Waverly High School - Novel Yearbook (Waverly, OH)

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I, Kathleen King. do hereby bequeath my light, fantastic step to lane Beninger. I, Edith Ann Lansing. will my temper and red hair to all redheads of W.H.S. I, Mary Lou Leeth. will my business-like man- ner to Dorothy Fulscher. I, Naomi Loper. will my quietness to Wanda Strickland. I, Iuanita Massie. willingly bequeath my pleasant voice to Mr. Teichert. I, Ieanne McGowan. do hereby bequeath my way with boys to Ethel Colburn. I, Donald Mathews. do hereby leave my nickname Foot to Danny Schwartz. I, Donald Pfeifer. do hereby will my beard to Dick McFerren Shaver slick, Dick , I, Carolyn Rhoads. will all my excess weight to anyone who can carry it as well as I can. I, Barbara Hooker, will my short-bob to Ioan Arrowood. ' l, Iohn Schwartz. will my captaincy to Toot Hoffman. I, Bill Scott. do hereby bequeath my G.I. hair cuts to loe Cofer. I, Robert Stewart. do hereby leave my dis- interest in girls to Bob Downing. I, Betty Sharp. do hereby bequeath my talk' ativeness to Ray Diamond. I, Virginia Strietenberger. will my ability to drive to my brother, Ronnie. I, Paul Sword. do hereby bequeath my love for football to Ronnie Martin. I, Richard Vest. do hereby leave part of my height to Billy Copley. I, Francis Walls. will my art ot smoking in shop to Tod Musick. I, Cynthia Ward. do hereby bequeath my height to Betty Bobo. I, Charlotte Yates. will my temper to Norma Beekman who I arn sure will need it. Ar wiznerrer to the texlimonier are Mr. Typewrizer, Min Typirt, Mr. Paper, Min Fingerr, and Mr. and Mn. Table and Chair. Signed: THE SENIOR CLASS OF 1949 :Wt ,V ua .QQ we ' ' , fill .4 ig- , ,, - .,5ir.M W 2' ,xarwm '- , .. 1 ., if 5- xt., .- ,, f i' 9' we ,gt Q W y ,xml e ,MW ,swf x t L Q N VT ,W W' .,g,... z'ffA ' as 5 bs Y Q r ff 15,56 N tm qt si ,.ff,f,3g+ Qu gm NM A f' .fit ,xt M I. is 4 a W gh k MF fx 3 n f 1' 1 A :J 4 ' 3' MF ' y 4' x . 4,5 1 f. 'sf' wi vs .WJ 'Q Hg: URL In R if 'RM ., if V., , au f t.. .- lf wy its . 175 'Q if 'W Q l fr' 'EQ' 'V 3 ., 'I t ig, , gb, 'rg I

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PROPI-IGCY October l-Tulsa. Oklahoma Came here to cover the world's Standard Oil conference where I met Harlan lose and Robert Stewart who were working in the S. O. Laboratories. Yes, they were both happily married-and most of the time singing merrily. Thanks to Miss Samson. October 25-Stevens Hotel. Chicago Iust saw Lloyd George and his charming wife, Beulah How- ard, celebrating their fifth wedding anniversary. Lloyd had just been appointed Ambassador to England. I'm afraid those Brit- ishers will be victims of delusions. November 1-Walhlnqton. D. C. Went to the Capital to get government news for the Sidney Star. Knowing that Richard Vest was one of the senators from Ohio, I called on him-very distinguished looking. December' 2 - Paris. France Have just heard lack Vulgamore play his violin. I-le and his brilliant author-wife, Mildred Carter, are living here in the Bohe- mian quarters. Iack is devoting himself to violin study, while Mildred is writing another novel after having won the Pulitzer Prize last year. December 25-Monte Carlo Least expected of all people in the world was Willard Dixon. Dressed fit-to-kill and with a dazzling blonde on his arm. He was winning, he said, Thousands. April 5-Naples. Italy Imagine my running into the former Iuanita Massie here! Lightly she explained that she had run away as soon as she had received her divorce decree from Ierry, and I wasn't blown over when she finally added, Ierry is just as fickle as ever. She did not look happy. May IB-London. England Eileen Harris recognized me as I came out of the theater today. She is noted as one of the world's most famous women detectives. At present she is disguised as a maid in the house of a duke and duchess who are suspected of robbing wealthy Americans of valuable jewels. May 25-Madrid. Spain In bed with my sides taped as a result of seeing the American Comedy team, Mary Lou Leeth and Carolyn Rhoads, at the Madrid Play House. Iune 5-New South Wales. Australia Here I am in the wide open spaces of my thousand acres which I inherited from Uncle Henry. The surprise of my life was to find that Bill Arrowood and his wife, Betty Sharp, are my neighbors. When I appeared on the scene, music and dancing was the theme of the hour. The merrymaking was for their guest, handsome Iohn Schwartz, still a bachelor. When I casu- ally inquired about Kathleen, a shadow came over his face as he said, Kathie has realized her ambition. She's the World's Queen of the Ice Skaters. July 4- Cairo. Egypt Today, I felt a queer sensation when my Arabian camel driver called me by name in perfect English. Surely you remember Francis Walls, he said. He explained that he had come here in a spirit of adventure immediately after graduation. August 9-Bagdad. Persia Feeling somewhat detected and in need of a morale uplift. I wandered into a most luxurious beauty shop. Scarcely looking around. I heard someone say, And what may I do for you, Madame? There stood Wilma Harris, twice as big as life and as beautiful as ever. September l-Shanghai. China On a Slow Boat to China. I-low well I remember that old 'song of high school days. Romance really caught up with me today when I met again Richard Armbruster, now an American reporter for the New York Times. We fell in love all over again and some day we shall retire on that Australian ranch as Mr. and Mrs. Richard Armbruster. As I read the last note, the little book slipped to the floor. I laid my head back and closed my eyes to let my mind wander back to those good old days in W.H.S. That last year! What a terrific, struggle then to help publish the Hi-Lites, to raise money for and to edit the Waverly Novel. And now what a pleasant memory. Thus I went backward, picking out various high lights for each year until Ruth called me from the lobby, reminding me that it was almost time for dinner. '17 iii Q H-m-m-ml NOT BADI HOME R. BEAUTICIAN WHO - ME ?