Spencerville High School - Echoes Yearbook (Spencerville, OH)

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, , , 1. Q Q g -.. E C H 0 E S 0 o o -- o 0 0 - Seventh Grade President .,.................w............ Bill Strayer Vice President ........... wi Secretary ....................... ...- Annual Reporter Student Council --------------- Norinan Stout ----- Betty Core Marv Straver -------Ma1-y Mitchell - williamwsciiinliei The annual seventh 31 d ' l U' 7 of the season, was held October 16, 19 sponsored a razor blade and silk hose drive to hel 1 elg ith O13.d9 Vliener Roast, the nrst event 42. Our club in Social Science p win the war. Eugene Shaffer withdrew from school because of illness. Row 1-Xlice XY'1llun t' .e . 1--. feruldine Koenig, Miriuzn Hal er. .loan Young. Marilyn iliii-s, imnmi Koeiiig. Bi-ttx Iizlvieison. Betty Core, tfnrolyn Rani:-zey. Row 2-Miss Plum, Frank Colgan, Merle Kohli, Iioln-rt Klaus, .luck Rei-tl, John Keller. lleun Brooks. Hui Gi-hron. Irvin Bner llermnn Bruntlybf-rry, Billy Britton. Mr. Collins. Row 3-li. .i. Hughes, Junior Mulhollnnfl, XVillia1n Schindel, Grace Alsimugli, Maxine Mrhurt, .Xrline Put terson. Bnrlmru Gossiird, Mnry Strayer, Mary Mitch ll H-l ' ' ' - ' ' e , umontl XX ood, 1Xo1m.in Stout. Junior Bell. Bow 4-lion Miller, .loe Sutton, Bill Strayer, Orland Ifreewalt, Kenneth Hurruff, Loy Sheets, Paul Vuigzuuott Virgil Koons, Dick Pickering, Tommy Arthur, IIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII Pa- 9 29 8' llllIllIllIlIlIIIIlIllIIIllIllllIIlIlllilIIIIIIilllllllllliilillllilll

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o o o-1000--ECH0ESoo o--ag gi Eighth Grade Bow 1--Thonizis Mvllonald, Kenneth, McCumi-, lbivk llardesty. Robert Youngpi-ter. Forest Kzintner. Virgil Vziglow, Wayne Mclilroy, Harold Place. Joe Neidlmriit, RlCll?ll'IlR91'H0lllS, Herbert Boyer, Carl Haunhorst Row 2-.lnmos Richardson. Robert Leis, Robert XYhitling, Marvin Shuller, James Jarvis. Robert Leffel, Ste- phen lninning, .lim Young. Gerald Seihert. Billy lla1nse5 Mz1uric'e Hager, Charles Morris. Row 3-Patty Mc-Kinley, lllzirpraret ML-Kinlvy, Doris Muter, Peggy Clay, Frances XYi1gos, .Iune Oakes, .lo .Xnn Keller, Patricia Hanley. Jeannette Plikeril, lma .lean Ki-uk, .lean Miller, Betty Rhodes. Mary Rupert, XVillene Tliornlon, Fern Leffel, limziline- Graessele, ROW 4-Miss Vhamherlziin, llonalml Metzger, Arthur Gaskill, Albert Grzindstaff, Albert Louth, Bill Bowden, l'l:irl Gaiskill Junior Seewer, 'l'+-d Koenig, Rowland llenipfer. Lester Sn-ilmert. Mr. Slmckelford, President ..... ..... F ern Leffel Vice President ..... . Emaline Graessle Secretary-Treasurer . .... James Jarvis Annual Reporter .................... Joe Neidhardt Student Council. . . .Robert Whetstone, Ima Jean Keck We started this school year with an enrollment of 57 pupils. During the year we lost four members. They were Jim Green, Joe Wat- son, Richard Nungester, and Ruth Theobald. We have a new mem- . ber, -Doris Muter this year. In the fall we held the annual Wiener roast. We put on one assembly play. Our grade was well represented in Junior High basketball with Virgil Paglow, Earl Gaskill, Forest Kantner, Junior Seewer, James Jar- vis, and Wayne McElroy on the squad. Our sponsors this year were Miss Chamberlain and Mr. Shackel- ford, lllllllllllllllllIlllllllllllllIllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllllll Page 28 IlllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

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ooo--ooo--ECHOESooo--egg... Class Prophecy The Adventures of the Squeeky Nlousv As the steady stream of vapor arose from the boiling test tube, I sat sleepily gazing at it. Somehow I felt different, I knew I was in the Memorial Hospital, Li- ma, Ohio and the time was 9:00 P, M., year 1950, but yet something was different. I seemed to be sinking, sinking, as if into the farthest corner of the room. I closed my eyes, but when I opened them I found that what seemed like the corner of the room was only the corner of my chair, but worst of all, I had taken on the appearance of a little mouse. Impossible, you say, things don't happen like that, but they were happening. So I scampered down the chair's leg and through the door and slid with squeeking delight on the gleaming hallway floor. As I stopped beside a desk four nurses appeared on the scene. They mustn't see me so I hid behind the desk. I could see- them plainly: they were: Ruth Bol- ton, supervisor of the Baby Department: Amarilla Sutton, surgical nurse: Helen Beerman, supervisor of men's ward: and LaDonna Youngpeter, private nurse. They seemed to be discussing something. Listen- Ruth remarks: Girls, Pvt. Robt, Miller is the proud father of a 10-lb. baby girl. Helen: Guess who's' in my ward? Who? asked Ruth. Bob Croft, Leo Brown, Bill' Miller, and Glen Whitling'f' answered Helen. Bob and Leo smacked their plane into Bill's and Glen's while attempting to take off. Amarilla: No kidding? Helen: And that isn't all Grease- monkey Dutch Goetz was knocked down with the im- pact and is now suffereing from a lack of memory. LaDonna: You should have been in there about 15 minutes ago, Bob was shooting paper wads at Leo. Ruth B.: I can't believe it. Oh here comes interne Layton Bowsher, let's tell him. Squeek- Amarilla: EAek-a mouse. LaDonna: There it goes down the exit stairs Squeek. that was a narrow escape, I might have been killed, I left the hospital, dashed down the walk, ran up the running board of a truck. and climbed into the pocket on the door, just as the engine started. It seemed to me as if we stopped, I felt myself being swung backward, and stopped with a bang. Recovering from the sudden stop, I peeked over the top and saw two men. One I recognized as Robt. Mulholland and the other as Eddy Graessle Cdriverl. Eddy was saying: Ho,w's your farm, Bob? Don't you get sorta lonely out there on the Spencerville Pike all by yourself? Bob: What do you mean all my myself. I got neighbors- why that dairy farm run by Ruth Moorman and Don- old Rothe is only two miles away. That's not all- their hired girl is Ruth Starkey. Alone nothing I'm surrounded by people. Eddy: You don't say! Just then I slipped back into the corner of the much too large pocket. I was awakened again from my little snooze with a jerk, the car had stopped. I peeked over the top. The two men were gone. but a big box was on the seat: it tempted me so much that I climbed into it. No sooner had this happened than the box was roughly carried and carelessly dropped. Recovering myself. I jumped from the box. Much to my amazement I dis- covered I was in a grocery store. none other than Kro- ger's. The manager, Ruth Patrick, was waiting on Ruth Lies. Listen! Ruth Lies is saying: I am so happy to hear of Jack C'ook's promotion to Admiral of the Navy, Ruth Patrick: Thanks, what about your coming marriage? Ruth Lies: Everything's set and Dorothy Cavinder is going to be the flower girl after all. Paul Walthers, chief efficient clerk remarks: Is it true that the minister will be Bob Haller? Ruth Lies: That's right. Ruth Patrick: It seems so diflicult to believe that he turned out to be a minister. Just then Ben Kelly editor of the local newspaper, rushes in saying: Have you heard the news about the medicine show that's coming to town? All three: No, what gives? Ben Kelly laughing: And its main attractions are: Stanley K i?J, knife thrower and his gorgeous partner Mildred E t?J and Oh, this will kill you: it is rumored that Lewis Metzger and Bill Horvath are disguised as Wicka Yvacka Hula girls. Hal Hal Ha! Oh, Boy, will this make the front page. W'ell, so-long. Squeek --there I go out the door.J As I dashed down the street who should I see- but the president of the bank, Richard Becker: the man- ager of the Elevator, Bill McKinley: and Sergeant George McElroy. There seemed to be a pretty hot discussion. Listen! George is shouting: Well, I'm going to vote for Lester Im1er. Bill answers: Well, that doesn't mean he will be the best president. Richard: My secretary, Mary Moorman. says she's go- ing to vote for the famous lawyer, Jean Rader, and if I don't, she'll leave me. Who'll I vote for? Bill McKinley: My secretary, Betty Stonehill, is vot-ing for whomever I tell her to, so there too. However, I dashed on and into what seemed to be a woman's hair-dressing convention, the Beauty Parlor. Before I had time to think, I was inside a woman's shopping bag, peeking over the top. The operator Margery Jones, was asking her secretary, Gladys Eley: How do you want your hair fixed? Gladys: Oh, the Very latest, such as one of those featured in the pho- tographs of the model Betty Wlenkenf' Anna Long, the assistant operator: Oh, to be photographed by that famous Ray Brandyberryf' Manicurlst June Caskill: How about some of those clothes Nancy Sut- ton designs? Oh, simply divine, remarks prominent society leader Twila Evans Graham. You're next, Twila remarks Margery, after placing Gladys under the drier, Say, did you hear that Bob Place and his swanky classical orchestra made good in New York?, asks Anna. Twila: Oh yes, and his soloists were violinist Joan Medaugh and trombone player Stanley Rockholdf' Anna: It seems so difficult to believe after all these years Twila: Just think .Ioan was my best friend. Homemaker Betty Slentz, coming out from under a beauty mask remarks: I hear WAAC Maxine Miller is returning home on a visit? Anna: Yes, I know: I received a card from her yesterday. She wrote that WAAC Elizabeth Shaffer won't be home for another week. Just then I started to jump for the floor but I ac- cidentally upset the shopping bag. Everything went rolling, including me. Eek--a mouse girls! screamed Twila. Run for your life! shouts Anna. Helpl Crash! Booml June in her excitement knocks over her manicuring table. Everything is going round and round. Wake up! wake up! shouts Ruth Bolton, Vivian: Oh Hum. Where am I, Ruth- Ruth: What's wrong with you? You look like you had a nightmare. Vivian: I have. Look at nie. Do I look like a mouse? Ruth: No of course not, don't be silly. I dreamed I was a mouse and I saw everyone in our class. -Ring-ring-ring-, Ruth: That's absurd, you should get to bed earlier, come on, we'll be late for duty. Class Will We, the Senior Class of 1943, being sound of mind and knowing our death is near because of the crim- es committed by us, such as, the use of incorrect English, handing papers late or not at all and tor- menting our dear teachers until their hair starts to turn gray. For these crimes our Judge, Father Time, has sentenced us to death. This is our last will and testament. To all our under classmen we will afl our pranks, capers? the desire to torment teachers and the knowledge of knowing how to imitate us so the teachers will never forget us or be bored by dull and well-behaved classes. To the teachers: lllllllIIIIlIIIllllIlIllllllIlllllllllllllllllIlllllllllllllllllllllll P180 30 IIlIIllIIIIllllllllllllllIlllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII