Wakeman High School - Memoirs Yearbook (Wakeman, OH)

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Class Poem Once we were just little tote Racing over the grounds of T.W.H.S.-- A place never to be forgotten As our road leads uphill to success. In these halls we've had great timesg Sports, teachers, and even studies have been fun And if we had another chance, Back to T-W we would come! To those who have gone before us, We give thanks for guiding us on our wayg And to those we've left behind, Take our advice and listen to what we say. We would like to thank the teachers For giving us the knowledge we need. We know we sometimes gave trouble, But for us, they did a good deed. We hope we've made a good example For those who have vet to come, Because this is the goal we've tried to reach Through teachers, studies, and through fun. Now we go out into the world Searching for success which lies aheadg We'l1 try to make our country proud of us As along 11fe's path we tread.

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NORMAN WELCH HNormN Class Officer l Basketball 1 F.F.A. 1254 F.F.A. Officer 4 F.F.g. Eesletbell 5 VCKL nuLFE HChickH EW4 Class Officer lo4 C Class Play o Annual Staff 4 Huron Co. Chorus l2o4 Cheerleader 54 HONOR STUDENTS Tfledictoriah ---------- oalubftorian- ---------- C 1.5316 UFTIC Vice-President -------- Marcia Buckley Verna Smith ERS Lois Bonner lresidehf- ------------ - -Mona holfe Secretary-- --------- --- 'ight' iUT'F:T' MGTTO Dick Mahi Marlene Tood Hhll roads worth taking lead up hill.U CULCH Green are white ElOnLR white Bose

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Class Prophecy Have you ever gazed into a crystal a look into one such ball, and into the ball? Just for fun, 1et's brave future. Ready? Here we go-- The time is 1964. The scene is the lobby of a huge international airport in Southern California. I have ing for the plane to N.Y., where I have UPrivate'sign on a door catches my eye, of me, I peek inside. There I see none George Van Dootingh. He tells me he is port, and volunteers to show me around. a few minutes to kill while wait- a singing engagement, when the and curiosity getting the better other than my former classmate, the owner of this colossal air- In the mechanics department I see another familiar face--that of Neale Shinsky, who is the head mech- anic here. The warning comes over the loud speaker that it's time to board the superjet so I bid a fast farewell to George and Neale and start for the gate. In my haste I bump into someone--why it's Lois Thayer, who has just returned from her missionary journey to Asia and who is also bound for N.Y. On boarding the plane, we are greeted by the stewardess, Mary Lee Johnson and the pilot, Bob Carey. We take our seats only to find that sitting across the aisle are two old friends, Bill Simpkinson and Lois Bonner. Bill, now a famous T.V. star, is returning to N.Y. after a short visit with commercial artist, Glenn Gibson, at his mansion on the coast. Lois is his secretary. Looking out the window, I see below a great ranch. Bill tells me this belongs to former classmate, Jim Fulton. Near it is Nevada's largest and most elaborate gambling house, owned and operated by Norman Welch. Our plane develops turbine trouble, and we are forced to make a landing at a small college town in the midwest. While we are waiting for the difficulty to be ironed out, we decide to look over the campus, and whom should we see coming out of the college office but Verna Smith, secretary to the President of this fine institution. She is just taking a minute out for a cup of coffee, and suggest we join her. On the way we learn that three other-former classmates--Mary Molesky, Marlene Todd, and Fred Palmer--are on the faculty here. Mary is head of the English department, Marlene is the dietician, and Fred is the head basketball coach. Upon reaching the coffee shop we are surprised to see that the owner, manager, and cook is Helen Schamp. She tells us that we just missed seeing Jackie McCardsll, Bonny Geist, and Janet Todd. Jackie runs a beauty salon, and Bonny is her manicurist. Janet is married and lives not far from the shop. We hate to leave our friends but the engine has been repaired and we continue on our way once more. Not long 8-ff-er' We land. We are met by reporter, Esther Hughes. She has to cover the docking of the great Atlantic atomic cruiser, the UR.H.U owned by another T-W personality, Richard Hadfield. We get there just in time to see big-game hunter, Richard his perilous expedition in Bob Burke, returning after London, and the celebrated walked away with the world together for dinner at Tom Bush, as he returns home from the jungles of Africa, the famous band leader, a sensational engagement at the Palladeum in pro-tennis player, Ellen Dickman, who just championship. They suggest that we all get Horton's luxurious resort, situated a little ways upstate on the foot of a mountain and overlooking a lovely lake. That evening we arrive at Horton's and'are greeted by the head waiter, Larry Becker. He leads us to our table and glancing around the fabulous dining room, we spy Mona Wolfe, Shirley Riley, and their husbands, who are on a two-week vacation, and Jean Molesky, who is one of the country's foremost interior decorators. Just as they join us, we hear Nwhy hullo you allln. and striding across the room come Texas oil tycoons, Dick Mahl, and John Treiber, accompanied by private detective, Jack Graves. Just in the midst of this happy reunion, however, the crystal ball fades and van- ishes. It was all our imagination--or was lt?