Woodward High School - Saga Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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Kosinski and Harding's Pharmacy, ls known east and west of the Mississippi. Jack Easterwootl is an old cowhand, He shoots bandits on the Rio Grande. He owns much land, acre after acre, King of the West is Jimmie Laker. Uncle Chuck White remains firm as a rock, At the Two Door Inn he says Something to hock? Virginia Dombowski with her whole flock of gyms, Cures the worst halitosis and plural chins. Betty Edwards, you know, writes rhymes quite prosey, But she has to go some to best Dorothy Losey. Cement Head Ed Zawistowski, Bought a stone crushing company from Jerry Banachowski. Prggy Folay, queen of the day, Now makes her husband shave with Molie. Jack Sobczack is an under taker fine, He undertakes iobs as his daily grind. Catherine Thabit, a lady quite fair, Now works laboriously dressing hair. Don Silka is the sheriff of Schlwekerdelitirst, He always gets his man if his man doesn't get him first. Janc Allberg is a singer well known, She sings Happy B'r7hday on Western Union's telephone. John Kline 'ries throughout the whole day, To sell himself into a big iob with big pay. Lucille An'osewski is a house to house canvasser, While Jean Taylor scouts the neighborhood, trying to keep Eleanor Tasnadi, once quiet and sedate, Now dances in a nite club and stays up quite late. Ruth Syzkowski bakes pies by the lots, Trying to feed her seven tiny tots. Louis Bryewczynski of the Mary Lou Cafe, Has recently booked Miss Alice Faye. Joan Barabash is a dog fancier, She has an Airdale, a Police Day, and a Pekinese named L James Dark Eyes Matthews makes all the girls swoon, When he looks at them and begins to croon. She earns her living by playing a clarinet, Who is that?-Why Bellzora Barnett. Paul Kolasinski is an artist well known, He even has an art gallery all of his own. Some bosses are lucky, as lucky as heck, Cause one hired Juanita David as his private Sec. Fat Becker, a novelist, who people say, ls better known with each new day. Jane Bucher sells dresses at Stein's, While Phyliss Cousino feeds her baby soups by Heinz. In the fashion plates, so pretty and grand, Model Corinne Darah may often be scanned. Up on the horses, Hi Ho and away, There goes Mary Zarn off for the day. Mildred Bukowski is here and is there, For she is a reporter on the Chicago Dare. Chuck Samson now works hard all day, In Sheline's cheese chasing bugs away. Now here is one who makes pretty ribbons, Who is that?-Why, Marilyn Gribbin. Bob Thayer stands with watch in hand, Calling trains galore in the station grand. Betty King and Alice Warr are not the same, Thcy'rc ten years older and have a new name. Mary Smith, whose name was quite plain, Changed it from Smith to Mary Jane Playne. One who loved iewelry was Josephine Price, She married a millionaire, and is covered with ice. The Schassberger cousins, Donna and Bonnie, Both have husbands whose names are Ronnie. Bob Kleinert goes from door to door, Selling magazines to make money galore. Eleanor Koperski, a secretary fine, Sells popcorn and peanuts on the side line. A prof. at Columbia-Robert Micham, A student of his--Betty Durbin, Joan Gryczewski sings Polish songs, to her three babies all the day long. Bill Larius is a man of leisure, For his wife works hard to make his life easier. Marilyn Lester has a iob all her own, She says, Number please, on the telephone. Pat Felkner has a beautiful tan, She spends her winters on FIorida's sands. ancier. track of her. Helen Marczewski makes sodas fine, Whether it be strawberry, cherry, lemon, or lime. Evelyn Sakowski stands up all day long, For she is a champion at the game ping pong. Joyce Young's ambition to be a speaker, To make old men young, and young men weaker. Marion Antonini bought out Henry Ford, And now he is the automobile lord. Wally Nowicki, as a famous movie star, Is seen at the nite spots with Hedy Lamarr. Lois Babcock is another who cashed in on her name, Babcock's milk is on its way to fame. Richard Tolles is a contractor by day, He contracts debts he cannot pay. Charlotte Bodas is a bookkeeper fine, For her figures are all in a very straight line. Raymond Kopp is head usher at the Paramount, He ushers people in, then ushers them out. Ed Zeims attends church-is as good as you'II meet, Nurse Mary Aubry says He's a good six feet. Because of her insomnia, Dot Austin stays up at night, Joyce Barefield dances to earn her meals, She knows all the latest steps including the Virginia Reel. Betty Barber is a barber in the middle of the block, She carries all sizes of bowls in stock. Ted Stasiak is a preacher of tradition, He preaches on this modern generation, which is resigning itself to peridition. An airplane hostess is Mary Bienick, When passengers get airsick, she rubs their necks. Kathleen Krell her fiddle does saw, To prevent it there was never a law. Bob Schnur when you meet him again, Will be frying eggs at Sally Davis' Inn. David Zink is an usher-an usher who treats, He tells everyone that there are plenty of seats. Since it was time for the show to start, we left the lobby and Ernie Nidek, head usher, escorted us to our seats. We were seated next to Bob Thin Man Jones, the supersleuth, who kept us entertained until the music began and flame colored curtains went up. The curtain was beautiful, and looking at my program I found that Schmidt and Rybarczyk had designed the curtains and background for the Scandals, Could that be Joyce and Bob? The show opened with Jerry Pokrywka and Ralph Wise in a comedy called Scrooge's Millions Backfiref' It was an entertaining little skit and went over well with the audience. This was followed by a chorus of boys and girls in scintillating green and black costumes, which were designed by Irene Nakos, and featuring Marvin Carnes, the Cyclone of the Keyboard. The chorus included: Lena Gibson Fred Lisk Dorothy Holly Phyliss Schiffler Paul Tarkon Anna Hille Frances Waltermeyer Yvonne Johnson Ely Willard Rita Pinski Dolores Kanfeld Catherine Harris Helen Suschik Maebell Jelks Peggy Hartz Shirley Donnells During the intermission I glanced into the orchestra pit, and saw several familiar faces. Among them were Shirley Reichlin, Phyliss Wolfe, Louetta Vorderbrugger, and Chester Habrvck. Calls for the author brought out Al Jakubowski, another of our old classmates. Flowers from Ziokowski, Van Grenton, and Zakrzewski, the attractive and well-dressed ushcrettes were delivered on stage by Zoltanski, Zukowski, and Ziehr. Art Bartkowicz slipped into the seat next to Johnson, and immediately began to tell us about his trip to Hicksburg, Texas. It seems he ran into quite a few of our classmates out there, and not figuratively either. After that run-in he had to spend a week at Richard Steger's Memorial Hospital for broken down old souls. Engraved over the entrance is the following quotation: I AM THE BIGGEST QUACK IN THE WORLD, put there by Dick himself. Shirley Foxe is head obstetrician and is quite successful, even though she doesn't get too many patients for the hospital is for broken down old souls. The art of chiropractering is known to Dave Saygers alone. After he takes out the aches where they are and puts them in where they aren't, the patient is sent to John Sinkovic in the X-ray department. If the patient is really iniured, John iust points his machine at the spot and burns it out. Art was put in the same room with Bob Schiesl, weight lifter. He was so muscle bound that he was tied up into small knots. They were beginning to untie him the day Art left. Pat Stickroth is one of the cooks out there, and tries her delicacies out on Eddie Lair. Eddie, who is a doctor, makes medicines to cure himself after eating Pat's food: and he can't understand why he never gets well. Clarence Fyffe leads the Salvation Army. Well, he always did want to be a drum major. Our attention was diverted by a commotion in the back of the room. Who is that gorgeously attired woman coming down the aisle? I inquired. The woman in question wore small placards, some of which read-Coiffure by Schiel, Gown by Schuff, Jewelry by Scott and Weiss, and Makeup by Hansen. This custom is all the rage nowadays, and it was nothing to see a woman walkin down the street so overloaded with lacards that one could not make out 9 P her attire. Bob thought it to be Katie Mikolsg and her escort resembled David Kott, world famous chemist who discovered that H20 was a deadly gas.

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CU 676155 ol 70,3 ecy The Saga Futurescope for 1958 It was a sunny August day in 1958, as I sat at my desk in the beautiful execu- tive building of the Board of Education designed by Edward Loo, the noted archi- tect. I was looking over a list of applicants for positions as teachers at the newly erected Woodward High School, when I noticed that Phyllis Sosnowicz, Alice Waldo, Joanne Leibovitz, and Joanne Lukasiewicz had applied. The names sounded fa- miliar, and I wondered if they were-could they be the same ones with whom I was graduated. As I looked back through the 1948 Saga, I saw that they had signed the Future Teachers of America Charter with me at a tea in the old Wood- ward Library. How well I remember that day! Forest Black had been elected President, and Joe Shibley, Vice President. Forest now edits the Sports Review, a monthly maga- zine published by the Breneman Publishing Corporation, ancl Joe heads the Shibley- Fenady Chemical Corporation. I wonder if he still preaches Shibleyism ? My phone rang, and when I lifted the receiver I saw Bob Johnson on my television plate. He told me he would be in town for a few days before he left for Texas, and would like me to help him get in touch with some of the boys and girls with whom we had graduated. I agreed, and we made a date for luncheon at the Reynold's Restaurant that afternoon. Perhaps you didn't know it, but Bob is producer and designer of the new Johnsonmobile, a car that sails, flies, and has a small compartment in it that con- verts into a miniature kitchen at the press of a button. I walked over to the window and looked down at the beautiful gardens that surrounded the building. It must have taken Joe Mosko a long time to plan their intricate designs. Why, I can remember when he sat next to me in my sociology class-but I awoke from my dreams when the clock struck twelve. I had a Board of Trustees Meeting at twelve-ten. I met Bob in front of the restaurant, and we entered, only to be greeted by Genevieve Reynolds. She and her sister, Juanita, operated the place. It seems they bought it a few months ago from Betty Lou Edwards, who flew to Texas to be head dietitian at Steger's Memorial Hospital. How did you come, Bob, by jet plane or one of your cars? I asked. On the Golden Flyer Line, the railroad that Mack Holt owns. The power unit of his line was perfected by the Verbon Engineering Company. LeRoy, Russell, and Bob have revolutionized the railroad world. I can remember when they almost revolutionized the schooI, I replied. Bob, glancing through the sports section of the paper he had brought on his way down here, noticed the picture of Bob Aubry receiving a medal for outstand- ing athletic prowess. He was, for the second time, to head the United States Olympic Team. Kenneth LaFountaine, city manager, was presenting the medal. Say, listen to this! he exclaimed, John Garcynski, owner of the Cleveland Browns, has signed up Duane Tigges and Jack Smith at 550,000 a year. Why, Bob, I thought that Duane would go into politics. He was always such a staunch Republican. Didn't they all call him Dewey 'or something like that? Before parting that afternoon, we made a date to see Pat PawIak's Scandals of 1958 featuring the charming Bobbie Bolden, whose singing would make a banana iealous when it came to appeal. Scandals was opening at the Arvay Theater on St. Clair Street, where Rivoli and Palace Theaters used to be. While walking back to the Board, I noticed all the buildings that had been built in the last few years as a part of the Toledo Tomorrow project. Davis Business College has been replaced by Joanne Sackman's Secretarial School. Dorothy Miller is in charge of the stenography department, and Eleanor Epperly, office practice machines. Louise Darali teaches typing. Last year Louise won the title of the WorId's Speediest Typist when she typed two hundred words per minute at the contest held in New York. Eugene Hollinger bought out Walgreen's Drugstore a few years ago, and had it completely remodeled. It is reputed to be one of the most beautiful drugstores in Ohio. Ernie Simpson changed Taval's Decorators into deluxe photo studio. He used to specialize in baby pictures until he found it more fun to take pictures of babes. Since it was three-thirty, and I had a conference at four o'clock, I hailed an air taxi. It was one of those King-Reissig Fly-By-Nights, piloted by Dick Bucholz. Soon after we got in the air, we had to make a forced landing while a big bruis- ing cop hurled infinitives at Bucholz. Dick gently chided back, Tch, tch, Mr. Police- man, don't you remember Mrs. McManamon's teaching, Never, never spit an in- finitive? Jack Munger, officer behind the brass buttons, came back with, Mr. Speaker, do you realize--? but he got no further. Having recognized each other, Bucholz and Munger both shouted, Don't be an Unga, vote for Munger! They never did get over their campaign speech of 1947, when Jack was running for Sergeant-at- Arms of the Senior Class. As I alighted from the cab, I glanced at the clock in the center of the block and noticed that I would be late if I did not hurry. The clock was a beautiful one, and a gift to the city from Evelyn Nawrocki, world famous watchmaker. Bob picked me up at seven-thirty in his Johnsonmobile. We sailed across the Maumee River, and then flew over to Bill Moore's Skylight Garage, across from the Arvay Theater. Bill employed girls for attendants because they attracted more cus- tomers. lt was here that we found Monna Roth and Emily Rucinski filing each others fingernails for business was bad that night. Entering the theater we came upon many famous and well-known personali- ties. Talking to Irene Nuszbaum of The Egg and Me fame was Thelma Netry, wife of our ambassador to Finland. Bob pointed to two women standing near the en- trance and said, Say, don't those two look familiar? I'd swear I had seen them some place before. Certainly you have. Thot's Dolly Rosnoski and Rita Palicki. Don't you remem- ber those silly poems they used to write? Let's go over and talk to them. They might know something about some of our old cIassmates. As usual they knew everything about everyone, and were quite willing to re- late some of the facts in-their own iingling manner: After driving a mail plane from bad to worse, Llewellyn Watson now drives a hearse. Carol McNutt pounded keys to win fame, Good work, Carol, it's sure a great game. While Betty Hoffman, with her dizzy blond hair, Can vamp her boss from his office chair. Virginia Wells makes Dad a mighty fine wife, In the Rutkowski household there is no strife. Tea will be served at the sound of a ring, When you go to visit Alberta Woodring. Dick Ubl is working far out at sea, While Rosie Smith stays home and brews his tea. Marion Sterling cashed in on her name, Sterling's silver is on its way to fame. With wives like Mary Hafner and Katherine Slates, Their husbands are thoughtful and never late. Dick Dressel was always a mighty smart lad, Now his six children all call him Dad. Elsie Rutkai is an artist I hear, She plays the accordion and not by ear. As a poet he's famed throughout East and West, For Bob Kinnear has become another Ed Guest. Pot Dynes, who loved to sing all day, Made that her career, and how it does pay. With both eyes on the girls, and his feet on the ground, Life to Bob Puls is a merry-go-round. While Leah Shaheen sails 'round the equator, Rosemarie Zulka runs an elevator. Handsome Henry Roth is a counter spy, While his Joannie Mattes stays home and cooks with Spry. Venus Geanopulos who never would shirk, Is doing her bit in social work. Now here is one who sells pots and pans. Who is that? Why, Mary Callahan. John Blaszezyk has money galore, For he grows pineapples on Hawaii's sunny shore. Eleanor Bodner knows not what to be, She'll be a nurse in our Prophecy. Victor Folta can sing and play, He makes iust gobs of money that way. Joyce Poole plays cards with a poker face, And Virginia Obertacz, her partner, trumps her ace. One who made bowling her folly, ls none other than Eunice Jolley. The girl explorer, Shirley Managhan, Now lives in far off Afaghanistan. Marilyn Leafgreen, with her knowledge and skill, Plays golf with the best, and sure drives that pill. Stumping the sticks with a campaign speech, Is Mitchell Sahadi with a political job in reach. The Jachimiak girls, Doris and Alice, Married kings and now live in a palace. Madelyn Stammer makes her living by sewing, While Joseph Bodyna keeps the grass short by mowing. Archery King is none other than Bill Wells, He took the place of William Tellfsl. Norbert Bonkowski is a foreign correspondent, He writes stories good and despondent.

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Glancing through the audience we saw several familiar faces. A few rows buck was petite Joan Marok escorted by Ray Farmer Jones Varner. Dorothy Foss was trying to induce Dolores Hudzinski to call Barbara LaMont about their canary's insomnia. Tom Burnep, looking very uncomfortable in a Tux, was leaning toward a lovely creature who turned out to be Ursula Cutsinger. Donna McClellan and Georgette Micholak were doing their best to keep James Spross from snoring by Stuffing their programs up his nose. Rita Syzmanski, Frances Tegtmeyer, Pat Thornton, and Mary Nelson were sitting in one little group talking away for all they were worth, while Jane Pacholak was writing her daily letter to her beloved on an expedition to Mars. Marcella Hamrick and Alma Hampton were earnestly talking to Richard Harris, while Mary Pennington and Florence Nissen were adjusting their finger guards before plunging into a large box of popcorn. Johnson and I left before the final curtain to organize a supper party. We found Frank Swanson, the mad physicist, and he agreed that a little get together would be enjoyed by all, especially since we had Chuck Gajewski, the famous comedian present. Chuck and a few others eagerly accepted our invitation to Emma Oliver's Olive Club, where they served everything but olives. The club was shaped like a large Spanish olive, and the red door was opened for us by Malcolm Johnson, but not until Johnson slipped him a fin, and Christine Cottrell and Eileen Donahue'took our wraps. We soon found out that the entire staff was made up of Woodward High graduates. Margaret Pyles was setting at the piano in a secluded corner singing blues songs to herself. Nancy Penman, Margaret Querin, Ruth Elston, and Delores Ragan are only a few whom we found working there. Louis Dudek, head waiter led us to a large center table, where we could have an excellent view of the floorshow. Soon after we were seated Nosey Leon Zawisza ambles up to our table to get the latest dope for his feature column. I'II wager you he got plenty of it, for everyone, after a few shots of olive juice, was ready to elaborate on any subject, including themselves. 1 -1 I - r n l 1 The floorshow opened with Bob Patton's Orchestra playing his theme song, Oh, l.ord, Help Me Through Physics. The drums began to roll and out danced Joan Murphy in a specialty dance called Senorita Murphy's LaConga, accompanied by Ortensia Munoz, Rosemarie Lewandowski, and Mary Jane Hull. This was followed by a routine from the Zaborowski girls, Gloria, and Rita, who just returned from an engagement at the Toledo Scotch Theatre, where they put over the song God Save the String. This theatre is very popular with the men because the women have to pay the admission. One can frequently see Richard Newman and Walter Markiecki there. After the regular floor show was over, the members of our party decided to put one on themselves. Darrel Truit needed no coaxing to dance a rumba with Elaine Szumigala, while John Klackowski played some background music on the piano. Not too outdone by a mere dance, Dolores Slowinski, Dorotha Bratt, Beverly Chadwick, and Theresa Stachowiak got up and sang To Be a Woodwardite. Jack Paisie and Phil Brunskill decided that they needed another round of olive juice, if they were to continue on in such a hilarious fashion, and called upon Del- phine Blawat and Joan Bogdanski to deliver it to them. Betty Jane Steinbart, Evelyn Hero, Gertrude Vermett, and Gloria Wrobel did another song and dance to the enjoyment of everyone. Barbara Zaenger then gave the tost, Here's to a wonderful and happy future for the class of '48, which was accompanied by a loud applause. A few moments later, Lawrence Banchowski received a phone call from his wife, the former Catherine Urbanowicz, who wanted to know what he was doing here at five o'clock in the morning. Larry knew by the tone of her voice that he had better be on his way. So he left. We were all having such a grand time we didn't realize it was so late, or should I say early. Johnson and I said our goodby's to the crowd and walked out just as the sun was casting a pink haze over the sky in the beginning of a new day. Fawda Mickel Zin We will grieve not, rather find Patricia Pawlec August 30, T931 January 2'l, T948 Strength in what remains behind, ln the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering, In the faith that looks through death, ss, In years that bring the philosophic mind. Wilma Smith February 23, T931 August 5, 1947 T emuriam i