Alumni Newsletter

May, 2009


Trojan Head designed by  
Kermit Ruyle '47



Reunion 2009
October 2, 3, & 4th





Mail checks to:

WHS Alumni
PO Box 774
O'Fallon, MO 63366

Special pricing
due by
July 15, 2009

Oct 2nd - Friday Mixer
St. Charles Convention Center
3 – 8:30 pm
Light Appetizers
Cost: $35.00  (pp*)

Oct 3rd - Saturday - Dinner/Dance

St. Charles Convention Center
6 – 7 pm
Cash Bar
7 – 11 pm
Cost: $70.00 (pp*)

Oct 4th - Sunday Picnic
2200 Raymond Drive
11 – 4
Cost: $30.00 (pp*)
(*per person)


Who's attending Reunion 2009?





Another store in Wellston was F.C. Homeyer Piano Co. at 6426 Easton Ave store. The building still stands today. In our time the Wellston Bowling Alley was to the east and Grace Lutheran Church to the west. Hundreds of our alumni students will remember exactly where the  "Tonk" piano store was because they took lessons there.  During the depression and WWII, music  and player piano's were great entertainment for families in these poor times. We didn't have TV or computers back then. Most family homes had a musical instrument and always found a way to pay for lessons. Then, as we grew older, there was the 'honky tonk's' where we enjoyed the piano players talents. Do you know where the term 'down at the local honky tonk' came from?

The term, honky tonk, has been traced back at least to The Daily Ardmoreite, February 26, 1894, (Oklahoma Historical Society). "The honk-a-tonk last night was well attended by ball heads, bachelors and leading citizens. Most of them are inclined to kick themselves this morning for being sold."

The term, honky, seems to be derived from "hunky" and "bohunk," derogatory slang for Bohemian, Hungarian, and Polish immigrants, which was picked up by locals, including blacks in Chicago of Sandburg's time, and applied generally to all "whites." It was noted that W. C. Handy wrote of "Negroes and hunkies" in his Father of the Blues: An Autobiography (1941). The notion that racial epithets and stereotypical slang is not endemic to all men is foolish. Moreover such words become part and parcel of a language, making it more colorful and expressive over generations.

 "Tonk," the second part of the term, has been said to derive from a line of upright pianos manufactured by William Tonk & Bros. (established 1889), though this has been questioned in terms of dates. Of the Tonk, one finds "The Tonk piano is everywhere noted for peculiarly sweet and sonorous tone and excellence of workmanship and material.

The Tonk piano was a sweet-toned, satisfying instrument. It is rapidly gained in sale and also enjoyed a large export trade. The Tonk player-piano and Triplex Electric Player and Reproducing Grands and Uprights were no less satisfactory and their success was firmly established.  As to Tonk's catalogues, one finds: William & Bro. Importers',  manufacturers' and jobbers' catalogue of musical merchandise: piano material & piano stools, etc. New York: William Tonk & Bro.; 1881, a Catalogue of musical merchandise, piano materials, piano stools.

 The original title of the poem is "Honky Tonk in Cleveland, Ohio," taken from Sandburg's anthology, Smoke and Steel (1920)


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MAY   2009     


Vintage Photos From the Shoe Box!


 We'll post them online.

How do you store your pictures?   Framing, scrap-booking or sticking them in shoeboxes? With the advent of digital photography, there are several options sharing the photos you love, making them last a good, long time: You can either: Email,  scan  or use US Postage (If photos are to be returned, please include return US Mail postage.)
Send in your shoebox photos so they can be shared with everyone.

Pictures from the Shoe Box

(click names to view pictures of them and their court of honor)



 ‘26 Catherine Brill
 ‘27 Lucile Medina
 ‘28 Gert Von Gruben

 ‘29 Grace Gorden


‘30 Olive Deppe
‘31 Marion Mackay
‘32 Edna Vattarrodt
‘33 Geraldine Fischer

‘34 Josephine Boro
‘35 Georgia Dalton
‘36 Madeline Neary
‘37 Mary Driskill
‘38 Gertrude Studt
‘39 June Moll

‘40 Doris Bland
‘41 Wilma Fryer
‘42 Martha Moll
 '43 Mildred Collins
’44 Maxine Parker
’46 Peggy Kahler
’47 June Oswald
’48 Jenette Jones
’49 Pat Parker

Franciel Goodner
’51 Norma Herman
’52 Gail Magel
’53 Bonnie Bonstell
’54 Dot Holland
’55 Lestine Neal
Mary Kay Parker
’57 Peggy Taylor
’58 Judy Feller
’59 Barbara Gamma

’60 Judy McIntosh
’61 Eleanor Mack
’62 Caroline Waller
’63 Martha Ziff
’64 Cheryl Seabaugh
’65 Sheryl Stilts
’66 Sue Melton
’67 Bev Gatlin
'68 Peggy Holmes
’69 Prom cancelled -

The traditional crowning of the Welhisco Queen began in 1926 with the Welhisco Coronation. This event would take place each year in late February or March. Students, teachers and friends would assemble in the High school auditorium.

The master of ceremonies would announce the retiring queen who was normally escorted by the student body president. Then the Court of Honor assembled on the stage. The flower girls and crown bearer preceded the special maids.

The special maids made a regal curtsy before the retiring queen and then she and her escort took their places on stage. The maids would perform a special dance with their escorts, amid much excitement waiting for the announcement of the new queen. After the crowning entertainment was provided by the glee club and dance band.

The crowning took place in the auditorium each spring until 1953 when Mrs Lucienne Semon, the art teacher and co-sponsor, decided to fashion the Welhisco coronation after the Veil Prophet Ball. Dorothy Holland was the first Welhisco Queen to be crown at the Prom in 1954. This tradition continued each year until 1969 when the bond issue failed, cancelling it.

Pictured is Wilma Fryer '41. As you view the dresses online, Keep in mind these are not 'off the rack' as the girls buy today, but beautifully hand-made dresses.

We are fortunate having most of the pictures of our Queens and Court of honor which have been posted online. Click the names above for the links then select next if the option is available. Some years have more than one picture available.

Mrs Green & Barbara Hill '59

Miss Bennett & Barb

Miss Atherton

Barb Hill '59 shares pictures of her and some of her grade school Teachers.

Hill, Barbara '59

**** Please share your shoe box pictures with us. ****


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Old and New News From WHS

Seeing the piece about the Hodiamont Street Car brought back lots of warm memories like the Wellston Theater.  Ron Taylor was an usher there at the same time I worked in the ticket booth.  I loved that job, but alas, it didn't pay very much and found other jobs in Wellston after school . Can't remember which was first, but I worked for a store named The Brokerage. Several other students from Wellston worked there at various times, too. Then Dolnick's "modern furniture" up near the Victory Theater.

Our friends and family also used the Hodiamont street car. My dad (Howard Whiat) drove a bus.... remember the Public Service Company before it became Bi-State Transit?  We kids nick named the buses "Big Red". Dad drove a bus until he retired. He  also drove cabs for my grandfather  (John Creely)  who  owned  the taxi stand on the corner of Easton ...and I can't remember the name of the  side street.  I believe Neisner's or  Kresge's  was also on that corner?  My family referred to that intersection as "The Corner".  There was a scale outside the store and my gramp used to sit on it constantly.  It was also on that corner where a fireworks stand blew up, causing quite an explosion and put out the eye of the guy who was selling the fireworks. Thus, reinforcing our parents warning about the dangers of fireworks!   Holy cats, this is bringing back all sorts of memories.  It was fun growing up in Wellston wasn't it!   
Sandy (Whiat) Schopp ‘57

I just viewed the April Flashlight. How exciting to see my oldest brother, Joe, standing there with the '41 bowling team! I had (4) brothers, Joe '43, Rolland '44, Frank '46, Ralph and (1) sister Norma '49 who attended the Wellston School System. I've never seen any pictures of them in sports activities. I know my sister, brother, and Joe's daughter will love seeing the picture as well.  Thanks for bring back so many memories. Raymond Woodworth '53

I really enjoyed the Flashlight today. Lots and lots of memories-some sad but mostly laughable!. I wish I remembered more about my high school years. It's hard to keep memories when you don't have anyone to 'reminisce' with. I haven't lived in Wellston or been involved with anyone from Wellston since I joined the Navy in '69 and left home. I rarely get a chance to see anyone on visits because I don't keep in touch and do not know where anyone lives. The Flashlight helps me remember some fun times and can put faces with names I do remember. I do keep in touch with Dene (Houser) and Steve Gatlin '67, Carol (Matthews) and Louie Bakula '69 but they are about the only ones. My sister remembers more about my high school years than I do.

Keep up the good work and I would love to hear from anyone who wants to correspond. I live in NC and it's hard for me to get to STL regularly so I won't make the reunion this year (again-darn!). But I can enjoy a lot of the photos that will be posted. Thanks, Pat (Funke) Hewett '68

I appreciate all the work that goes into delivering alumni news to us.  I'm sending in $66.00 for my membership dues because I was in the class of '66. I challenge my classmates to do the same! A years worth of walking down memory lane is worth much more for all that entertainment, don't you think? John Patredis '66

I just read the April issue about the Hodiamont Street Cars and it brought back a lot of memories.  I lived on Hodiamont just across the street from the street car tracks. When I was a freshman in 1951, I was asked to the prom by Jim Grady who was a sophomore and we rode the streetcar to the prom!  I remember I had a strapless formal with a big skirt with a lot of layers of taffeta and netting material.  It took up the whole seat and you could hardly see Jim when we sat down. I can't imagine what the other people thought, they were probably snickering. I told this to my grand kids and of course they don't know what a streetcar was.  Quite a bit different from the proms the kids have today.  We probably had just as much fun and maybe even more.  Erlene Reese '54

                              Days of yesteryear
If truth be known, we lived in a time where things were much more peaceable and enjoyable. We were not tied to a 'cell' phone, computer, iphone, or MP3 stuck in our ear. We had a life not tied to electronics. We sat on our porch at night, played soft ball in alley's, or had pick-up basketball games.  We ate hot tamales from the corner Hot Tamale man.....and had papers delivered by an actual paper BOY before he went to school. We had (1) phone centrally located in our home, usually the foyer - which was on a party line! (My grandmother had a wall phone with a ringer. Her number was a long w/two short rings! That was country living~)  So many good memories of a time not so long ago.
  JoAnn (Williams) Croce '60




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MAY 2009


Alumni News Continued

Nortre Dame de Lourdes Reunion
Wednesday, May 20th, 2009
Luncheon 11:30 am at
Grappa Grill (St. Charles, MO)
Contact: Jerry Sullivan,
[email protected]

Of Pigeons, Proms, and Kisses Gone Astray
by: Sandy Gibbons '57

    Prom, the rite of passage in a formal dress for high school students, short for promenade, a walk or procession and derived from the late nineteenth century practice of a promenade held each spring.
      It's possible that's what WHS music teacher and general overall wild man, Charlie Cordeal and his musical collaborator, Thelma Pape Hines, had in mind when in 1954, they put together the strange archaic Cotillion like dance routine that prom court performed every spring for years.
    In spring 1956 I helped with the rehearsal, students entering, bowing etc., to scratchy recorded music opening with a clock chiming. Until I saw a dance master direct hundreds of dancers in a grand promenade at the Scott Joplin Festival I never knew what it was we had been trying to accomplish.
    When our Class of 57 was host for the prom, our theme The Mikado with musical entertainment by Gilbert and Sullivan, not my idea.  Three girls sang Three Little Maids from School, I think Lee Erwin sang a solo and my friend, Sandy Whiat sang "The Sun and I."
    While fluting miles of crepe paper, I thought about my yellow dress hanging on the back of my bedroom door. My step-dad, with whom I did not live, had gathered and sold a truck load of scrap iron to give me the money to shop for a dress. That kindness might just have been enough to get him into heaven, who knows!
    On that magical night and a few others, I remember looking up and seeing the faces of our families-yours and mine. They sat in the amber tiled bleachers watching us, proud to see us looking beautiful and happy. I realize now that my family probably wasn't the only family that made sacrifices so those pretty dresses and rented tuxedos could go dancing.
     One of our male teachers remarked, in a broad southern accent, that parental attendance was a strange custom, unique to Wellston, so far as he knew. He added snidely that it was probably going to be the only time some of our parents ever saw their children clean and dressed in formal wear. I'm certain that he was joking or thought he was, but pride reared its head. I told him that I thought he was a bloody snob and rude to say such things about us. He said he was sorry and that it was thoughtless, even if true.
     When my Mother and I shopped for prom dresses together at chic downtown stores, smartly dressed sales women would spin the gowns around on their padded hangers, swirling them out against the carpeted floor for our amazement and possible approval. OMG was I impressed! My Mother, a truly shy woman, must have been so intimidated, but she braved that pomposity for my sake. Of course, I ate it up.
    That spring, we had spent the whole day shopping and were headed for the Page-Wellston bus when, as we walked out from under a downtown awning, a pigeon with a serious intestinal disorder, pooped on my head. We took a cab home. After a series of shampoos and supper, my family gathered to watch as I floated down our splintery old steps in my lovely yellow gown. I said, "In spite of that pigeon, my hair looks pretty good tonight," (My Indian straight dark hair was the blight of my life.) "I wish it would look like this when I go to school,"
    "You could go to night school!" said my helpful cousin, Mel Kehr '67, age 6 at the time.
    In 1957 I attended prom with my first serious boyfriend, a smart, kind, very tall and wonderful boy who grew up to be the founder of a fine family and the brew master of equally fine beer, Jerry Cebe '57.
    But in my sophomore and junior years I had the honor of attending prom with another smart, kind, nice and very tall young man, Orvus Barton Harry III. I was a rather strange girl, brash on the outside but very shy inside. Reading about such stuff was okay, but kissing a boy was beyond the pale for me, so I didn't--kiss the boy, I mean.  Years later, when I had overcome that nonsense, I felt bad about that. Not that a kiss from me would have meant all that much to Orvus, but it might have been reassuring at least, I figured.
    As we approached our most recent reunion, I told my husband that I was going to find Orvus Harry and present him with a friendly and very belated kiss.  I thought it would really make him laugh. After all, I am a sophisticated woman now.  I could do this easily.
      As a non-denominational minister, I have married nearly 700 couples in 15 years so my husband and I arrived late, having just come from a wedding. Knowing my intent, he took a long time parking. I had no time to waste.  I looked for the tallest man I could see. We've all changed, I thought, but since Orvus was a light house of a young man, I was sure I could find him.
    Yes! There he was! He was a bit bulkier than I imagined he might be, but then, I am a veritable butter ball myself.
     I sailed up to him, shyer than I had thought I would be, but still determined. I flung myself at the poor man and said, "I've owed you this kiss for 50 years."  I flat planted a great big, but totally chaste, I
assure you, kiss, on the poor dumbstruck man in front of me.
    "Sandy," he said, "Do you know who I am?"
    "Well, of course, I do," I said, "You're Orv..."  As my arms fell to my sides, my eyes slid upward from his mid-section to his name badge.  "Jim Bausch!" 
    "Oh, Jimmy," I gasped, "I'm so sorry! I mean, I'm not sorry that I kissed you, but I didn't know it was you!" I had always liked Jim Bausch.
    Jim, a perfect gentleman, said, "Don't be sorry, it's the most interesting thing that's happened all night."
    "I'll apologize to your wife," I sputtered, "I'll s'plain." (Who was this gauche woman? I wondered. What happened to the sophisticated woman I thought I was?)
     "Oh, please, don't." Jim said gallantly.  "That would ruin the whole thing".
     I apologized to Sandy Hart Bausch anyhow and she laughed, because, since we all went to school together, she knew I had always been a little strange.
     On Sunday at lunch, I got to see and talk with The Real Orvus, but somehow, overnight, I had lost my intent to go about planting kisses.  Orvus was spared that ordeal.
          I'll never attend another prom, never fasten another sweet wrist corsage to my arm and see my family admire me and my date. At the moment, I have no plans to be the Kissing Bandit at the next reunion, but then, again, who knows?




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Alumni News Continued

The girls enjoying lunch are Left side:  Alma Jane Hunter '53, Faye Smith '53, Right side: Patsy Tiernan'53, Dottie Holland '54 and Pat Wicks '54.  The girls meet each year in Gulf Shores, AL, and have for years, becoming snowbirds. They all have remained friends since high school.  Dottie was the Welhisco Queen in '54.


The class of '47 had their bi-yearly meeting at Granite City Restaurant on Olive and Craig Road. The girls have been meeting since their 50th Reunion. This time they decided to invite the boys and husbands. The only guy who showed up, and enjoyed himself, was Bill Carey.

They enjoyed looking at old Flashlights and other school memorabilia and talking about the good times in Wellston. June Oswald was the Welhisco Queen in '47.

The Redshirts enjoy another spring break in Branson. Each year they rent a condo, see as many shows as they can fit in, and shop till they drop! (One of the girls found sooo many bargains she had to hide them from her husband!!) The ladies attending this year are: back row, L-R Cheryl Horne ’61, Janet Scott ’60, Carol Beeman ’60, Front Row: Kathy Erwin ’62, Mary Ann Creceilus ’60 and Wanda Carnmen ’60.

It’s rumored one of the diva's turns into a little prankster on these trips. Some of her pranks have included Saran Wrapping the toilet, placing raisons in the bed, and kinking the sprayer of the hose on the kitchen sink.



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Good Health Begins In Your Intestines

---Roger Mason 
Submitted by: Mari Treadway '65


We humans have almost 30 feet of intestines to digest our food- about 22 feet of small intestines and about 6 feet of colon (large intestine). Our intestines are generally in terrible shape for lots o++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++f reasons. It has been wisely said that, "good health begins in the intestines", and that really is true. If we cannot digest our food properly we will never be healthy or live very long. Americans suffer from endless intestinal problems from flatulence, bloating, hemorrhoids, gluten intolerance, and diarrhea to Crohn's Disease, diverticulitis, celiac disease, irritable bowel syndrome, colitis, and outright cancer. An entire field of medicine- gastroenterology- has been devoted to this.
 How can we have strong healthy intestines? Our DIET is responsible for most of our problems.
We eat twice the calories we need, five times the fat we need (and the wrong kinds of fats), twice the protein we need, and 160 pounds of various sugars we don't need at all. Ironically though, we are deficient in many vitamins, minerals and other nutrients like fiber, sterols and lignums. Overfed and undernourished. We drink God knows how much coffee, regular tea, beer, wine, and liquor, soft drinks, and milk (see the articles on milk). Add to this the countless billions of dollars of toxic prescription drugs, as well as the countless billions of dollars of over the counter drugs.  Our digestive organs are overworked and toxified. Eat two meals a day. Fast one day a week. 
 How could we possibly have a healthy intestinal system? What kinds of foods should we eat for good digestion? Whole grains like brown rice, oatmeal, barley, corn, whole grain hot and cold cereals, whole wheat pasta, and whole grain breads are our primary food. Beans of all kinds are a wonderful low fat, high protein food full of nutrition. Most any green or yellow vegetable (except Nightshades such as potatoes, tomatoes and eggplants) are a good choice. Fruits in moderation are full of good fiber. Whole natural grains, beans, and vegetables should be the basis of your daily fare.  Seafood in moderation. Soups and salads. 
 You're never going to be healthy if you have a coffee habit or drink regular tea (with caffeine and tannins). An occasional cup of coffee is certainly reasonable. Drink herbal teas instead of Lipton or Earl Grey. Drink WATER with your meals; nothing beats a good glass of water. Have a beer occasionally if you're so inclined, or a glass of good wine, but once that becomes "several" drinks, it negatively affects your health. Distilled alcohol has been the bane of many civilizations and should be avoided.
 What can you do as far as supplements go? If you are under 40 take the eight Supplements for Younger People and add glutamine. If you are over 40 take all 20 proven supplements plus the hormones you need. Specifically, take a good brand of refrigerated acidophilus with eight strains and 6 billion units or more. Buy it refrigerated and keep it refrigerated (or frozen). Take this faithfully for the rest of your life. Take one in the AM and one in the PM for a year if you know your intestines are weak. Take 750 mg of FOS (fructooligosaccharides) with your acidophilus. Take twice a day for a year if you need to. This is an indigestible sugar that feeds the good bacteria but starves the bad bacteria. There is a lot of good published science on FOS. Take a gram (2 X 500 mg) or more of the inexpensive amino acid L-glutamine. Take this twice a day for a year (or buy it in bulk power form and take 1 teaspoon) if your intestines are weak. Surgeons now use this after intestinal surgery because it is so effective. This also spikes (not raises) your human growth hormone when taken as suggested here. You can also find "Lactospore", which is a stable, spore form of acidophilus that doesn't need refrigeration. This is very good to take with regular, live acidophilus. Another supplement you can take is good old aloe vera. 20 grams of fresh gel (keep refrigerated) or two X 100 mg capsules of a 200:1 extract, but only for one year. After a year the effect wears off since it is "exogenous" (doesn't exist in the body or in regular food).
 What about enemas? Avoid them, as the colon is self cleaning and enemas wash out the good bacteria. Anyone who would even suggest a coffee enema is obviously demented. Enemas seem to be more of an anally oriented sexual fetish than a health practice. (That doesn't apply to everyone however.) 
 Keep your digestive system strong by eating better foods, eating fewer calories (two meals a day), take proven supplements, and fast one day a week on water. You can also do the TMG program for six months (read Rejuvenate Your Liver). As always, diet and lifestyle means healthy digestions. Diet and lifestyle cure disease. Diet and lifestyle equals health and long life.



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Taken from 1942 sweater


REUNION 2009 October 2, 3, and 4th


2009 invitations have several options for you to choose from this time. Each event can be chosen separately or grouped together for extra savings.

The Embassy Suite is now taking reservations. Be sure to mention you are attending Wellston High Reunion for the special rate of $124.00 + tax per night.

   Phone: 636-946-5544

As last reunion, with 10 days notice, anyone paying early who cannot attend the reunion will be reimbursed. A substantial discount is available for those who commit early by helping us with working capital.

Names of those attending will be available online. Tables will be set up according to classes at Saturday Night’s Dinner. Be sure to let us know which class you would like to sit with if different than your own class. 

To see who's attending



Club member list


Your support is needed so we remain successful.


 "I’m Bored!"

by: (Thomas) Roger Noon '62
Former Sports Writer for the Flashlight:

   It seems to be a time worn phrase these days! That’s not to say that we didn’t have boredom in our early lives as well. The issue was that we did not expect our parents to do something about it. If we were bored, we simply did something about it!
     It has been a surprising revelation to me there was a skating facility in Wellston. Living in Hillsdale, I only knew of the one in Pine Lawn. But I was familiar with two bowling facilities in the Wellston area. The Wellston Lanes have already been well documented. But there was another bowling establishment called Bowl-O-Mac.  The mind may be somewhat foggy here, but it seems I became familiar with it in Junior High School, while the Wellston Lanes were the favorite haunt of the WHS Bowling Club. 
     At that time bowling was a popular sport on a par with pool, baseball, or any other blue collar activity because it was relatively cheap and great for dates.  It was most likely bowling’s Golden Era because the professional “beer teams” (with names like, Budweisers, Falstaffs, Strohs, etc.) were in stiff competition with each other. I remember well when those guys came to the Wellston Lanes. The place was packed with people like me watching and appropriate ooohs and aaahs with those strikes and misses.  Even television at that time had a bowling show on Saturdays. It may well have been the reason why Don Carter took it up, but moved it to another financial category because of his individual prowess.
     If roller skating or bowling was not your thing, there were always the movies. Both the Wellston and Victory Theatres have been well documented in previous alumni issues. But Saturdays at either place was a real treat, what with the coming attractions, cartoons and whatever other short subjects (usually serials) were shown prior to the feature. The Wellston Theatre, in my opinion, was probably classier. But at the Victory Theatre I remember seeing that all time winner of a movie: “Rodan The Flying Monster” and a number of World War II epics as well.
     I am a child of the TV age. My parents seemed to have been the first in the neighborhood to purchase that big box with the small screen. It was truly fascinating to watch early programs like “Howdy Doody, and the “Wrangler” shows for kids after school and “Flip the Frog” cartoons which were soon replaced with favorites like “American Bandstand” on weekdays and the “St. Louis Hop” on Saturdays. Remember when High Schools had the chance to go downtown and strut their stuff to other kids who were watching? I can still remember the Adams Milk, Tastee Bread jingles and Sally SoGood potato chips. Who could have ever thought TV could become X-box or virtual reality?
     What I do remember as a child was making up games of cowboy and Indian, Yankees and Confederates, and World War II soldiers. I remember playing bottlecaps in the back alley with caps taken from the receptacle of the local grocery store cooler and using a cut off broom handle as a bat.  Later, there was the more sophisticated “wiffleball”. There was also exploration of the cliffs and ponds on the Hillsdale side of the railroad tracks that separated us from Wellston.
     Radio also played a big role in my early life. I loved to hear the play by play with Harry Carey, Joe Garagiola and Jack Buck of the St. Louis Cardinals on KMOX as well as the mystery shows that came on Sunday night and to listen to the rock and roll stations like KXOK.
     I couldn’t take the music with me and download it like today’s Ipod, but there was radio in the cars and those hand held ones to dial in the stations.
     We can’t forget the all essential “telephone” attached to a wall jack. Imagine that! It was the bygone version of today’s cell phone, palm pilot, blackberry, etc. Remember how hard it was talking to your boyfriend or girlfriend without your parent’s listening in or that younger brother or sister threatening to tell on you? And remember how time with the one you had a crush on seemed like minutes when it was more like hours to others!
     I remember a “malt shop” up on St. Louis Avenue in HIllsdale with a juke box. In some places there was the inevitable “pinball machine” for diversion as well.
     No doubt the automobile (and the magic age 15 to get the learner’s permit together with the Driver’s Ed. Course at school) increased one’s mobility beyond its predecessor, the bicycle. That Junior or Senior Year with bringing a car to school was just too cool for words. We are not even beginning to talk about the date attraction possibilities! Then add school dances, basketball, football, and baseball games and the intramural stuff as well as other after school offerings, it was indeed a busy time!
     Then of course, there was homework and chores. I don’t remember homework being as overwhelming like the kids claim today, but I do remember the necessity of chores with parents who both worked with the promise of an “allowance” for taking care of my responsibilities.
     I may have gotten bored, but I don’t remember it lasting very long and not doing something about it!  How about you? 




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Jack Daniel '54

Where in the World is Jack Daniel '54?
Check out the link taking you to the missing alumni list in your class. They may not even know they are missing!!  If there’s someone on the list that you know the whereabouts of (dead or alive) please email us the information, or have them contact us. As you see there are only a few classes with people missing. Most classes have someone who takes the initiative to keep their class list current. While this is not an easy task to undertake, it does make the job easier for the Reunion Committee. Check all the classes, because someone’s brother, sister, aunt, uncle, parents or even neighbor, might be on the "Missing List". The list spans a period of over 30 years. MISSING ALUMN Let us know if there's special you are looking for.


Classmates Remembered
http://freepages.misc.rootsweb.com/~welhisco/011nov08/click_here.gifTheresa O'Connor '63 wrote a beautiful poem dedicated to and remembering our departed alumnus. 



Our Wellston Trojan
http://freepages.misc.rootsweb.com/~welhisco/011nov08/click_here.gifClassmates Remembered List

Rest in Peace


Lucy Lawson '62
April 3, 2009
Pancreatic Cancer
Guest Book

Steve Crosswhite '67
April 4, 2009
possible Aspiration
Guest Book

Bill Houston '47
April 10, 2009
Bone Cancer
Guest Book

Jack Apel '39
April 16, 2009
Complications from
Guest Book



Condolences to:
Bill Crosswhite '59
on the passing of his brother Steve '67 Guest Book
Karin Carter '65 on the passing of her daughter-in-law, Kelly April 17th.

I remember Bill Houston '47 from gym class. I would always be his boxing partner only because I was the same height and had the same reach. However, I was definitely not the same weight! He outweighed me by at least 25 pounds. Our boxing matches were more like me trying to outrun him so I would miss his punches. He was a great friend.  Bill Cary '47

Robert Trulaske graduated in 1936 from Wellston High School, being one of the two graduates from his class who attended college. He graduated in 1940 with a B.S. Degree from the University of Missouri-Columbia and was an R.O.T.C. Officer receiving his sword from Harry S. Truman.

Bob was employed by Proctor & Gamble until the start of World War II. As a combat pilot flying C47's with the 88th Troop Carrier Squadron of the 438th Troop Carrier Group of the 9th Air Force, he was one of the first in the battle on D-Day and participated in the Battle of Holland and others until the war ended. He returned in August, 1945 and married.

After his discharge in September, he founded True Manufacturing Company, Inc. with his brother, Arthur William '42 and father Francis Robert Jr. True Manufacturing Company, Inc. is recognized as the leading manufacturer of commercial refrigerators and freezers in the world for the Foodservice and Soft Drink Industries.

In addition to being founder of True Manufacturing Company, Mr. Trulaske created scholarships for the Business School at the University of Missouri-Columbia. There are currently over 30 students who receive Trulaske scholarships annually. In 2002, the University of Missouri-Columbia honored him by bestowing the highest honor the University offers, a Doctorate of Humane Letters for his outstanding achievements in his business career which brought distinction to himself and his field. In addition, he has supported the Kilo Diabetes and Vascular Research Foundation for the study of Vascular Diabetes. His education began in Wellston School District.



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Bill Voos (’48)
Sandy Gibbons(’57)
JoAnn Williams (’60)

Mary Kay Parker '56 -

Jim Shaw '45 -

Joe Hunter '54
JoAnn Williams '60
Larry Turner '60
Phyllis Crouch '62
Donna Hagan '68

Buzz Book
Pat Miner '62

ClassMates Remembered
Carol Beeman '60

Mailing Database
Tom Manley '67

Welhisco Alumni
P.O. Box 774
O'Fallon, MO 63366

Phone  636-978-9330

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                                                       New Recipe

A well-known chef in New Brunswick, Canada bought several cases of carp.

Endeavoring to create a new signature dish, he tried combining herbs and spices with shortening but found that the cooking time had to be exact.

So, when the chef received a phone call during the dinner hour, he had to cut it short explaining,

"I left my carp in saffron Crisco."

                     Proofreading has become a lost art:

Man Kills Self Before Shooting Wife and Daughter

This one was caught in the SGV Tribune the other day. The Editorial Room was called and asked who wrote this.  It took two or three readings before the editor realized that what he was reading was impossible!!!  They put in a correction the next day.  

Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Expert Says
      No crap, really? Ya think?
Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers 
       Now that's taking things a bit far!
Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over 
       What a guy!  
Miners Refuse to Work after Death
 No-good-for-nothing' lazy so-and-so's!
Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant 
See if that works any better than a fair trial!
War Dims Hope for Peace 
 I can see where it might have that effect!

 If Strike Isn't Settled Quickly, It May Last Awhile
   Ya think?!
Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures 
      Who would have thought!

Enfield ( London  ) Couple Slain; Police Suspect Homicide  
They may be on to something!

Red Tape Holds Up New Bridges 
      You mean there's something stronger than duct tape?

Man Struck By Lightning: Faces Battery Charge 
     He probably IS the battery charge!
New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group 
Weren't they fat enough?!
Astronaut Takes Blame for Gas in Spacecraft 
That's what he gets for eating those beans!
Kids Make Nutritious Snacks 
       Do they taste like chicken?

  Local High School Dropouts Cut in Half 
       Chainsaw Massacre all over again!

Hospitals are Sued by 7 Foot Doctors 
       Boy, are they tall!
And the winner is.... 
Typhoon Rips Through Cemetery; Hundreds Dead 
     Did I read that right?