Sycamore High School - SIHIS Yearbook (Sycamore, OH)

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, - . , mga, , , ,FW WW, ,Q-1-g, Wi, S-I-H-I-S Senior Class Prophecy Say, says Ankney, I forgot to tell you I had a radio tlash from Tom Gregg the other night. It seems that he was testing out his new racing plane and ran out of gas on the Milky Way He glided in to a nearby filling station. It turned out to be Adam's Snap-Ouicky Service Station. Rushing to meet me, came a grease-monkey in coveralls. To his surprise it was his sister, who had just changed the oil in their helicopter. They filled him up with gas. She whispered to him that it was still some of that Black-Market stutf, that they had hoarded up during war time. Let's turn on the radio and get a little music, says I'iisor, it's rather dull in here since our new Mayor, Paul Walton, has abolished juke boxes. The voice from the radio sounded familiar and when I asked who was doing the announc- ing Ankney said that Clarence Keller was now anouncing the brand new comedy show starring the Screen Team fwhich really is Mary Louise Blackburn and Edna Gregoryl. They got their start in the radio shows we seniors of 44 had to puton in English class. Another good act is Nancy .Io Curliss and her talking violin. V Speaking ot English Class, I said what is Miss McGinnis doing now? She is in Spain, now, studying Spanish and teaching the little bambinoes to speak Eng- lish. If she isn't careful she will have all the Spaniards speaking English and then there won't be any need to study Spanish, said Ankney. ' I always knew Miss McGinnis would go placesif she listened to the advice our senior class of 44 gave her. By the way, when I was recuperating from my stay on the island I had to make several trips to Columbus to Grant Hospitalfl saw Betty Wagner there, she's a nurse and she will soon be marrying a doctor. Who painted those pictures on the wall, I asked, they show real artistic talent. You'd ought to recognize the paintings as some of the work ot Christofer and Ludwig, said Hisor. They work together as a team but I guess they will split up as the widow doesn't want anybody horning in on Don's time but herself. Ankney said, Did you see that little house with the green shutters just on the east edge oi town? Ruth Dunlap lives there with her husband and children. You won't believe it, but :he was the first one married out ot the Senior Class. I guess she's really happy too. I said, Well that's really a surprise to me. You've told me about everyone but Phyllis Close. What's she doing now? Not long after school was out she left on a trip around the world. She was going to walk all tlxo way and she hasn't been back yet but har letters are still coming to her folks, said Hisor. Well, I guess everybody has become a success in our Senior Class of 44 , I said, and I'm glad because I am proud to be a senior of 44. -15-

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S I H-I-S '44 - , ,ww ,,,,, ,,,,,,,.,, ' I Senior Class Prophecy Perhaps you have read about my being shipwrecked on a'-deserted isle fexcept for a few na- tive girlsl for the last ten years. I've just returned to Sycamore and to my surprise, found the old town changed a bit. I thought I'd stop at Skinny's for a ham sandwich as I was hungry for some good old coun- try ham. Imagine my surprise when I' found out that Kenneth Ankney was now the proprietor and general manager of the restaurant. As business was slack at that time, he stopped to chew the fat with me. How was life on the deserted isle, Loel? he asked. I answered, It wasn't bad at first but I grew rather tired of the same girls all the time. Every way I turned there was nc one but beautilul native girls. It was awful. f .lust then a big, new, Buick pulled up in fgont of the store and Darrel Kisor walked in. Ankney whispered to me that he was one of the Vice Presidents of the New York Central now and would soon be president of the railroad. Hisor sat down and I could see he was all ecited. Did you hear the news ? he asked. Tom Huffo-d was keeping the only horse in the state of Ohio on his 200 acre farm and just as he was loading the horse onto his truck to take it to the Toledo Zoo, his wife took off in their new helicopter. The helicopter scared the horse and it kicked Tom in the head. The kick cost him 52004.95-S2000 for the horse as it broke its leg and they had to shoot it, and S495 for a new hat, which was spoiled by the kick. By the way, Tom met his wife in Tahiti while he was in the Navy. Speaking of horses, Ankney said as he turned around from wiping some glasses. Did you hear' about our old school mate, Vivian Walton? She is running a dude ranch out West and I guess she is makingla pile of money. It has been rumored that she is about to marry her third husband, an English count who has been staying at her ranch. You remember Iliene Riedel, says Hisor, Well, I saw her on my way through Deunquat from Bucyrus. She stopped at the crossing and put the brake on the baby carriage, so she could hold Junior and Jane back from the train.! y Oh say! exclaimed Ankney, Do you know what I heard about Christofer the other day? Well, I heard that he had married his third wife. I guess she was some rich widow that had lost her husband about a year ago. You knew he was an aircraft designer for Lockheed, didn't you? He designed the new cargo ships that take off by rocket power. Say Arnold, did you hear about Carl Minter being a school teacher says Hisor. No. Where at? .. He teaches over at Melmore says Ankney. He's married, too. Some babe he met in college. Got a couple of boys to help him with the farm work in a couple of years, too. Gosh, look who's coming. Tom I-Iufford, isn't it? asks Arnold. Hi Gang! exclaimed Tom. Just thought I'd stop by for a bottle of orange on my way to the circus. They have one very good act. Charles Atlas II, but I saw it in Marion and the guy is really Claude Montz. His act is mostly strong man and knife throwing but just for good measure, he throws in a little slight of hand. That man has biceps six inches in diameter and you should see those shoulders. Well, I got to be going to catch the first performance. By the way, I saw Helen Kirsch in Cleveland when I bought my hat. She has a big beauty Shoppe with fifteen girls working for her. Gib has been shipping out on the Ggeat Lakes since the war. II? lfa: been working up to a Capfaincy, from a cabin boy. I'Ie's thinking of buying his own line. ..14..

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S-1-H-1-S '44 - - Last Will and Testament We,'THE SENIOR CLASS, of the City of Sycamore, Commonwealth of Ohio, being of sound mind and memory, so make, publish and declare this our last will and testament, in manner and form as follows: Unto our respected superintendent Mr. Shell, we leave a contract with Barnum and Bailey's circus for the advancement of more entertaining assemblies. I, Clarence Edward Keller, do hereby will my resistance to women to Hugh Davis, Jr. - - in hopes that he won't always be a wolf. I, Mary Louise Blackburn, do will my steady boy-friend to Maryan Huncy - - in hopes that He can hold her down. I, Helen Julia Kirsch, do hereby will my long finger-nails to Blanche Irene Curlis - - who needs them tor protection. I, Kenneth Louise Adams, do bequeath my basketball fouling technique to Herbert Weininger - - - good luck, Herbyl I, Donald Eugene Christofer, will my Monday morning naps to Robert Sleepy Young - - - ho, hum, Red. I, Ruth May Dunlap, do hereby will my streamlined chassis to Miss Opal Brunner - - - so people can see her when she turns sideways. I, Nancy Jo Curlis, will my fame on the fiddle along with the title of Maestro to Donald Smith - - - make good use of it Doc, I, Loel Arnold, leave my intense interest in the history department to Calvin Aurand - - - buck up ole' boy, you'll make it. I I, Phyllis Close, do will my quiet serious-mindedness to Marcile Huncy - - - whose a rattlebrain? I, Kenneth William Ankney, Jr., will my dislike for anything stronger then milk to Bob Ekle- berry. ' I, Beatrice Betty Wagner, just won't give up my giggle to Jean Shealy, who's doing okay right now. I, Vivian Evelyn Walton, will my ability on the volley ball floor to Gladys Ekleberry, who always just misses the ball. K I, Darrel Loel Hisor, bequeath my baby blue peepers and innocent look to Tommy Ingman - - - Honest teacher, I didn't throw it. I, Edna Jean Gregory, leave an article from the Police Gazette, entitled, Control of Traffic and the immortality of a left arm, to all begining drives. I, Paul Junior Walton, will my farming experiences to Elmer Clarkson, who thinks he's in a rut. I, Claude William Monti, will my false tooth to anyone who gets hungry enough to take a bite out oi the auditorium floor. r I, Mary Ileine Reiclel, will my ideas on the opposite sex to Mary Jean Phahler. I, Robert Thomas Hufford, leave my will power to keep in tgaining to cousin Ned - - - keep up the old Hufford tgadition. I, Tom R. Gregg, will my ability as a contortionist to Chuck Young who as yet hasn't made much of a success ot it. I, Frances Jeanne Ludwig, will my love for a rotation of boy friends to Helen McCormick who seems to like only one. I, Carl Frederick Minter, leave to all under-class French students the immortal French master- piece, Tray Beans by Bapoleon Nonaparte. , We, Carl and Jean bequeath our success at making this will a failure to next year's victim. .. 16 -