St Rose High School - Rosarian Yearbook (Lima, OH)

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SEN IORS E yi. RICIIARD XVEGER Wetlge- Welll-, 1 1lon't know, -tull-good imitutor- fuvoritc pastime. drawing-nice looking-future looks good. ttX MARY STEIN ln just il few minutes - lmshful-kind to :lll-short- shall never forget Initiation-ew ioys being one minute lute. Al.lCli SXVICKIER Tiny-arrived here in her third year - hard worker- thrives on studies-allways an laugh -- intelligent - future? eheertul nurse. 1. -.il - -Fill 5' C133 DZ!-fgcr

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SEN IORS N EIL PARENT Nunky- It wasn't me -New Englander-fixer of electric gad- gets - future? - a handy camera man with an x-ray eye. MARILYN SCHEETZ Marnie-- Oh Fudge, wishes school would start at 8:10- likes song, Beyond the Sea - future? call her at the grocery. RAYMOND MUSTO Ray-likes song, I Can Dream Can't I?,'-won't be fenced unless it is with Barbara -likes study halls - future? truck driver. PATRICK ORDOVENSKY Ordy-- cough -hard worker -county winner of Ohio State Contest on Know Ohio --ao tive editor-likes football-he'1l go far in college. U25 WILLIAM SHAMBARGER Bill-'good personality-every body's friend-enjoys receiving and sending letters-all around athlete-ended senior football season as King of the game and bull-future? he-'ll go far, even to Dayton. JAMES SHANK jim-a new classmate-inteL ligent -- member of coaching staff while still in high school- has keen interest in junior Class-future? athletics.

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY The best twelve years of our life? It's true! One ioesn't realize it until he is out in the world and away from everyone. Look back with the Seniors of 50 and see for yourself. Scene I St. Rose Grade School. Time: September, 1937 One sunny morning a group of starry eyed, frighten- ed children walked into St. Rose grade school for the first time. Waving goodbye to their mothers, they began their first adventure in school. The children who before were called Lammy Pie, and Dumpling were now just plain Joe, Mary, and Bill. This year a Christmas play was planned, but to our dismay, Chicken Pox took the leading role, and thus our play was canceled. At this point we felt very bad, but looked much worse. In the spring we began to prepare to receive Our Lord in First Holy Communion. Our First Communion Day marked the outstanding event in the first grade, and in our lives. Thus with happy hearts we stepped out of our first adventure and prepared for Grade Two. We again entered school, only this time with a little better outlook on this new life. The routine was much the same as last year, but we found the work new and different. This year we welcomed three new classmates, bright-eyed Gerry Finn, curly haired Sam Guagenti, and the humorist of the class, Dick Weger. Since we knew how to write, we thought it per- fectly legitimate to write notes, that is, until our views about this were changed by Sister Mary Irene. Mary F. will you ever forget the contents of a certain note you received from a certain party? We accomplished many achievements this year, among them were adding, subtracting, and even tell- ing time. The main event of our second year in school was our Confirmation by Bishop Alter. We were now sol- diers of Jesus Christ. Before we knew it the year had swiftly passed by, and we were once again on summer vacation. This third year was again one of work and study and since we were older now, we 'iust about knew what the score was. We welcomed back two of our former classmates, Janet and Jane Garner. Yes! A new discovery! Believe it or not, we discov- ered that we had talent in our class. Many of our classmates were found to possess artistic ability. We can still visualize our sand box scenes, our art designs, and penmanship achievements decorating the room. This year marked an accomplished feat-we wire introduced to the task of writing with pen and In . The year scurried on, and rumors of final exams filled the classroom. The receiving of report cards stating, UPROMOTED TO THE FOURTH GRADE marked the end of the third year. Upon-entering the fourth grade in 1941, we felt quite grown up--and why shouldn't we? We were then the oldest ones on the first floor of the grade school! This year our three shieks, Tom Daley, Joe Lawler, and Bill Shambarger, began to realize that there were such things as girls in the world. Remember the Blue Flowered Pin, Joe? Through the undying patience of Sister Margaret Helene, we became masters of Long Division and Dia- graming. At the end of this year, we bade farewell to the little Irish Bostonian, Mary Ann Finn, who was later to return. June welcomed us into the summer vacation. Our fifth year was the year that we advanced from the first to the second floor. We all thought this was a great achievement, except Helen Lamantia, who seemed to have a knack for falling down the stairs. Did you ever recover, Helen? This year between trying to get fractions and his- tory, we also worked very hard on the Chronicle Drive. Through the loyal efforts of Marilyn Scheetz, who has always brought in more than her share of subscrip- tions, our class has always made a good showing in this drive. Under the guidance of Sister Emmanuel, the girls were given sewing lessons after school. Will you ever forget the sewing bags and topper hats? June again rolled around, and we dropped our work till the following year. We now have a celebrity and matinee idol in our midst-None other than Ray Musto. This was the year he, and his sixth grade orchestra brought their instruments to school and showed us all their talent. fWe still think, however, they kept it well hidden.J We can't pass on to the seventh grade without asking Madelon Cooney if she remembers the last desk in the first row by the window. Whoopie! junior High School! This was wonder- ful. Almost like High School. This year under the encouragement of Sister Mary Clara, we became very mission minded. We gave, worked, and prayed. Thank heavens we have one bashful member in our class. This year we welcomed Mary Stein as one of us. Our boys now became a part of the Junior High Basketball team with the aspects of going far. We were very proud of them. One day we changed our desks, and one of our sweet little girls expressed her opinion on the subiect. Tsk, Tsk, Rosie. With these thoughts in mind we looked forward to the summer and our return in September as eighth graders. What a feeling of superiority! We are now the seniors of the grade school. Along with this came the many privileges of being an Eighth Grader.