dies the news commentary, so we turn on our individual television set ln a familiar voice say, 'Ah yes, there ls good news ton1ght.' A the voice and face of James Buckley, we settle down for a comfortable trip -forced landing! Below us is a large perfect landing. We open the door, approaching at great speed. Imagine near the plane. Out steps a nurse to assist the injured in the crash. It is none other than Florence Carder, the 2nd Florence Nightingale. Finding no one injured, she gets back ln the ambulance and leaves. While the pilot is in tour the country-side with We see our old classmate, operations. Driving on, we see a to the sawmill. It ls the a near-by city securing him. The first thing we parts for the plane, Jim asks us to see are mountainous piles of earth. Jack Ziegler directing the employees of his huge strip-mining spectacular sight. A large man picks up a tree and carries it owner himself, Eddie Dale. At the sawmill, he gives the tree a tiny sapling, to his little boy to go fishing with. ' Returning to the plane, we find lt completely off for Hollywood. repaired. And so, once again we are After a comfortable journey, we land at the Hollywood Airport. Shopping through Hollywood, we enter the famous DeLuxe Dime Store. There we find the owner and manager, Rose Marie Brenllsh. Now we wish to visit some of the famous movie studios. We go to the set of 'Twenty Years Before the Mast,' the latest production of 20th Century Brothers, and get the auto- graph of the star of the picture, Garnet Winland. While there, we find the famous ln- terlor decorator, Pierre Don Fulkerson, busily interior decorating. In the evening, we make our rounds of the night clubs. We find Russell Gabriel, successor to Harry James, playing the trumpet, accompanied on the drums by Barbara Bruce who supports her curly haired husband this way. Now our journey turns homeward, and our plane carries us eastward. Back in our home we remlnlsce over our journey when suddenly, there is a knock at the door. A happy-looking couple walk ln. They tell us they have just been married, and have come to spend their honeymoon at SUNNYREST LODGE. Yes, you guessed lt, it is Don Baughman and the former Juanita Thompson. Don has made famous as a chemist. The sun sinks over the Adirondacks leaving behind the majestic memories of the class of '47 stamped vividly on the sands of time.

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Il H SIIHIJIIL SE IDB EL!-XSS PUEM THE CLASS OF 'FORTY SEVEN We may wander and wander wherever we will, In lands afar, o'er plain, mountain, and hill, But wherever we go and whatever we do, The friends of four years will go with us too. They'1l be in our thoughts wherever we roam, We'll remember the teacher who called at our h And asked lf Russell was ill and in bed, Amazement, then horrors as mother turned red. The trlp to the office for Russell next day, Ae he faced with papa the principal, say, Was he sorry he went to the picture show? Well! Follow him through and then you'll know We'll never forget the boys on the team, The laurels they won and then did we beam, The girls were good at team games toog The boys were there to cheer them through. How many happy times we've had, live and make ue glad, four years-our teachers rare, for your time, thought, and care. These will Friends of Our thanks Four years And now in 'Let's do together, be it so, parting as we go, our best,' we've always said, And carve our place up at the head. OHIO I