Versailles High School - Portal Yearbook (Versailles, OH)

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JINGLES It’s Gene at the bat, and that ain’t all, In Physic class he’s on the ball. Joan’s our friend, tall and pretty is she, Then too, “she has a pleasing personality”. He’s a lad that likes to tease, But he’d do most anything—just to please. Some North Star boy goes many a mile, To see Ann use her famous smile. This is Dot, our friendly clerk, You will always find her busy at work Milton Edson is his name, To us it’s Junior, just the same. Virginia’s the quiestest girl around, A truer friend has ne’er been found. Kenny is a sport and an athelete too, His friends are many and enemies few. A whiz at Math is our Glenn, We don’t mean Zellers—but a ’46’ man. At most everything, Wanda will pass, Oh but cures—that typing class! A quiet girl with an infectious smile, Her type of friendliness is always in style. She’s rather tall and lots of fun, She’ll put your blues right on the run. Our accompanist for the minstrel, he’s really all reet, An again on the organ, Dick can’t be beat. We wonder when Bob was a little tyke, If he started repairing his motor bike. On Sunday p. m’s. when for Dawn you’re bound, You’ll find Buck running for an exciting first down. You’ll see Mary as she speeds round a corner; That’s her right, for she helps Mr. Hoerner. Bernard is a silent guy, His faults are few and ideals high. “Fid” is a boy who’s full of fun, When he’s around the tricks are done. From six to eleven on Saturday nite, He sells his potatoes and he’s always polite. “Mary Lou! Mary Lou! Little girl with eyes of blue.” Twenty-one

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CLETUS WENNING JAMES PEQUIGNOT Greenville High School 1, 2, 3 The following boys have completed the requirements for their High School education, while in the Armed Forces. They will receive their diplomas in May, 1946. NORMAN BARGA JOHN BILLENSTEIN DONALD BURNS GEORGE FRANTZ PAUL GRILLIOT PAUL REISER OWEN SHUMAKER LESTER SIMON IN MEMORIAM The following graduates of Versailles High School gave their lives in World War II. Marvin Barga ................................... Class of ’42 Marion Barton Class of ’38 Paul Buell ..................................... Class of ’36 Kenneth Detrick Class of ’40 Robert Gillette ................................ Class of ’43 Carl Jones ......................................Class of ’36 Harold Marehal ................................. Class of ’42 Romayne Metzger ................................ Class of ’37 Cletus Rhoades ................................. Class of ’34 Eugene Rhoades ................................ Class of ’35 George Sherry ............................ .,... Class of ’36 Anthony Voisinet Class of ’39 Twenty

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To be called Myrt, fairly makes her hair curl, But won’t she make a pretty Indian girl. “Tardiness is bliss someone said, And from the looks of things it might have been Fred. The “Osgood belle” is our queen, The boys all say she’s on the beam. She can’t be passed without a smile, She’s surely a friend that is worthwhile. This boy is sure to bring us fame, That’s right, Bob is his name. Mary and Martha are twins at heart, You’ll be doing fine if you can tell them apart. In our high school days, she’s missed lots of fun, But she got her diploma and therefore she’s won! Here we have Wanda, to all a friend, Wherever you see her, you also see Glenn. Now this is Jane, she’s quite a gal, She’s full of fun and to all, a pal. She has red hair, and laughing eyes, A little gal that causes the sighs. They call her “Red” for the obvious reason, She doesn’t mind, she knows they’re teasin’. Buck’s the captain of our brave eleven, Coach will vouch for him at the gates of heaven. Tho’ Ed is short it’s not extreme, He still excelled on the football team. Virginia has a former’s head, She knew a mule was a pure hybrid. Esther makes her trombone sing, Just as her laugh gives the hall a ring. They call him “Sugar-Foot” in the class play, You see him at Wolf’s every day. Each class has a blond and ours is Mary, She’s already engaged, so boys be wary. When “Samanthy” zips by like a flash of steel, You can be sure it’s ‘Dick’ at the wheel. This gal Rich, she isn’t coy, Better known is “our tom boy”. Our Bill is very keen, Can always be heard if not seen. To V. H. S. she’ll always stick, Because between us and Greenville, she had to pick. If you are sad, and want a laugh, Just look for Peg, she’s quite a lass! Twenty-two