Whitehouse High School - Whitonian Yearbook (Whitehouse, OH)

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,,,,,,,,,,, WHITOMAN ,,,,,,,,, Louise Bradley. Our president and Emily Bradford represented us on the Student Council. The Scholarship Team was: English IV, James Ammon and Phyllis Bensong Latin II, Ruth Danielsg and Physics, Robert Shadle and Ernest Bradley. The six Seniors taking the Senior tests in Toledo were: Robert Shadle, James Ammon, Phyllis Benson, Ruth Daniels, Wilbur Doren, and Emily Bradford. It was a big day when we picked out our class ring, but a still bigger day when we got them one week in the middle of November. Twoi weeks later we presented our Senior Class Play, direction of Miss Smith. A d then, the last day tion, the home of Ernest and Louise Bradley Cour sought-after home in town. Some of the Senior waiting there for their respective owners! The theirs later, in January. All year long a constant undercurrent was UHot Gopyu, under the, before Christmas vaca-K twinsj became the most pictures had arrived, other Seniors received present whenever two Seniors got together. It was the idea of a Vitalized Commencementg that is, a commencement program illustrating the various departments in high school in which the Seniors are participants. At this writing, the idea has finally become a realityg and various committees are working on it. And so, we are ment, and after class that has your great Ship of Life! THE SKY Blue above us called the sky, Are you not God's watchful eye, Watching o'er us day by day, As we work and as we play? still looking forward to a bigger and better commence- that, a better and more successful life than that of any graduated before us! So, Good Luck! Seniors of '35 on Emily Bradford What are those that shade your sight? They are clouds of fleecy white. Angel-like they float on air. Changing forms are seldom rare. His eyebrow, called the darkness, As the light of day reposes. Then His lesser lights do rule While we in slumber make renewal. Grey and dirty devil cloud Makes Him weep and cry aloudg Shuts from us the azure hue, Makes us wish for blue anew. His eye has never been the same, Every day a newness came. closes Say! Aren't changes in our strife Reasons for our joy of Lifegurton Studs? 17 -an-----1-n--vdbiubll-'fill

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,,,-,, WHITONIAN --,-, CLASS PROPHECY Jim was dreaming again. They say overeating causes dreams and since Jim had gotten away with four pieces of butterscotch pie, and eight ham- burgers for supper he was having a very realistic dream as a result. He seemed to be traveling in an airplane which, at intervals, land- ed in different cities. The first city in which Jim found himself seemed strange and unfamiliar. Skyscrapers rose about him. Jim could scarcely believe that it was really Toledo until he saw a sign advertising the new 1955 sixteen-cylinder Ford for sale at a Toledo address. A very trim figure in gray stood on a corner swinging a shining bell. A queer-looking stand was there, too. Jim stopped in curiosity. The woman proved to be a Salvation Army worker and the box was a con- traption that showed the amount each person contributed. This was for the purpose of getting larger sums, as people would be ashamed to give only a few pennies. While Jim gazed at the box the lady looked at him. Finally she said, Whhy, Jim Am onl' It proved to be Zita Bauman. WYes, I wanted to be a nurse, Jim, but this work proved to be so interesting that I joined. Don't you think these new uniforms are attractive?' Before Jim could reply a mist seemed to close around him and to his ears came the droning of the airplane. Then he found himself in another city. It was Whitehouse--not the Whitehouse of 1955, of course, but a large, prosperous factory town. The factory with the most workers was the Motor Iron Works. Inside the factory at a shop table Jim found Ivan McGilvery sorting screws. WHello, Ivan.' Wwell, if it isn't Jim Am on! Say, don't ya wish you had my job? This is a swell job. Ninety cents an hour and all I do is sort screwst' After talking for a short time Ivan said, WSay, you gonna be here over Sunday? If you are, why don't you go to church with me? Rev. Sa- wicki is our minister.' 'Sawicki? Raymond Sawicki?W Jim was astounded. But before he could ask any questions the haze again bewildered him. When it disap- peared, he was in an old-fashioned house. An odd-looking, bespectacled man was coming toward him. At first glance, Jim thought the man was crazy. But no, he was an inventor. And it proved to be his old friend Bob Shadle! Bob was delighted to see him and took him into his workshop where all sorts of inventions were in the making. Brr-ing! Bob picked up an alanm clock. 'Just now I'm trying to make an alarm that rings according to the owner's sleep. If you sleep soundly it will ring very loudly, and vice- versa. See, now this is the idea --------- W Jim was again in the airplane. This time it landed in Washington. Jim found himself on the street. A tall, well-dressed man was just going into his office as Jim walked up. The man locked at him, then stepped out. 'Is your nane Ammon?' NDorney!' The two old friends nearly wept on each others necks. Wilbur, it seems was the town's best lawyer. Being accustomed to public speaking, he did most of the talking. WSuppose you're going to see the new president, now, aren't you? Seems as if everyone from our town is coming to visit him,' Wilbur said.