Whitehouse High School - Whitonian Yearbook (Whitehouse, OH)

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Standing: Rolland Studer, Suzanne Winslow, Mary Bucher, Theodore Montion, Ruth Aldrich, Miss Sparrow, Kenneth Haynes. Seated: Louella Ryerson, Roberta Sprink, Helen Green, Kathryn Sprink, june Cochenour. Editor-in-Chief .......... Business Manager ....... Sales Manager ............... Advertising Manager ...... Production Manager ........,.... Administration and Classes ..... Activities and Organizations Boys' Athletics ........................ Girls' Athletics ....... Alumi .................. Features ...,.. Art Work ....................,.. Continuity Writing ........ ...... Photography ............,.................... General Production Advisor Miss Mary McKnight Mrs. Fayetta Powell Miss Helen Kear WHITONIAN STAFF Kenneth Haynes Reberta Sprink Ruth Aldrich Theodore Montion June Cochenour Suzanne Winslow Mary Bucher, Bessie Vollmar Rolland Studer, John Struhsaker Elnora Vollmar, Lillian Longnecker Kathryn Sprmk Helen Green, Lois Bucher Louella Ryerson Nina Ackerman Mr. R. C. Daniels Miss Arlene Sparrow FACULTY ADVISORS Miss Luelva Wernert Miss Harriet McKnight Mrs. Gladys Merrill Mr. O. A. Thomas Mr. Arden Rathbun Mr. C. E. McCabe

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if 'W ' W 7' 'H ' T 'Y'7:'Z'? 'lFT 'l'f!7Sf,'f'zf'7 ' ' ' ' 'UQ'F'Ifi 3ffEVF,f'lT?l1?f1' LETTER TO THE EDITOR WHITEHOUSE, OHIO April 30, 1942 Dear Editor: I have been reading your annuals each year for the past several years and I want to tell you that I enjoy them very much. I thought I would like to put in my two cents worth, so I hope you will print the following Cif it is printablej. This is a dream I just had: As I stepped up to the airliner, I just happened to glance at the stewardess. just a matter of business, as I was chief talent scout for Warner Sisters Film Company. Well, anyhow, she interested me for I was sure I'd seen her somewhere before. It couldn't bel It wasl Mildred Whalen! I hadn't heard anything about my classmates for a long time, so Mildred told me that June Cochenour was abroad with her arch-duke husband. Just then somebody came up behind me and slapped me on the back. I turned around and found the owner of the hand was Nelson Rader. He was co-pilot on this airliner. Did I trust myself to ride with him? He added quickly that Melvin Andrew was the Captain. Melvin shulfled up just then, all excited. He had just come from a wedding. I quickly congratulated him but he said he was the best man at Wayne Fisher and Betty Sherburne's wedding. The airport announcer announced that our plane would take off in one minute. We all climbed aboard. As the door was about to be closed, a woman dashed in and took the seat next to me. She was Dr. Anna Allman, Chief Chemist of Dew Pond Laboratories. She was so surprised at seeing me that the only words I could make out were chemical formulas. Finally, she was able to talk and believe me she could talk. Her husband, Joe Lipinski, was over in Africa as a mis- sionary to the Pygmies. Anna also added that Ruth Karns was private secretary to the president of LaSalle Motor Company and that C'arlton Bauman and his wife, Geraldine Townsend, were starting up a plant to manufacture cars of Carlton's design. By now our plane was high in the sky. Suddenly squadron of fast army planes came up so close that I could easily see the leader. It was Cliff Bucher! I waved at him, but he didn't see me. Our plane soon arrived at our destination. Bidding Anna adieu, I hailed a taxi. I happened to notice the driver, who proudly showed me his badge for being the safest driver in America. fThe name engraved on the medal was J. Hellerj. As we sped along, he asked me if I had heard about Franklin Miller. Junior told me he was now chief engineer on a coast-to-coast streamlined train. Junior added that joe Ritenour had a large airplane factory and Ken Haynes, that man about town, was Joe's chief sa esman. I just happened to glance out the window at a farm. The name on the barn was Rolland Studer. I told Junior to stop and we went in. Rolland said his wife, Bessie V., and their two children, Mary and Harriet, had gone to town to shop. I asked him if he meant Whitehouse and he said Yes . Whitehouse now had a population of 5.000 and still growing. Mayor Ted Montion was running the town very efficiently. Rolland said Uncle Carl Wilson had just bought the ad- joining farm. Carl and 'his bride, the former Mary Bucher, were going to raise pigs. We left Rolland and went to Whitehouse. Myl How large it was. Passing down the main street, I noticed a large building. The sign said, Ruthy's Bowling Alley -Ruth Aldrich Talmage was manager. I stopped in to talk with Ruth and she told me her husband, Dewey, was up north on his vacation. Ruth asked me if I had heard that Mr. and Mrs. Roger Crosby fthe former Ruth Steinbrecherj were going to Alaska' to prospect for gold. She also told me that Loretta Bucher and Lila Lee McGilvery were owners of a large dress shop in New York. I gave Ruth some inside dope on Hollywood. Lola Mae Roach was starring in a new iilm, The Iceman Who Came to Dinner. The radio newscast told us of the appointment of Ira Ackerman as head football coach at Ohio State University. Ruth told me that he and Josephine Struth were planning to be married right after Junior won his first football game. Glancing at a newspaper, I noticed an article about Russia's minister to the U. S. A. Reading further, I noticed the name of Florence Faith Smith. Why, Florence and the Minister are to be married next week and her friend, Viola Rygalski, is making her debut at the Metropolitan Opera Company in New York, A week later back in my olfice in Hollywood, I turned on the radio. A wom.an's voice started pouring out of the loudspeaker. I knew that voice couldn't belong to anyone but Roberta Sprink. As I listened. she was saying that she was very happy to be president of Tibet! Well, well, welll Suddenly another voice started talking. This time it wasn't the radio. It was my father telling me to get up. With a sigh and groan I arose. Some dream, eh, Editor? Dreamily yours, VERNOR B. BUCHER.

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FEATURES In Science, the credit goes to the man who convinces the world, not to the man to whom the idea first occurs.-Anna Allman. Libraries are not madeg they grow. Good it is to inherit a library, it is better to collect one.-Nina Ackerman. Peace is happiness digesting.-Doris Bucher. A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.-Kathryn Sprink. No one keeps a secret so well as a child.-Kate Eckel. A man's dying is more than survivors' affair than his own.-Burton Crosby. The vagabond, when rich, is called a tourist.-John Taylor. I agree with no man's opinions. I have some of my own.-Margaret Studer. An exaggeration is a truth that has lost its temper.-Bud Noaker. We shall never understand one another until we reduce the language to seven words.- Eileen Longneclrer. How lovely we shall bel What shall we do,-Bud Haynes and Leona Rupp. You without me, I without you? Everything happens to everbody sooner or later if there is time enough.-Mildred Whalen. Humor is a drug which is the fashion to abuse.-Stanley Cheski. He was like a roo ter who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.-Kenneth Conklin. One enemy is too much.-Larry Herman. Good words are worth much, and cost little.-Freeman Irelan. OSCAR COMES TO SCHOOL In case you didn't know it, there's an Oscar attending the Whitehouse School. Literally he's in the iifth or sixth gradeg figuratively, he's in every grade from kindergarden to the senior class. Hmm-must be a pretty smart bird, you say. Well, yes, Oscar is a pretty smart bird. Oscar's our pet crow. . Don't think that he's just anybody's crow though. No Sirl He chooses his associates even as you and I, of course, he's courteous to everyone. Every person that passes by can hear his cheerie Caw--caw Cwhich is crow language for What's cooking, good looking? j but only a favored few can ever get close enough to pet his small, blueblack head. Oscar's no ordinary crow either. Now I ask you, what ordinary crow would come to school? What ordinary crow has a hobby? Or rather, several hobbies? For our Oscar has more than one means of passing his spare time. Oscar is a connoisseur of rare objectsg he plays baseballg he tames wild animals, and he sings. Sings! Why, who ever heard a crow singing! Is that what you're asking? Well, to tell the truth, Oscar can't carry a tune very well, but he does hop to the lowest branch of a small tree lOscar' been grounded, you know. His left wing is brokenj. Well, as I said before, he hops on the lowest branch of any small tree and gives out with Caw-caw. Haw-haw. Ah-qua! QThis is really a hot arrangement of the Hut-Sut Song in code., As for taming wild animals, Oscar's a regular Clyde Beatty in minature. Any of the school kids can tell you how wild about birds Old Tom, the cat, is. For a while everyone was rather scared that Oscar would turn up missing one day, because every time Tom Cat looked at our poor, little innocent Oscar, his eyes would burn with a hungry light and he would slowly lick his feline chops. But now! Oscar takes one look at Tom, and Tom turns and walks in the other direction. Now about the collection of rare objects. Oscar is just and about shiny thing and simply cannot resist picking them up and taking them to his private bank, or perhaps I should say banks because he never uses the same one twice. Oscar is quite athletic, too. The other day he made quite a spectacle of himself on the practice Field in back of the school. The fourth graders were having a very line time when up walks Oscar, who parked himself on home base and stayed therel That is until one of the players ran from home to second base instead of to first. Well, our Oscar knew that wasn't right so he chased the boy all the way to second. Then he parked there for the rest of the game. Yes, sir, our Oscar is quite athletic. There is also a miscrievous streak in Oscar. He loves to untie children's shoestrings, and chase them, and tease them. Sometimes he even scares them, but he is so sweet and apologetic afterward that the youngsters cannot possibly hold anything against him. No, sir. Our Oscar is no ordinary crowl