Trenton High School - Monguagon Yearbook (Trenton, MI)

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X .i Eff tl I . n ' Seniors 555474. .451 E., :Il . . ai L nf, its it Page Twfn ty DELORES TESCHENDORF There's a sparkle in her eye, And a smile you couldn't buy.' MILDRED THOMAS Homemaking assistant and a good one too She knows all the short cuts, old and new. TOM THOMPSON Love em all--you might miss a good one. PEGGY TIMMINS Her gift for chatter is no small matter. CAROLYN TRUAX She's a true lady, there's no doubt She never acts foolish and never shouts. SHIRLEY UNDERWOOD A smile on her lips and a look in her eye, Beware fellows! This girl only seems shy.' DON VAN WALLAGHEN Never do today What you can put off 'till tomorrow. CHARLES VENIER Though he be but little, He covers a lot of ground. RICHARD VOGT Life is wonderful, but by teasing others I have no time to enjoy it. JOAN WEEDON Her di nified manner is her charm. g ALAN WIBER The real problem concerning my leisure is how to keep others from using it. BEVERLY WILD Businessmen: Please take heed! Typing and shorthand she does with speed. if If FRANCIS WILD The tiny volcano with sudden erruptionsf' JIM WILSON He'll work hard, he'll find success His labors will bring him happiness. RAY WINTER A likeable boy with a likeable way. PHOEBE WISEMAN A high stepping lass Who is liked by the class. IVA WOLFE Always teasing, But never displeasingf' DON WOLLNEY An officer of 50's class As a Sportsman, he'l1 more than pass.

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Seniors i Page Nmr tern LORAIN RICHER For this young Mrs. There's always cooking, cleaning and dishes. DICK ROBERTS If this is liberty - then give me death. ELIZABETH RODGERS Conscientious and true blue, She is goodness thru and thru. DENNIS RUDESILL I would never dare to show all my intell- igence. VIVIAN SCHARBONEAU How many hearts have you broken? ANTHONY SCHUSTER Tony is shy as we all know, But he'll get ahead, just watch him go. BILL SCOTT A diller, a dollar A topnotch scholar. FERGUS SENESKI Whizz - the best runner there is. FRANK SMITH Fun--he's one who can make it. Trouble--he's one who can shake it. IO ANN SMITH Gaze into her eyes and you'll see an angel Gaze a little longer and you'll see an imp. RUSSELL SMITH He performs magic tricks well, As class president he is swell. IIM STACKHOUSE Baseball, football, hockey, and track, A love for sports he doesn't lack. FRANCIS STANIGER Stylish and neat, She s truly a treat. DARLENE STARK Why worry? Worry is the interest you pay on trouble before it comes. IOE STATER The friendly chap, Who can make us laugh. NORMAN STEFFKE Be silent and safe--silence never betrays you. MARY STEVENS Is she cute and lively? Oh yes, A familiar gal at T. H. S. JOAN SUNDQUIST ' Smiling face, twinkling eye, you simply cannot pass her by. '

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Seniors JERRY WOOD Like a torpedo he shoots through the water. CHERIE WORKMAN Happy am I, from care I am free, Why aren't all as happy as me? SHIRLEY YAKE Most people dodge debt collectors But Shirley always welcomes a Bill . CLASS PROPHECY Here it is 1960, and the class of 1950 is holding its first reunion at the Statler Hotel in Detroit. As I enter the lobby, I already see many familiar faces. Coming out of the lounge is Jessie Marcum, a star of Broadway's latest hit, Let Love Come First. Talking with her is Marie Brown, who models Scratchy Woolens for leading modeling agencies. Hanging from the crystal chandelier, in a precarious position is Ray Greenup, trying to take pictures of the several celebrities. Who are these intelligent looking individuals peering through magnifying glasses? Ah--it's Hawkshaw Stater and Get- Her-Man-Teschendorf, who are detectives. They are examining the footprints on the carpet Goodness! What is this I see? A rabbit, running across the lobby, and there is a man chasing lt. Well, for heaven's sakesl It's Russell Smith, the world famous magician. I guess the rabbit must have jumped out of his hat. Following after Russell are his two gorgeous assistants. This place is getting to be a regular race track. Here come those two notorious bachelors and playboys, Jim Craw- ford and Bob Boughner. No doubt they are chasing the assistants. There is a lot of commotion at the entrance of the hotel. Let's stroll over and see what the trouble is. Isee a big yellow truck out in front, with the sign Workman's Pretty Posies painted on the side. There is Cherie now, she is owner of Detrolt's largest flower shop. Who is the gentleman snif- fing the yellow roses? It's Paul Muller, a noted horticulturist. Never a dull moment, everyone is now gathering in the lounge. No! It cou1dn't be. Those two very distinguished sociologists, Richard Howlett and Phil Ellias are having a fight over the advantages of Communism in upper Afghanistan. Phil just hit Dick over the head with his world atlas and knocked him out. How fortunate Dick is! Here comes Doctor Bill Gannaway and a number of nurses, among whom are Peg Timmins, Mary Stevens, Joan Sundquist, and Ethel Maclntyre. If they don't quit crowd- ing Dick, he will probably suffocate, as they are all trying to examine him at once. He is coming to now with serious threats to sue Phil. A lawyer from the crowd offers his services, and it turns out to be Bob Murdoch. It's about time to go up to the banquet hall. Oh, there is a vacant elevator. What is all the screaming? It's a crowd of women, and I'd better get out of the way. Oh! Oh!--too late, here they come ---- well as I pick myself up, I see why they were hurrying so, force of habit I suppose. They are all secretaries who are used to rushing from offices when the day's work is done. I see several familiar faces. Corinda Baker, Connie Block, Corrine Durham, Aurelia Lory, Pat Rahn, Betty Ouellette, Iva Wolf, Joan Marsh, Beverly Wild, Betty Cameron, and Delores Cordova. I'll have to go to the next elevator, no chance of getting in that one. Another disappointment, this one is filled with men, I suppose Icould squeeze in, but Pd rather not try. It seems these handsome boys have cornered each other to talk over the latest machines, this isn't unusual because they are all machinists by profession. Among them are Jack Barnes, George Bosman, Arnold Hermann, Ralph King, Dennis Rudisell, Norman Steffke, Clyde Richardson, Allen Ray, Jim Lawnichak, and Chuck Gabrielson. I might as well give up trying to take the elevator and take the stairs---Here I am on the fifth floor and only ten more to go. Here's someone sitting on the steps. It looks like Mary Ann Drozdowski and Waynetta Freels, who didn't want to miss the party, but have to finish their book of poetry before the publlsher's deadline. The stairs were the only quiet place they could find. Page Twenty-