Versailles High School - Portal Yearbook (Versailles, OH)

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Sherman’s sleepy lots of the time, It must be that New Weston clime. His model airplanes were the talk of the school, And on current events, he’s nobody’s fool. Greg’s heart belongs to Willowdell, When it comes to blondes, he does right well. Jackie has that “stunning crew”, Where there’s Ginny, there’s Jackie too, Her heart belongs to “Ellie” true, But she’s always been our good pal, too. Ruth is very pretty and neat, To be her friend is really a treat. Velma is office girl the fifth, She gives the school a lot of lift. Her happy smile, and winning ways, Makes Thelma the joy of all our days. Mary Ann has an artistic mind, A better friend you cannot find. John is our only returned “vet”, He’ll go places, we’re willing to bet. Stover’s the name, Wood Street’s the place, If you’re ready to argue, you know she’s an ace, You’ve heard a lot of the “Postman's Daughter”, That’s the fame her daddy’s brought her. Virginia is so quiet and neat, She’s surely a friend you’ll want to meet. Cletus you’ll have to agree is short, But you couldn’t find a better sport. Jim is a guy quiet and neat, As a newly acquired friend, he can’t be beat. Please, Mr. Fields, don’t trade it in, We’ll always love that pile of tin. And if you want prospective buyers, Just don’t forget, it’s got four tires. We’ve done our duty, and made them rhyme. Now that we’ve finished, we’re going to sign. Margaret Stover, Marilyn Fambrough, Virginia Pitsenbarger, Margaret Seman. Twenty-three

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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

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SENIOR WILL! I, Jane Hole, do bequeath my figure to Mary Lou Graves. I, Margaret Stover, do bequeath my Republican spirit to Phyllis Prakel. I, Peg Seman, do bequeath my wit to Nelda Scherer. I, Marilyn Fambrough, do bequeath my bangs to Alice Kruckeberg. I, Joan Kelch, do bequeath my dating ability to Anna Jean Smith. I, Virginia Pitsenbarger, do bequeath my ambition to Gene Loxley. I, Virginia Bergman, do bequeath my studious efforts to Neva Cain. I, Kenneth Brandon, do bequeath my deep voice to Arthur Beck Jr. I, Junior Beal, do bequeath my muscles to Darrel Parin. I, Dick Brown, do bequeath by red shirts to Wanda Smith. I, Jim Pequignot, do bequeath my neat looks to Pete Price. I, Bob Christian, do bequeath my motor bike to Phil Kindell. I, Bill Ridenour, do bequeath by unique ballroom dancing to Yvonne Treon. I, Gene Rindler, do bequeath my Clark Gable looks to Bob Barga. I, Wanda Richhart, do bequeath my chewing gum, if not worn out, to Mona Lou Berger. I, Donna Sanders, do bequeath my trumpet playing to Harold Swallow. I, Jack Shade, do bequeath my checkered trousers to Jack Barga. I, Bob Sheman, do bequeath my attention in Spanish Class to Lowell Brown. I, Doris Sherry, do bequeath my ability to catch a man, to Susan Baltes. I, Dick Pittsenbarger, do bequeath my musical voice to Don Kremer. I, Esther Rhoades, do bequeath my 2nd trombone chair to Marvin Cain. I, Dick Goubeaux, do bequeath my ability to love to Harvey Warrick. I, Martha Guillozet, do bequeath my politeness to Mrs. Young. I, Bob Hahn, do bequeath my driving ability to Wayne Pittsenbarger. I, Buck Mangen, do bequeath my masculine physique to Gale Blakely. I, Ted Manier, do bequeath my shyness around women to Ralph Barge. I, Ed McClellan, do bequeath my football technique to Eddie Manier. I, Mary Nieberding, do bequeath my diamond to Doris Froebe. I, Velma Spraley, do bequeath my long fingernails to Yvonne Littman. I, Gregory Schlater, do bequeath my Willowdell possessions to Shorty Keller. I, Virginia Weaver, do bequeath my quietness to Miss Staubach. I, Virginia Collins, do bequeath my cooking ability to Mrs. Feth. I, John Shumaker, do bequeath my campaign bars to Jim George. I, Athern Cunningham, do bequeath my Ford to Edwin Paulus. I, Mary Dorsten, do bequeath my curl to Fritzy Peschke. I, Bernard Eilerman, do bequeath my tardiness to Class to Glen Blakely. I, Dick Fidler, do bequeath my noisiness to Bob Groff. I, Fred Gerlach, do bequeath my ability to get along with Greenville to Barbara Goodall. I, Catherine Grilliot, do bequeath my popularity to Barbara Subler. I, Carol Steffen, do bequeath my cute jewelry to Phyllis Trittschuh. I, Thelma Stephan, do bequeath my Wednesday night dates to Jeanie Ehrhart. I, John Baltes, do bequeath my dark hair to Delbert Dunn. I, Mary Ann Subler, do bequeath my artistic ability to Sarah Jane Kindell. I, Cletus Wenning, do bequeath my height to Kenny Moorman. I, Gene Baltes, do bequeath my A’s in Physics to Hubert Huber. I, Joan Baltes, de bequeath my hair to Mary Jane Simon. I, Ann Barga, do bequeath my football letter to Pat Barga. I, Ruth Shimp, do bequeath my typing rapidity to Martha Frantz. I, Wanda Brawn, do bequeath my driver’s license to Florence Klopfer. I, Naomi Didier, do bequeath my sun tan complexion to Phyllis Fackler. I, Mary Louise Grilliot, do bequeath my cheer leading technique to Ruth Mumaw. I, Wilma Magoteaux, do bequeath my red hair to Lucille Cunningham. We, Mary and Martha Hauschild, do bequeath our alikeness to the Blakely twins. We, Wanda Kelch and Glenn Brewer, do bequeath our Senior romance to Betty Kelch and Dave Plessinger. Twenty-four