Versailles High School - Portal Yearbook (Versailles, OH)

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Class Prophecy As we, Alice Kruckeberg and Art Beck, were walking down the street, Old Father Time we chanced to meet. We asked him about all of our old friends of Versailles High. He took us gently by the hands. Away we flew to Frenchtown (which is a thriving metropolis). Here we met Bridgid Baltes who was head floorwalker of the department store. Her assistant was none other than Neva Cain. While we stood around observing, a familiar face loomed into view. We waltzed over and met our old school mate. Bob Barga. He had just come in from the baseball field where he had been coaching his nine boys in the noble art of pitching. At a counter close by we spied Susan Baltes. We used to go to school with her. She was selling nylons and for old time sake gave Junior a pair for his wife. Just as we were ready for a long gab fest with Lowell Brown, the banker of Frenchtown, Father Time tapped our shoulder. We climbed upon his staff and journeyed to Yorkshire. We were aghast at the changes that had taken place here. At one end of the town (the west end) was a large dance pavilion. Atop the door was the name “Ralph Barge and his Bumping Buckers.” The hat check girl was Yvonne Littman who had moved from Willowdell to join some of her dearest friends. Wilbert Mescher was calling a square dance. We sauntered across the floor. Seated at a corner table were Don Oliver and Rita Meyer Oliver proudly watching their youngsters dance. We left this charming dungeon and galloped to the school. We were greeted at the door by Superintendent Cyril Bergman and Principal Ralph Long. We were, of course, happy to see our friends of long ago. As we glanced over the class roll we noticed several familiar names. Roger Henry, Jr. leered at us from behind a comic book and Paul How-dishell II threw a brick at our heads. Out we ducked with Father Time at our heels. We had seen enough of this fair city. Our next stop was North Star. James P. George, Lieutenant of the North Star police force, stopped us for speeding. We patiently explained to him that our 1957 Cadillac wouldn’t go any slower than 120. He said nevertheless we must keep our speed down to ninety-five. We paid off and went on our way into town. We met Mona Lou Berger Blakeley She was calling the twins in for lunch. She explained to us that two of our unmarried classmates, Anna Jean Smith and Doris Froebe, R. N., were coming to visit her in the afternoon. We regretted that we could stay no longer. We stopped on the Twelfth Floor of the North Star Bell Telephone Company Building. Toletha Tegtmeyer smiled at us from the switchboard. She said if we would wait just a minute she would have time to talk with us. She completed her call to Dr. Alfred Eilerman from the Reverend Mr. Herbert Huber. They were calling about John Magoto who was in New York managing a big Broadway hit. The star of the show was Mary Jane Marchal. Mary Jane had made quite a name Twenty

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THAT CLASS OF FORTY-SEVEN T—ardy............................ H—andsome......................... A—ttractive....................... T—alkative ....................... C—oncentrated..................... L—ikeable......................... A—mbitious ....................... S—lim............................. S—tubbom ......................... O—ptimist......................... F—ickle........................... F—erocious ....................... O—rderly ......................... R—oly Poly........................ T—houghtful ...................... Y—outhful ........................ S—illy............................ E—fficient ....................... V—aluable ........................ E—versharp........................ N—atural.......................... IS SURE TO GO TO HEAVEN Wayne Pittsenbarger ........Bob Barga Martha Ann Frantz ... Dorothy Berger Mary Lou Graves ........ Jim George ..... Edwin Paulus Phyllis Trittschuh ...... Wanda Smith ....... Doris Froebe ... Alice Kmckeberg .... Dorothy Beirise ... Wilbert Mescher ..........Don Oliver ... Yvonne Littman Paul Howdieshell ... Arthur Beck, Jr. ..... Phyllis Prakel ..... Dick Brandon Mona Lou Berger . Mary Jane Marchal —Alice Kruckeberg —Arthur Beck, Jr. Nineteen

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for herself in the Metropolitan Opera. We left here in a hurry because Father Time was getting quite impatient. We stood on the busiest corner of North Star trying to decide where to go next. So we climbed into our jalopy (remember the 1957 Cadillac) and started toward Greenville. Several miles out of Brock we noticed a mail box with the name Dean Brewer. He graduated with us! We stopped, left Father Time waiting for us and went in. A cute girl who looked strangely like Martha Frantz greeted us. She told us her mother and daddy were in the kitchen. We went in and talked with Martha and Dean. Dean said in answer to our question that Billy Sherry, a bachelor, lived just across the road. We stopped to chat with him for a few seconds. We couldn’t stay long because Father Time was blowing his horn. We leaped into the auto and cruised into Greenville. Here we met Dorothy Beir-ise, who was secretary to Lawyers Philip Kindell and George Knight. Betty Brown was shopping for her five sons so we stopped and talked with her. We asked her if she remembered Paul Berger. She told us that he was co-owner of the Zeller-Berger Realty Company. We stopped to see him and were amazed to see Florine Groff as receptionist. We could have spent all day talking with these people but there was Father Time out in the street arguing with someone. We rushed out just in time to save him from hitting Wayne Pittsenbarger with his staff. Wayne didn’t think Pop Time should be around any time but New Year’s. The argument kept growing. John Simon came running up to help his old friend. As we were leaving by the back way we saw Herbert Pitsenbarger and his dog catchers truck. With him was Ora Krucke-berg. We waved to them but we really couldn’t stop We found out later that Ora was owner of a fruit farm. He was really quite wealthy, too. We proceeded on our merry way to Versailles. On our way we stopped at a charming cottage for a drink of water (you know Junior). Mary Lou Ritchie and Alvira Kramer came running after the maid’s bellow “Why hello there.” I recovered my breath from Phyllis Tritts-chuh’s (the Maid’s) embrace. Then we sat down and talked over old times. Father Time ate more food than anyone (even me). I was glad though because then he wouldn’t complain because we were so slow. We finally tore ourselves away. We had gotten no farther than Dawn when we had a blowout. While we were trying to fix it a huge truck came head on toward us. It stopped and Johnny Martino jumped out to aid us. We had no spare so he pulled us into Versailles to the Paulus Wrecking Yard. John told us on the way in that he was owner of what used to be Begin Bros. The owner of the Wrecking Yard, Edwin Paulus, fixed our tire free of charge but charged us double for filling the gas tank. We left that high class place of business and started to go to the main part of town. We received a warm welcome and Richard Litten, mayor of Versailles, presented to us the key to the city. Patsy Barga now has a cat and dog hospital in Bucktown. Wanda Smith is her surgeon. They are planning an addition to the hospital to include certain mice. Twenty-one