Whitehouse High School - Whitonian Yearbook (Whitehouse, OH)

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......,..... WHITONIAN ,,,-,, 'Why--uh--who is the president?' Jim asked in confusion. 'Say, do you mean to tell me you don't know who the president is? Say, where have you been all your life, Ammon? Why, our old classmate, Allen Lewis, has just been inaugurated.' Wilbur talked on. ,.. 'Yes, everyone's coming to Washington. Saw Earl Householder yes- terday. He's made a fortune manufacturing mousetraps. Came down on his vacation. Say, have you seen that Irene Duncan yet? That dame's all over. High society, you know. Into everything that's going on. 'Going east? The Dickes Mortuary is three blocks down. Say, I wouldn't want to be handling dead people all the time, would you? 'While you're here you ought to stop at the 'Parthenon'. Ernie Bradley plays today in 'Dancing Clown'. He's there in person, too. What, going already? 'Yes, I guess I'll have to go, Dorney.' Jim continued down the street. Seeing the theater, he stopped in. After the show he went backstage to see the famous actor, Ernie, who greeted him warmly. Soon they were talking old times. 'Louise is now head librarian of the Congressional Library, Jim. I must see her while I am here,' Ernie said. As they talked Jim discov- ered many things: that Elizabeth Coon's pictures were the most famous of American artists, that Edna Bucher was President Lewis' personal sec- retaryg that Josie had also gone to Hollywood, but failing on the screen had married a radio croonerg that Nellie Boehm, it was said, had a kin- dergarten in New York, that Evelyn Reinhardt had divorced her third hus- band, Count James XIV, and had taken up flying as a career. Here the mist got in Jim's eyes, and when visibility returned, he was in a farm- ing country--at a farmhouse, in fact, and talking to Eldon Smith. He hadn't changed a particle. -Same big, husky lad. Be owned fifty acres of good wheat land now. Still single, too. Just then the conversation was interrupted. A motherly woman with three children clinging to her was coming up the walk with a parcel. 'I just brought you over one of my fresh pies, Eldon. Oh, excuse me, I didn't know you had company. Why--uh, isn't this Jim Ammon? It was Mrs. Phyllis ------------------- , nee Benson. All three started talking at the same time. The fates of the rest of Jim's classmates were revealed: Thelma Christman, Norma Weckerly, and Marie Fuller were keeping an old maid's apartment in Bowling Green, Ohio, and raising cats, Ruth Daniels was teaching school in an adobe hut down in New Mexico, and Hilda was traveling with her husband in Paris. Emily Bradford had a dressmaking establishment in New York and called herself 'Madame Emilee'. But of all the strange fates poor Burton's was by far the worst. He had become quite famous as a composer, but upon being refused by a certain young lady, he went mad and every day he sat muttering, 'I give thee my heart', one of his own compositions. The mist fell again and the next thing Jim heard was rain pattering on the roof. Opening wide his eyes he saw his old familiar room. He rubbed his eyes and started pulling on his clothes. 'Boy, that was some dream I just had. It's funny that nothing hap- pened to me, though. I wonder just what my fate will be. 'I suppose that I'll become just a world-famous collector of rel- ics.' And with that Jim threw back his shoulders and strutted down to breakfast imagining himself to be the man he might be. Ruth Daniels 20

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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.

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....n, WHlTONIAN The Last Will and Testament of The Senior Glass of 1955 Upon behalf of my client, the Senior Class of Whitehouse High School, Whitehouse, Ohio, I have called you together upon this solemn and serious occasion to listen to her last will and testament. Leaving the portals of this High School, possessing a full mind and well-trained memory, she has seen fit to leave behind a share of worldly possessions, making void all other wills and promises. Listen, then, one and all, while I read the document, as duly drawn up and sworn to. We, the Senior Class of 1935, do hereby bequeath to the following: To Mr. McCabe, our beloved Superintendent, we leave our sincere af- fections, our hcartiest gratitude, and the lifelong memory of our pre- sence. In an attempt at payment for all he has done for us during our !6ng years at W. H. S. we make over to him, here and now, a heavy mort- gage on our future. To our Dear Faculty, we leave much sweet and restful sleep, without the worry of grading papers as a punishment for our class, also any un- usual news and information that they might have been able to pick up in our test papers, to be used for future reference only. he wish them success in teaching the Seniors of 1956. May they ever be obedient. To Miss Marjorie Smith, our class advisor and teacher, we leave the profound knowledge and ever enduring friendship of the class of 1935. To W. H. S. as a whole, we give and bequeath the flag and flag pole which will not only beautify, but will give added significance and cheer to our school and lawn. Also we give, hoping that it will serve as a remembrance of the Seniors of l935, the Wwhitoniann, third annual to be published by this school. To the Junior Class, we give and bequeath the following, which may seem to be but trifling bequests, but we hope they will be accepted, not as something which we do not want or cannot longer keep, but as valuable gifts to those who may receive them. These may be a continual reminder of our generosity: To Charles Bradley, Robert Shadle leaves his knowledge of Physics and its problems. To Leah Hall, Emily Bradford wishes to leave her alertness and un- derstanding ways in thc classroom. To Lester Winslow, Stewart Dickes bequeathes his collegiate air. To Helen Allion, Edna Bucher's debating ability. To Margaret Heller, Louise's ability to stand up for her rights. To Orville Bucher, Eldon Smith leaves his deep, masculine, bass --5---, 21 --q---