LHS Class of '52


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In remembrance - LHS class of 52 deceased.

Jeannette "Sammy" Woodgeard died February 9, 2015.

Verna Faye Ellis Kersell died October 31, 2016.

Shirley Spung Sullivan died July 18, 2016.

More deceased classmates.


60th Reunion


The Lancaster High School Class of 1952 recently celebrated its 60th Class Reunion with a highly successful two day event. On Friday, June 15, an informal evening gathering, featuring hors d’oeuvres, soft drinks, and plenty of camaraderie was held at The Lodge on Main Street in Lancaster.

Classmates, spouses, and guests enjoyed dinner at the Lancaster Country Club the evening of Saturday, June 16. Max Hickman presented the welcome and invocation preceding the delicious dinner. He followed with humorous comments as he introduced the Reunion Committee: Mary Graf Widener, Marcia Shipley Wiseman, Rita Rockey Fischer, and Dorothy Suiter Imler. Max also read a list of classmates who had responded with regrets,. along with those who have health issues, which prevented them from attending.

Pat Kindler, class historian, graciously provided photos of past reunions and other classmates’ events she has collected over the years. She and Rita Rockey Fischer were also busy snapping photos of classmates and spouses, which can be viewed soon on John Noecker’s website at www.classof52.com.

Forty-five classmates, along with their spouses and guests, enjoyed the festivities.




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Jerry Dickson, wife Donna, Mary Graf

Ann & Joe Hudnall

Bill Eaton & Marcia Shipley

Mr & Mrs Ron Hauser

Ted Kindler & wife

Bill Eaton & Dick Robinson

Bob Spangler & Rita (Rocky) Fischer

Charley Ellinger & Bob Spangler

Ed Work & wife & Sue Alfred

Clarence Randolph & Patsy Sherburn & husband Bob French

Dave Shilling & Dorothy Suitor Imler & Vera Farr

Ron Bell & friend & Roger Figgins

Mrs. Bill Eaton  & Max Hickman  & Mrs. Bob Spangler

Spangler & Eaton

Ted Kindler, Mary, Marcia

An  McFarland, Patsy, Ron Bell

Rhoda Hacker - Claar, Sue Wilson

Catching up

All the above pictures thanks to Rita (Rockey) Fischer

More pictures from Ted Kindler follow:

Anyone with more pictures, please e-mail them to    john.noecker@yahoo.com

Sorry I couldn't make it there in person this time, but hope to see you all for the 65th Reunion. John Noecker


LHS Class of '52


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55th Reunion of the LHS Class of '52,  June 15 & 16, 2007:

From Lancaster-Fairfield Advertiser, July 1, 2007 issue:


The Lancaster High School Class of 1952 recently celebrated its 55th Class Reunion with a two day event. On Friday, June 15 an informal evening gathering featuring snacks, soft drinks, and plenty of camaraderie was held at The Broadway Center on South Broad Street in Lancaster. This building is the old Skating Rink, which many of the classmates remember fondly from their school years.

Classmates and spouses enjoyed dinner at the Lancaster Country Club the evening of Saturday, June 16. James Bushee presented the welcome and the invocation preceding the delicious dinner, and the program was presented by the Reunion Committee: Mary Graf Widener, Marcia Shipley Wiseman, Rita Rockey Fischer, Dorothy Suiter Imler, and Pat Kindler.

With LuAnne Dickson Dodge on the piano, an impromptu sing-along was initiated, beginning with the LHS alma mater and fight song. Dorothy Suiter Imler and Bud Mowery led the singers.

Mary Graf Widener and Rita Rockey Fischer presided over the raffles, which included items donated by classmates Jeanette Goodwin Woodgeard, who offered one of her original paintings, and Sue Nutter Wilson, who generously donated a large cheese basket.

JohnNoecker was busy both evenings, snapping photos of classmates and spouses. They can be viewed on his website at www.classof52.com

Marcia Shipley Wiseman spoke from a humorous viewpoint on mental and physical problems we face with aging.

Pat Kindler, class historian, graciously provided photos of past reunions and other classmates’ events she has collected over the years.

Thirty-eight classmates, along with their spouses, enjoyed the festivities.



55th class reunion in June 2007

The Committe = Rita, Mary, Marcia, Dorothy.

Sue Alfred & Darlene Sater


Bill McNaughton & Pat Kindler


Bill McNaughton & Pat Kindler


Norm, Dorothy, Roger Figgins, Mary Lee Smith, Jim Bushee


Marcia Shipley, Jim Bushee


Joe Hudnall, next to him is wife Ann McFarland, Anna Shaffer, Pat Sherburn.


Max Hickman (standing), Russell Shaffer, Bob French, Patsy Sherburn, Anna Shaffer, Ann McFarland, Joe Hudnall.


Doris Mattox, Jerry and Donna Dickson, Wes Peck (standing), wife Connie.


Ron Bell, Don Claffey, and wife.


Bob Blackstone, Mary Lee Smith and husband.


Elaine Schneider, Sue Nutter, Darlene Sater.


Bud Mowery and wife Barb.


Pete Holmes and wife, lady in black is Jack Woods' wife.


Jack Woods, Roger and Ann Figgins.


Jerry and Donna Dickson, Wes and Connie Peck.


Rita Rockey, Mary Graf.


Gynyth Cummings & husband




JohnNoecker and Marcia Shipley.


JohnNoecker & Sherrie Crawford



JohnNoecker & LuAnne Dickson


Don Karcher and wife.


Dick Robinson, Roger Figgins.


Jack Woods


Jim Bushee, (back of) Bob Blackstone, Wes Peck, Ron Bell, Connie Peck.


Ann Figgins, Mrs Pete Holmes.


Bob French, Jerry Dickson, Wes Peck.


Max Hickman, Bob Blackstone, Jim Bushee.


Rita Rockey, Barb Mowery, Dick Robinson.


James Bushee.


Jim Bushee, Mary Graf, Rita Rockey, Marcia Shipley.


Bud Mowery.


Max Hickman


Dick Robinson, Max Hickman.


Doris Mattox, Dick Robinson.


Mary Graf, Max Hickman and wife.


Rita and Marcia at table, Tom and Phyllis Kuhn.


Pat Kindler, Martha (Mrs.John) Noecker, Karen Robinson, Ann McFarland, Pat Sherburn.


Dick and Karen Robinson.


Norman Imler - Dorothy Suiter - LuAnne Dickson


Smile Everybody!


Elaine, Bud, Dorothy, LuAnn


Elaine Schneider, Bud Mowery, Dorothy Imler.


Doris, Bud, Dorothy.


Betty Nutter, Mary Lee Smith.




Max  Hickman, Bud Mowery, Ann Figgins, Dorothy Suiter, LuAnn Dickson.




Gyneth Cummins, Pat Kindler



Darlene Sater, Joan Stevers, Betty Nutter (back), Herb Engle (Patty Mercer's husband).




LuAnne Dickson & Darlene Sater


Elaine, Bud, Ann Figgins, Dorothy, LuAnn


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This from Jack Shatz:   "Sorry I wasn't able to make any of the festivities. We did however become great grandparents over the weekend. Our great granddaughter was born on my wife Ettagail's birthday. Right on her due date. What a birthday present. Thanks for the forwarded E mail. Talk soon."
Congratulations, Jack!    Everyone was looking for you and wondering where you were Saturday.




Alma Mater - click here

Oh Lancaster, our Lancaster

Our high school so dear.

We praise thee, Alma Mater,

Your name we love to hear.

Oh Lancaster, our Lancaster

Long may you rule in fame,

Here's a toast to old Lancaster

Long - - live her name.


Stand up and cheer,

Cheer loud and long for old Lancaster.

For today we raise

The Purple and Gold above the rest.

Our boys are fighting,

And they are bound to win the frey:

We've got the team (we've got the team),

We've got the steam (we've got the steam),

For this is old Lancaster's day.

(Rah! Rah! Rah!)


A classmate and her little grandson, whose face was sprinkled with
bright freckles, spent the day at the zoo.  Lots of children were waiting in
line to get their cheeks painted by a local artist who was decorating them
with tiger paws.  "You've got so many freckles, there's no place to paint!" a
girl in the line said to the little fella.

Embarrassed, the little boy dropped his head.   Seeing this, his grandmother knelt down
next to him and said:  "I love your freckles.  When I was a little girl I always wanted
freckles,"  she said, while tracing her finger across the child's cheek.
"Freckles are beautiful!"

The boy looked up, "Really?"   "Of course," said our classmate,   "Why, just
name me one thing that's prettier than freckles."

The little boy thought for a moment, peered intensely into his grandma's
face, and softly whispered, "Wrinkles."


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     "Good Night, David. Good Night, Chet."


          Rob and Laura -  Ward and June.


        I Love Lucy, The Real McCoys,


     Dennis the Menace, the Cleaver boys,


     Rawhide, Gunsmoke, Wagon Train,


     Superman, Jimmy and Lois Lane .


     Father Knows Best, Patty Duke,


     Rin Tin Tin and Lassie too,


     Donna Reed on Thursday night! --




 Words that quietly disappeared from our language with hardly a notice:





 "curb feelers"





 "steering knobs."






"Continental kits" They were rear bumper extenders and spare tire covers that were supposed to make any car as cool as a Lincoln Continental.

"Emergency brakes" At some point "parking brake" became the proper term. But you miss the hint of drama that went with "emergency brake."

"Foot feed" = Accelerator

 "running boards "


"Coast to coast" 

"world wide"


 "in a family way?" 




 "picture show," 


  "rat fink."







Was there a telethon that wiped out lumbago? Nobody complains of that anymore. Maybe that's what castor oil cured, because you never hear mothers threatening kids with castor oil anymore.



Special thanks to Pat Kindler for all the help!


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Also see:   www/MainStreetLancaster.com

A gentleman from the Class of 52, very well dressed, hair well groomed, great
looking suit, flower in his lapel smelling slightly of a good after
shave, presenting a 'well looked after' image, walks into an upscale
cocktail lounge.

Seated at the bar is fine looking older lady, obviously alone.

The gentleman walks over, sits at the stool next to her, orders a drink, takes
a sip, turns to her and says, "So tell me, do I come here often?"

Have you been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, "Surely I can't look that old?"

I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS diploma, which bore his full name.

Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been in my high-school class some 50-odd years ago.

Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face 'was way too old to have been my classmate.

After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Lancaster High-school.

"Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a Golden Gale." he gleamed with pride.

"When did you graduate?" I asked.

He answered, "In 1952. Why do you ask?"

"You were in my class!" I exclaimed.

He looked at me closely.

Then, that ugly, old, wrinkled son-of-a-b asked,

""What did you teach?"


George Carlin's Views on Aging:

Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.

"How old are you?" "I'm four and a half!" You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key

You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.

"How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16!" You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life . . you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony . YOU BECOME 21 . YESSSS!!!

But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're Just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?

You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50, and your dreams are gone.

But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would!

So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.

You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!

You get into your 80's and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; "I Was JUST 92."

Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half!"

May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!


1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight, and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay them.

2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.

3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. "An idle mind is the devil's workshop."

4. Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long, and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.

6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourself. Be ALIVE while you are alive.

7. Surround yourself with what you love whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.

8. Cherish your health. If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.

9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.

10.Tell the people you love that you love them -- at every opportunity.



1. Throw out nonessential numbers.  This includes age, weight and height.  Let the doctor worry about them.  That is why you pay him/her.

2. Keep only cheerful friends.  Grouches like to pull you down.

3. Keep learning.  Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever.  Never let the brain idle. "An idle mind is the devil's workshop."  And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.

4. Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you go limp.

6. Tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on.
The only person who is with you your entire life, is you.
Be ALIVE while you are alive.

7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.

8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.

9. Don't take guilt trips.  Take a trip to the mall, to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.

10. Tell the people you love that you love them, if you can.  If you can't, show them that you do.  They'll know.


Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take,
but by the moments that take your breath away.
If you don't send this to at least 8 people.... who cares?


Down Memory Lane - 1952

A little house with three bedrooms and one car on the street,
A mower that you had to push to make the grass look neat.
In the kitchen on the wall we only had one phone,
And no need for recording things; someone was always home.
We only had a living room where we would congregate,
Unless it was at meal time in the kitchen where we ate.
We had no need for family rooms or extra rooms to dine,
When meeting as a family, those two rooms would work out fine.
We only had one TV set and channels - maybe two,
But always there was one of them with something worth the view.
For snacks we had potato chips that tasted like a chip,
And if you wanted flavor there was Lawson's onion dip.
Store-bought snacks were rare because my mother liked to cook,
And nothing can compare to snacks in Betty Crocker's book.
The snacks were even healthy with the best ingredients,
There was no label with a hundred things that made no sense.
Weekends were for family trips or staying home to play,
We all did things together even go to church to pray.
When we did our weekend trips depending on the weather,
No one stayed at home because we liked to be together.
Sometimes we would separate to do things on our own,
But we knew where the others were without our own cell phone.
Then there were the movies with your favorite movie star,
And nothing can compare to watching movies in your car.
Then there were the picnics at the peak of summer season;
Pack a lunch and find some trees and never need a reason.
Get a baseball game together with the friends you know,
Have real action playing ball, and no game video.
Remember when the doctor used to be the family friend,
And didn't need insurance or a lawyer to defend,
The way that he took care of you or what he had to do,
Because he took an oath and strived to do the best for you.
Remember when the country was united under God,
And prayer in schools and public places was not deemed as odd.
Remember when the church was used for worshipping The Lord,
And not used for commercial use or for some business board.
Remember going to the store and shopping casually,
And when you went to pay for it you used your own money?
Nothing that you had to swipe or punch in some amount,
Remember when the cashier person had to really count?
Remember when we breathed the air - it smelled so fresh and clean,
And chemicals were not used on the grass to keep it green.
The milkman and the bread man used to go from door to door,
And it was just a few cents more than going to the store.
There was a time when mailed letters came right to your door,
Without a lot of junk mail ads sent out by every store.
The mailman knew each house by name and knew where it was sent,
There were not loads of mail addressed to "present occupant."
Remember when the words "I do" meant that you really did,
And not just temporally till someone blows their lid.
There was no thing as no one's fault; we just made a mistake,
There was a time when married life was built on give and take.
There was a time when just one glance was all that it would take,
And you would know the kind of car, the model, and the make.
They didn't look like turtles trying to squeeze every mile,
They were streamlined, white walls and fins, and really had some style.
One time the music that you played whenever you would jive,
Was from a vinyl, big holed record called a forty-five.
The record player had a post to keep them all in line,
And then the records would drop down and play one at a time.
Oh, sure we had our problems then just like we do today,
And always we were striving trying for a better way.
And every year that passed us by brought new and greater things,
We now can even program phones with music or with rings.
Oh, the simple life we lived still seems like so much fun!
How can you explain a game, just kick the can and run.
And why would boys put baseball cards between bicycle spokes,
And for a nickel, red machines had bottled Cokes.
This life seemed so much easier and slower in some ways,
I love the new technology but I sometimes miss those days.
So time moves on and so do we and nothing stays the same,
But I sure love to reminisce and walk down memory lane.


Joke:   A Class of 52 Classmate recently had a baby, see (don't ask).   Her fellow classmates were amazed, and went to her house to visit and to see the newborn.   She told them that to see the baby they would have to come back later after the baby cries.   They were a little confused until she confessed that with her poor memory she couldn't remember where she had put him down for his nap, and with her poor eyesight she couldn't find him either, but she assured them that with the new hearing aid she just got, she would be able to find him when he wakes up and cries.  Then they could see him.  (It's a joke!)

Alma Mater

See if you can remember:

Party Lines

Playing tag

Hide and go seek

Catching lightening bugs in a jar

Wringer washers

Hanging clothes on the line

Kick the can

Roller skates with keys

Hula hoops

45 RPM records

Bobbi sox

Penny loafers

Going home for lunch

Rabbit ears


Penny candy

Red rover

Buster Brown

Mother may I

Round TV screens

Head light dimmer switch on the floor.
Ignition switch on the dashboard.

Cars had spotlights and fender skirts, lowering blocks and Smitty mufflers with split manifolds.
The heater was dealer-installed on the inside under the dash.
Home ice boxes  had a big chunk of ice in them, and didn't plug into the electric outlet.
You wore a pant leg clip for bicycles without chain guards.
Soldering irons were heated on a gas burner.
You put your window down and signaled your turns by hand.

Your girfriend wore your class ring on a chain around her neck.
How about Blackjack chewing gum?
Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water?
Candy cigarettes?
Soda pop machines that dispensed bottles - not cans?
Ice cream shops with  jukebox remote controls at the end of the table?
Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard caps?
Newsreels before the movie?
Butch hair wax?

Telephone numbers with a word prefix (Olive - 6933)?
Howdy Doody?
S&H Green Stamps?
Metal ice cube trays with a lever?
Mimeograph machines?
Blue flashbulbs?
Packard automobiles?    Studebakers?    Hudsons?   Kaisers?   Henry Js?
Cork popguns?
A Royal Crown Cola bottle with a stopper with a bunch of
holes in it that sat on the end of your mom's ironing board
to "sprinkle" clothes before we had steam irons?

How about:

Putting chains on tires when it snowed.
Standing on running boards when hitchhiking short distances.
Buying war bonds and stamps.
Meat and gasoline and tire ration stamps.
Appliances with cloth electric cords.
The G.I. Bill.
Coal shutes and shoveling ashes.
Clotheslines and the smell of an air-dried wash.
School clothes and play clothes.
Tom Mix, Red Ryder, Captain Midnight, Hop Harrigan,
The Lone Ranger.

Fibber McGee and Molly, Burns and Allen, Jack Benny.
Hair curlers.
Fountain pens.
Crackerjack prizes.
Drive-in theaters.
Whizzer Bikes.
Hightop boots.
Geography class.
Adding machines.

 The average annual salary was under
A loaf of bread cost 15 cents.
Prime-Time meant
I Love Lucy,
Ozzie and Harriet, Gunsmoke
and Lassie.

No air-conditioning... So
the windows stayed open and half a
dozen mothers ran outside when
you fell off your bike.

Your teacher was Miss Matthews
or Mrs. Logan or Mr. Adkins.
Not Ms Becky or Mr.Bill.

Hazardous material was a patch of grassburrs
around the light pole at the corner.

You loved to climb into a fresh bed...
Because sheets were dried on the

"Child care" meant relatives and neighbors.

Parents were respected and their
rules were law.

TV was in black-and-white...outdoors
was in color.

Grandma grew snap beans and chickens
in her back yard.

Getting into trouble was hard, because
along would come
your Dad's high
school coach, or the nosy old lady
from up the street, or your little
sister's piano teacher, or somebody
from Church. ALL knew your
parents' phone number and
YOUR first name.

Remember Nancy Drew, The Hardy Boys,
Laurel & Hardy,
Abbott & Costello, Sky King,
Little Lulu comics, Brenda Starr,
Howdy Doody and The Peanut Gallery,
The Lone Ranger,
The Shadow Knows,
Nellie Belle, Roy and Dale, Trigger and
Buttermilk as well as the sound
of a reel mower on Saturday morning,
and summers filled with bike rides,
playing in cowboy land, playing hide
and seek and kick-the-can and Simon Says,
baseball games, amateur shows at the
local theater before the Saturday matinee,
bowling and visits to the pool...and eating
Kool-Aid powder with sugar, and wax lips
and bubblegum cigars?



After putting her children to bed, a mother changed into old slacks and a
droopy blouse and proceeded to wash her hair. As she heard the children
getting more and more rambunctious, her patience grew thin. At last she
threw a towel around her head and stormed into their room, putting them back
to bed with stern warnings.

As she left the room, she heard her three-year-old say with a trembling
voice, "Who was THAT?"

A mother was telling her little girl what her own childhood was like.
"We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing made from a tire; it hung
from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild blackberries
in the woods."

The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this in. At last she said, "I sure
wish I'd gotten to know you sooner!"

Her grandson was visiting one day when he asked, "Grandma, do you know how
you and God are alike?"
She mentally polished her halo while she asked, "No, how are we alike?"
"You're both old," he replied.

A little girl was diligently pounding away on her father's word processor.

She told him she was writing a story. "What's it about?" he asked. "I don't
know," she replied. "I can't read."


I didn't know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided
to test her. I would point out something and ask what color it was. She
would tell me, and always she was correct. But it was fun for me, so I

At last she headed for the door, saying sagely, "I think you should
try to figure out some of these yourself!"


A Sunday school class was studying the Ten Commandments. They were ready to
discuss the last one.

The teacher asked if anyone could tell her what it was. Susie raised her
hand, stood tall, and quoted, "Thou shall not take the covers off thy
neighbor's wife."


Our five-year-old son Mark couldn't wait to tell his father about the movie
we had watched on television, "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea." The scenes
with the submarine and the giant octopus had kept him wide-eyed.

In the middle of the telling, my husband interrupted Mark, "What caused the
submarine to sink? With a look of incredulity Mark replied, "Dad, it was the
20,000 leaks!"

When my grandson, and I entered our vacation cabin, we kept the lights
off until we were inside to keep from attracting pesky insects. Still, a few
fireflies followed us in.

Noticing them before I did, he whispered, "It's no use, Grandpa. The
mosquitoes are coming after us with flashlights."

When my grandson asked me how old I was, I teasingly replied, "I'm not
sure." "Look in your underwear, Grandma," he advised.
"Mine says I'm four."

John, age 73, and Lucy, age 73, are all excited about their decision to get married. They go for a stroll to discuss the wedding and on the way they pass a drugstore.  John suggests they go in.

John addresses the man behind the counter: "Are you the owner?"

The pharmacist answers "Yes I am."

John: "We're about to get married. Do you sell heart medication?"

Pharmacist: "Yes we do."

John: "How about medicine for circulation?"

Pharmacist: "All kinds."

John: "Medicine for rheumatism, scoliosis?"

Pharmacist: "Definitely."

John: "How about Viagra?"

Pharmacist: "Of course."

John: "Medicine for memory problems, arthritis, Jaundice?"

Pharmacist: "Yes, a large variety. The works."

John: "What about vitamins, sleeping pills, Geritol, antidotes for Parkinson's disease?"

Pharmacist: "Absolutely."

John: "You sell wheel! chairs and walkers?"

Pharmacist: "All speeds, all sizes."

John says to the pharmacist:

"Would it be OK if we use this store as our Bridal Registry?

I think I remember when Memorial Drive looked like this . .


IT'S A JOKE, IT'S A JOKE . . . .

Three members of the LHS class of 52 live in a house together. One night one
of them draws a bath. She puts her foot in and pauses. She yells to the
other classmates:  "Was I getting in or out of the bath?"

The second  classmate yells back, "I don't know. I'll come up and see." She
starts up the stairs and pauses. "Was I going up the stairs or down?"

The third classmate is sitting at the kitchen table having tea, listening to her
classmates.  She shakes her head and says, "I sure hope I never get that
forgetful," as she knocked on her wooden table for good measure. She then
yells, "I'll come up and help both of you as soon as I see who's at the


Three classmates,  were playing golf at the Lancaster Country Club one fine
March day. One remarked to the other, "Windy, isn't it?" "No," the second
one replied, "it's Thursday."   And the third classmate chimed in, "So am I. Let's
go have a drink."


Two class of 52 classmates have been friends for many years.  Over the years,
they had shared all kinds of activities and adventures. Lately, their
activities had been limited to meeting a few times a week to play cards. One
day, they were playing cards when one looked at the other and said, "Now
don't get mad at me. I know we've been friends for a long time, but I just
can't think of your name! I've thought and thought, but I can't remember it.
Please tell me what your name is."

Her classmate just glared at her. For a long time  she just sat and
glared at her.  Finally she said, "How soon do you need to know?"


A class of 52 guy was driving down the Interstate, and his cell  phone rang.
Answering, he heard his wife's voice urgently warning him, "Jimmy, I just
heard on the news that there's a car going the wrong way on Interstate 77.
Please be careful!"    "That's nothing!" exclaimed Jim, "There's a whole string of them!"


Two members of the LHS class of 52 were out driving in their Buick.   Both could barely see
over the dashboard. As they were cruising along, they came to an
intersection. The stoplight was red, but they just went on through. The
woman in the passenger seat thought to herself, "I must be losing it. I could
have sworn we just went through a red light."

After a few more minutes, they came to another intersection and the
light was red again. Again, they went right through. The woman in the
passenger seat was almost sure that the light had been red but was really
concerned that she was losing it.

She was getting nervous. At the next intersection, sure enough, the light
was red and they went on through. So, she turned to the other woman and
said, "LuAnn, do you know that you just ran through three red lights in a
row? Your driving is going to get us killed!"

LuAnn  turned to her and said, "My driving?  I thought YOU were driving!"


A Class of 52 graduate who had moved to Florida called 911 on her cell phone to report that her car
has been broken into. She was hysterical as she explained her situation to the
dispatcher: "They've stolen the stereo, the steering wheel, the brake pedal,
and even the accelerator!" she cried.

The dispatcher said, "Stay calm, Ma'am, an officer is on the way."

A few minutes later, the responding officer radioed in.

"Disregard," he says. "I found her sitting in the backseat."



















Below are some one-of-kind "Show Cars", built by the manufacturers.