Sycamore High School - SIHIS Yearbook (Sycamore, OH)

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Class Proplueqey Sycamore City Hospital May, 1959 To Whom This May Concern: I have just finished a very thrilling trip and during my joumey I took a few notes which may in the end be quite valuable. My first notes concern the Sycamore High graduating class of 1949, this is the class which graduated 10 years acio. During their existence in High School they were voted the ones most likely not to succeed, but for those interested I would like to prove that they were successful in their own individual field. When I left the Airport in Sycamore in my new jet propelled helicopter Ilialph Murray. the chief mechanic had just over-hauled the planel I buzzed the Yankee Stadium in New York and guess what I saw . . . a southpaw pitcher warming up for the final game of the World Series. Yes, this was the one and only Dale Lundy pitching for the Cleveland Indians who are in the leading position of the Series. As I flew over the Appalachian Mountains I viewed an artist down in the valley and as I swooped down on the silhouette I caught a glimpse of Myrta Baylous with a brush in hand and sitting at an easel. She is now a great land- scape artist, so l've heard. By some magnetic force my plane landed itself on the White House lawn in Washington, D. C. and I was astonished as I jumped out and who would I run into but Congressman Ned Huiford. I always knew he would get in the govemment one way or another. During my stay at Washington, D. C. I decided to go through the Bureau of Printing and Engraving. The first person I chanced to meet was Patsy Molex. an engraving expert. She is really in the money nowll After a short stay in the Capital I hopped the ocean to attend the Olympics and I arrived just in time to see lack Anderson coming across the finish line to receive the first place trophy for the mile run. lack always was long windedl Flying back to the United States, I landed on the beach in' Florida. There I met another mem- ber of the class of '49 . . . Bonnie Greary. a model, posing for Life magazine. As I headed North on my way I was forced to land on the Coast to Coast highway and I was greeted by a new jet propelled convertible with Richard Solze at the driver's seat. Rich was headed South for the National Banker's Convention. Seems as though when Virginia Heck started to college in '49 she became attached to Ken- tucky for as l flew over the hills I saw Virginia chasing.a man over a hilltop, although I didn't recognize him. IP. S. It was Sadie Hawkin's day.l As Ilcontinued on my way I decided to get some food for my stock was low. Stopping in Upper Sandusky, Ohio I noticed the Moore Bakery. Upon entering, Dick Moore the pro- prietor waited upon me. He is the owner of the largest bakery n Ohio. Dick is really making the dough now!! Needing a haircut and a manicure I strutted myself into Carol's Curlie Curl when I found that Carol Miller the owner and manager of this large salon. While waiting, I picked up the morning paper and in the headlines I saw LEE PERFORMS ANOTHER EXPERIMENT. Reading on further I discovered Bill Lee was now the owner of an experimental turkey farm. He had just successfully completed an experi- ment to raise turkeys with a speaking tongue. Leafing through the paper I came to the gossip column written by Lois Miller. She is taking the place of the former Hedda Hopper, and is doing quite well . . . probably due to the experience in some school years ago. Getting ready to leave Upper Sandusky, it was necessary for me to pass the famous pool room and doing so I ran into Lt.-Major Eugene Babcock, a marine, home on furlough. He's been around the world seven times . . . and also get- ting a divorce from his seventh wife. I boarded my plane and flew to Rodmanville, Arkansas where I met a spinster school teacher, Florence Birrnely. She applied for her job through one of her former teachers in High School. As I returned home following Route 67 I passed the world-known cattle-raising farm now under the direction and ownership of Howard Von Stein . . . I hear he is really shooting the bull now. When I was bringing my plane back down into the feld at Sycamore something slipped and the next thing I knew I was surrounded by the white coats. Looking around the room I dis- covered Ianet Clingrnan the head nurse and supervisor in the recently built hospital in Sycamore. Well it seems as though the nurses are bear- ing down on me so will have to close this ac- count of the Seniors of Nineteen Hundred and Forty-nine. l wish them all success in their careers. Yours truly, Observing Traveler

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In the year 1937 on a bright September morn, 37 eager youngsters began an adven- turous journey which would take 12 years to complete. We entered the first grade under the patient guidance of Miss Stalters. lt was here that we encountered our first experience with education. After leaming our A B C's we advanced to the second grade where the former Miss Price tutored us in the art of writing. Studying diligently, we passed the second grade re- quirements and were promoted to the next scholastic step. Even though we were a studious group, you can be sure that time was found for sending Valentines and secret loves! In the third year of our academic career we succeeded in mastering the fundamentals of reading, writing, and arithmetic under the able direction of Miss Mesnard. During this year our memory was marred when the school burned. Many of our prized possessions were de- stroyed on this occasion, but we began anew in the Ford garage. The remainder of that year and the first part of the 4th was spent in the garage, trying to concentrate on stud- ies, but being annoyed by recitations from the adjoining rooms. In the latter part of the 4th grade we moved into our new school, which seemed very luxurious. With the former Miss Gribben to guide us, we readily became accustomed to the new building. A happy and profitable event occurred during our 5th year. We were a thrifty group of kids: therefore, we decided to increase our treasury surplus by having a bake sale, which was a great success. It was during our stay at Mrs. Caves' sixth grade that we managed, somehow, to scrape enough money together for the purchase of two 3625.00 War Bonds. We started to take more books home, and infinite knowledge was ours. Or so we thought! The year '43 discovered us in the first year of Ir. High with Miss Brunner as our home room teacher. Ir. High, a new idea to us, was a thrilling experience. Before realizing the circumstances we were the bright freshmen of the 9th grade. Mrs. Hickok was our class sponsor who helped us adjust ourselves to this compli- cated life. To add to the treasury we spon- sored our first skating party. By now our class had dwindled from the original 37 to 24. Although the road was rough, we weathered the storm to be greeted with a friendly smile by Mr. Geese, our Sophomore sponsor. ln order to display the acting ability which we possessed, we pre- sented our first dramatic stage production, Mixed Dates, for the high school. Of course we cannot forget the initiation. 4 The Iunior year, with Miss Van Gundia tfirst semester? and Miss Tuttle fsecond semester? as our advisors, found us exceed- ingly busy . . . First on the schedule was the junior play, We Shook The Family Tree, which meant long hours of rehearsal, with a little devilment on the side. But the fruit of our labor was the large profit we reaped upon its presentation. Our treasury was increased considerably by selling pop corn, candy, and ice cream at the basketball games. In the latter part of the year we acted as hosts for the Seniors at an exquisite banquet. The theme of the banquet was Old Mexico, and you can be sure that our siestas were of long duration the next day. The Senior year saw our enrollment di- minish until there were only 17 students in our class. Though smaller in number with Miss Tuttle our advisor, our accomplishments were larger still. Our graduation pictures were taken the first part of the year, and many of us have not ceased admiring them today! Next came the Sihis which we completed in fine form. After we had fin- ished our successful stage production of That Crazy Smith Family, it was time for the last and final step: graduation. Yes, we had arrived at journey's end. Which brings us to the conclusion that it was enjoyable and worthwhile trip.

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Senior Class Will We, the Senior class of Sycamore High School, in the County of Wyandot, and the State of Ohio, do hereby will and bequeath to the Senior Class of 1950 our old hand carved desks and squeaky seats. To the faculty we leave all the information they may have gained in anyway, and at anytime they seek advice may they feel free to ask the Seniors now departing. The Seniors reluctantly give up their price- less personal effects to the following: I, Patsy Moler, will my shortness to Harvey Pteidel who might like a change of atmos- phere. I, Virginia Heck, will my blonde hair to Bonnie Miller in hopes that she will catch that certain man! tl heard that Bob likes blondes.l I, Carol Miller, will my silliness to Shirley Shellhouse who seems to look at the dull things of life. I, Florence Birmely, will my love for study to Bob Bell in hopes that he will get that extra credit. I, Ianet Clingnlan, will my laugh to Beverly Burdge who seems to be afraid to laugh. I, Bonnie Geary, will my reserved seat at Ioe's to Donna Bogard who seems to take a back booth. I, Myrta Baylous, will some of my weight to Barbara Ingersol who could use a few pounds. I, Lois Miller, will my small waist line to Roma Swihart to help improve her figure. I, Howard Von Stein, will my line to girls to Doc. Smith who seems to be slipping! I, Dale Lundy, will my ability to drive one- handed to George Harper so he can catch flies with the other hand. I, Bill Lee, will my temper to Daryl Weaver who seems to be happy-go-lucky. I, Eugene Babcock, will my ability to play pool to any Iunior boy who thinks he's good enough to beat me. I, Dick Moore, will my ability to go steady to Donald Carr who hasn't settled down yet. I, lack Anderson, will my love for tall Women to Wade Tooley who will have trouble getting a short woman too. I, Richard Solze, will my ability of not liking too many girls to Eddie Doss who seems to love them all. I, Ned Hufford, will my love for Civic to Dale Moyer who won't have to copy off the person in front of him next year. I, Ralph Murray, will my bashfulness to Ned Gregg who seems to flirt with all the girls. We, the Senior Class, sincerely hope that Miss Tuttle is advisor for some future Senior Class which, she can say, is more quiet and sensible. On this twenty-fifth day of May, in the year of our Lord Nineteen Hundred and Forty-Nine, being of sound mind and body, we hereto set our hand and affirm this to be our last will and testament.