Upper Arlington High School - Norwester Yearbook (Upper Arlington, OH)

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CLASS WILL (continued) Bill Best refuses to leave his chewing gum to anyone. Jim Betts leaves to Neddy Green the clomp-clomp of his heavy white shoes echoing through the halls. Frank Boettcher leaves his shyness in English class to Jack Kight. Bill Davidson leaves for Washington, D. C., with many memories of Arlington. Ralph Fallon leaves all those foreign language credits to Miss Schultz. Jack Grinstead leaves that what I don't do today, I'll do tomorrow attitude to Nelson French. Mac Blanton bestows his Kentucky drawl upon Roberta Stoltz. John Harris gives his nickname back to the girls. Warren Jones leaves the cinders in the track to future track stars. George Landis bestows that familiar warble upon Fred Lowry. Ed Seville bestows his ability to sleep in class upon Jack Shutt. George Simeon leaves the convertible in the garage because of tire rationing. Fred Slager passes the basketball on to Blaine Sickles. Lloyd Stout leaves his ability for pitching baseball to Howard Burkle. Marjorie Bell leaves the High Life in Monnie Bennett's hands. Jackie Butler leaves her technique for long-lasting romance to Rosemary Cameron. Carolyn Carlile bestows her ability to knit argyle socks upon Joan Rinker. Ruth Fitz-Henry bequeaths her wavy front locks to Phyllis Fullen. Joan Barcroft leaves her wasp waist to Jack Hood. Nancy Bottman wills her height-gaining pills to any small girl who can use them. Lois Davis leaves her record of selling 4,200,000 candy bars during football and basketball seasons. Charlotte Exline wills her sophistication to Joyce Baltzell. Marjorie Fauber wills her ability to wear red to Mary Kimberly. Joan Galbreath donates her boots 'n' saddle to anyone who has the same love for horses that she has. Mary Lou Kennedy wills her journalistic ability to Beatrice Benfer. Virginia Neidig leaves to anyone who is interested her determination to be an undertaker. Gloria Poling bestows upon the younqsr generation her ability to make lollipops last. Betty Renneckar leaves the drug stor2 to anyone who wants it. Beverlee Rice bestows her A's in Virgil upon Jack Woodruff. Sally Watson leaves—in her Buick convertible. Ralph Baker leaves his fireside chats to Bobby Blackford. Ed Binder wills his glamour-boy clothes to Fred Pfening. Ted de Mey wills his size 12 shoes to Steve Hart. Rocky Frost bestows his beaming smi'e upon all who feel worn out on Monday morning. Guilford Gerlach returns his chemistry apron to Mr. Cavins. Bill Hall gives the senior class treasury back to Bill TouVeSle. Jim Grinstead leaves Anne. Sonny Knowlton returns his nose guard to the athletic department. Bob Mason leaves the auditorium light controls to Jack Roberts. Sam Miller leaves his My, oh my, to Gordon Buck. Ray Mullen leaves his Windsor neckties to Bill Dalton. Dick Redding leaves his shyness with the girls to Jack Wetherbee. Bill Schleckman leaves his ability to spade gardens to the W. P. A. {continued on page twenty-one) page twenty

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CLASS WILL (continued) John Setzer bequeaths to Jack Munse'l his talent for playing the clarinet. Ken Sherer bequeaths his bass voice to Arch Robison. Don Witchey returns the bass drum beater to the music department. Anita Albanese leaves Mr. Larkin to figure out which twin she is. Julia Fraher leaves her knack of playing bridge to Betty Gene Atchison. Marilyn Graf leaves the last memories of the Graf family with the faculty. Jane Hamlin leaves the G. A. A. to settle its own problems. Marion Taylor returns in time to leave again. Irene Icenhower gives all the information on the latest shows to anyone who appreciates the theatre. Janie Leifeld leaves her hair-growing tonics to Jo and Audrey Merkle. Martha Morris wills her wee little voice to Charles Pettis. Bea Sampson leaves her ability to make beautiful clothes to Jean Bonner. Rosanne Wilce leaves her angora sweaters to Barbara Everitt. Doris Young wills her sweet voice to JoAuda Saxbe. Virginia Wolfe leaves with her West Point jewelry. In testament whereof we hereto set our hands this twenty-first day of April, 1942. Written by: Barbara Taylor Witnesses: Bernice Rea Joyce Donley Walter Heischman Rocky Frost Lowell Guesman CLASS PROPHECY (continued) Bottman and Marion Taylor, exotic blues singers from Chicago, and Jane Hamlin of Hamlin's Heavenly Blossoms Floral Shop had all started to Columbus on Hall's Horseless Carriage. The bus had broken down on the road and couldn't be repaired in time. As I entered the gym again, the crowd was going wild; everyone was screaming at the top of his lungs. Over at one side I noticed some old friends who must have entered after I left the gym. Looking closer I saw Joyce Donley, Sally Watson, Gloria Poling, and Rosanne Wilce. They’re that famous ballet team from New York. Standing near them I saw Marilyn Heiss, late ambassador to England, and Barbara Taylor, senator from Ohio. All at once, the gun sounded and the game was over. What a riot! Arlington had won by the narrow margin of 34 to 33. Greenberg was really a dead pigeon. He was so dead, in fact, that Virginia Neidig, Christine Holderle, and Kathryn West, undertakers deluxe, carried him away. So Marilyn, (let's move to this end of the floor now) I thought that all the excitement was over. Everyone was filing out and leaving Arlington for the last time. As I began reluctantly to clean up, I almost fainted from fright. In a dark corner of the gym under the bleachers I saw two moving shadows. Boldly I picked up my mop and approached the two figures. I was about to strike one of them on the head when I stopped. You can never guess who those two mysterious creatures were! Dick Shank and Ray Mullen. No kidding, I was never so shocked in my life. They apologized and ex plained that they were collecting souvenirs of the game. Ray and Dick, it seems, are owners of what’s known as Mullen's Mouldy Museum. Dick runs Shank’s Sensational Side Show of Fierce Freaks as an added attraction. After Dick nd Ray left. I was all alone until you came. It made me think of all the good times we've shared in the old school. It certainly was swell to have all the class of 42 back again and to have the chance to talk to them. But it's getting late and we should both go home. I’ve got to put my family to bed too. Let's take one last look around and close up the old place and its happy memories till we meet again. Martha Leifeld. paq twenty-one