Waverly High School - Novel Yearbook (Waverly, OH)

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ROW 1: Linda Annis, Henix Rader, Jerry Annis, Gibby Breitenbach, David Moats. ROW 2: Sandra Massie, Alta Mae Stulley, Mary Kay Landrum, Paul Jordan, Gene Stouder, Barry Downing, Wayne Burdett, Cecil Murray, Jimmy Lipsey, Barbara Oyer, Patty Kuhn. Class History These few seniors, out of the total of fifty-nine, have attended the Waverly schools since their first-grade year--all the way back in 1946. They have been associated as classmates since that first meeting twelve years ago. Their grade-school years seemed to drag on and on, and they thought they would never get to be those big shots in the high school. However, they finally made it; and those four years at WHS flew by like a snap of the fingers. Now it’s all over; and all the pleasant, and even the not-so-pleasant, memories will linger in their minds and hearts for years and years and years. 21

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Senior Class Officers President.................................Jerry Annis Vice President...........................Gene Stouder Secretary...........................Mary Kay Landrum Treasurer......................................Linda Annis News Reporter..........................Regina Kohut Adviser.........................Mr. Charles Shrader CLASS MOTTO To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming is the only aim in life. CLASS COLORS Red and White CLASS FLOWER Red Rose 20

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Class Prophecy It felt good to get back to the earth after that long space voyage of eighteen years. As I stepped from my spaceship, owned by the Barry Downing Transport Company, I noticed a man standing on my foot, jabbing a message into my eye. Something about him seemed familiar; it was Wayne Burdett, former track star of 58. He was now head runner for the Gil Willis Telegraph Company. The message ordered my immediate return to Waverly, my old home town. I spent the night at a modern hotel near the spaceport. The owner's name sounded familiar--why, it was Mary Kay Landrum. In the morning I departed for Waverly. When I reached the thriving metropolis, 1 was greeted by the Chief of Police, Mac Wright. He escorted me to the office of Special Investigator Benny Stephens. There he told me a story that was to become the greatest mystery of my career. (Although not normally a detective, I had dabbled in the art of sleuthing from time to time.) It seems that Inspector Stephens was on the trial of the most cunning bulb snatcher to darken the streets of Waverly. The first missing bulbs were reported stolen from the Foreign Car Import Company, owned and operated by Gene Stouder. Mr. Stephens and I spoke to Mr. Stouder's secretary, Jean Musick; but she told us that Mr. Stouder was away on a business trip and that we could talk to his treasurer, Nancy Deacon. Miss Deacon said that there had been 500 bulbs snatched in one night, but the loss had not been immediately noticed because there had been 520 bulbs in the building at the time. Most of the workers wore hats anyway, and they couldn't see the bulbs above their heads. We were escorted by the chief escorter, Jim Nelson, to the large, well-lighted recreation room next door. It was very strange that the recreation room was well lighted when the rest of the factory was in darkness. We began to think that this was an inside job--possibly done by the workers. We spoke with head recreational directors Robert Chambers and Richard Sims. Chambers and Sims were still the honest classmates I had known them to be back in ”58. They knew nothing about the incident. It began to look as if the inside job had been pulled not by the employees of this industry, but by those of their competitor, the Robin Washburn Foreign Car Distributors. We talked with Mr. Washburn's secretary, Sandra Massie. She did her best to talk to us through the gag in her mouth. After we had untied her, she told us that a tall, dark stranger had kidnapped Mr. Washburn. The case was becoming more complicated with every step. Our next visit was to the Waverly Bureau of Missing Persons, where we spoke to the most powerful person ever to hold the position of Chief Inspector, Johnny Caldwell. He said he would lend us his most experienced men, Frank G. Price and Herman Dement, to help us locate the kidnapping-bulbsnatcher, Mr. X. We checked the bureau's files and found that Mr. Washburn's last known address was a large riverside mansion on Beverly Avenue. We questioned the gardener, John Ferguson, who informed us that Mr. Washburn had driven to work in his new sports car and hadn't been heard of since. All at once I had a brilliant idea--Mr. Washburn had not been kidnapped! He had driven to Piketonia to visit the grand opening of the Henix Rader Kitchen, the largest new restaurant to open in this vicinity in twenty years. The tall dark stranger who had bound and gagged the secretary was not really a kidnapper, but in reality was Jo Ed Killer Jordan. Henix's right arm advertisement man. He had gagged the secretary so that he wouldn't have to pay her bill at the grand opening! We called the Walt Rider Taxi Company for a car to take us to Piketonia. The driver, John Shawkey, made a gallant effort to follow the narrow twelve-lane back road we used to know as Rt. 23 to Piketonia; but he missed the town four times because the Oyer Electric Company, owned by Barbara Oyer, had shut off the electricity. The company's loss in profit was high because the bulb snatching had been so great. Also, because of the lack of electricity, all the inhabitants of Piketonia had moved, deserting the town. Thus, there was no one on the streets and Shawkey didn't recognize the place. By the time we reached Rader's Kitchen, most of the crowd that came for the opening had disappeared. We talked to Miss Rader's cook, Loretta Burdett, and she said that Mr. Washburn and the Killer had been there. She also said that Gibby the Tank Breitenbach and his boys from the syndicate had dragged off die Killer and Washburn and had vanished. We had another brilliant idea!! We decided to search Rader's Kitchen (besides, we were hungry). Two hours and three steaks later we found in the food locker three dozen light bulbs--frozen. This could mean only one thing! There were three dozen frozen light bulbs in the locker. We naturally assumed that they had been stolen. 22