56th Edition
First issue         November, 1920


                                 August, 2011


Trojan Head designed by  
Kermit Ruyle '47

13 Months until

 Reunion 2012



August Birthdays
Page 5

Missing Alumni



WHS Club -

2011 Members

Thank you for your support

St. Louis, Mo

Dog Days
of Summer










Could John Irwin Be the Next Mickey Rooney?

by: David “Poncho” Cannady Class 51 
6434 Myrtle Avenue

David  (Poncho) Cannady '51

Jack (pygmy) Irwin '52

Maybe the real question is: Can a person begin a movie career at the age of 76? Well maybe - just maybe – after all, stranger things have happened. Before I provide more information about John’s acting ambitions, let us review a little of his history.  

John (aka Jack or Pygmy) graduated with the class of 1952. Please note the nickname “Pygmy.” One might inquire, “Why was he called “Pygmy?” Well, I guess because he was about 5 feet -5 inches tall and weighed between 165-185 lbs., thus, because of his physical stature, the nickname “Pygmy” stuck. In retrospect, his nickname should have been “fireplug” because he was truly built like a “fireplug”. He was a three-sport jock excelling at football and baseball. His contribution to the red & black basketball team was questionable but more importantly, Jack was an easy guy to like and everybody liked him.  I will use the name Jack for the rest of this article.  

After being discharged from the US Army, Jack graduated from the University La Verne with a MS in counseling psychology and a BS in business administration. His work experience includes: therapist for a psychiatric medical group and therapist and children’s social worker for Los Angeles. Jack is a certified hypnotherapist.

Jack decided to reinvent himself and enrolled in a few acting classes. He has worked as an extra for about 5 years and has appeared in several television shows. More recently he was in a national television commercial for Jennie-OTurkey’s new turkey burgers as well as a commercial for Target Department Stores. While these may not be academy award winning roles, they were good enough to earn him a one-on-one dance scene with Olympia Dukakis, best supporting actress academy award winner.  When I interviewed Jack for this article I asked the proverbial question, “Why are you doing this?”  He replied, “I needed a career change so I took some acting classes and concluded I had some acting ability. Because of my many life experiences I can play many different roles, however, I would have to think twice about playing the part of a Pygmy.” Amen to that brother!

Is all of this wishful thinking?  Perhaps it is, but let us not forget the story of Seabiscuit. Even at Jack’s age, it would not surprise me if some day we were to tune in to the academy awards and hear that Jack/John Irwin has been nominated for best supporting actor in a movie or another art form. I just don’t want to hear the MC say, “Accepting the award for ‘Pygmy’ is………. .”



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    How do you store your pictures?   Framing, scrapbooking or storing them in shoeboxes? With the advent of digital photography, there are several options for 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.)            


8th Grade Graduation picture
WHS Class of '55 taken in '51

Standing L-R: Bill Eggert, Bill Zimmerman, Tom Wilson, Orvus Harry,
Kneeling: Lloyd Shular

(Click picture to enlarge)

Lay away receipt for Three Sister in 1942


Anger is a wind that, usually, blows out the lamp of the mind.



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Low Flashlight Readership

For some unknown reason, our readership has dropped tremendously this past year. Willy Wellston posted a question on Facebook asking if anyone knew the reason why.  Most said they enjoyed reading it each month, others said they didn't know it had been reinstated again. Below is one of the replies posted:

I have spent hours enjoying the Flashlight. I initially signed up to pay the dues through Paypal but somehow it didn't get listed.  Now I track it down with using one of the search engines. I loved all the articles about the history of Wellston. Someone did an outstanding research job on the architecture of homes and buildings in Wellston. That link led me to other web sites with more of Wellston’s history.

I really enjoyed the info and pictures on the Loop, the streetcars, Forest Park Highlands and so on. Jokes are great (and so relevant to our age group). Old stories of classmates are always fun and also the health info,-all great. I sent the streetcar info and pictures on to my kids with some of my childhood stories. They had no idea I was THAT old or had ridden on streetcars. It was fun seeing the pictures and remembering who lived on a certain street, sled riding, T-Papering houses and so on.

There was also a swimming pool somewhere in Normandy on a golf course. (Haven't lived in St. Louis for nearly 50 years) The boys used to go for a summer dip late on Monday nights when it was closed after cleaning. I remember a group of girls surprising them. Larry Edlen went for a (temporary) ride with the "Boys in Blue" while the rest of us “Good Kids” hid in trees and under bushes. And we were the "good kids."

Thank you to all those who work on the Flashlight. It is always an enjoyable trip down memory lane.   Carol (Garrett) Phillips Class of 63'

(Editors Note: Payments are not accepted through Paypal - checks or cash only.)

Regarding the article mentioning the businesses on Easton and the Victory Theatre, how many remember the original name? I do--it was the Mikado Theatre. Ted Duncan class of '48

I appreciate any changes made to reflect something good happening in Wellston. We all know it will never be what it was but in the end it might turn out to be pretty good. The block I used to walk up (61xx Ridge) which was a hill and very dark, is no longer so scary--newer houses, overgrown shrubs etc. gone. My own block (63xx Ridge) looks pretty good. Maybe we'll drive over there again and see how the owner of our home is doing. He has done a few things I don't like but after all, its his home and no longer mine. Sandy Gibbons '57

Janet (Worful) Counts '67 announces she will be a first time Grandma!  She said the baby won't be tooooo spoiled~ (yeah, right!)  Congrats, Granny.

JoAnn (Williams) Croce '60 was grateful to great-grandson Henry for coming into the world a little early while she was in Chicago on the last leg of her vacation. Henry wasn't due until August 5th. His early appearance saved her a trip back to Chicago.

Henry weighed in at 8lbs 10 ozs - 21 inches long. His daddy has already given him a 'Mohawk' hairdo and turned him into a little hipster at the age of 3 days!

No matter how old a mother is, she watches her middle-aged children for signs of improvement.




AUGUST, 2011


Nominations are being accepted for officers (President, Secretary/Treasurer) and (5) trustees for Reunion 2015. If you are interested in any of these positions or if you know someone who would like to work on the next reunion, please send in their name.

The existing officers and trustees have done an excellent job producing awesome and memorable reunions in the last years but now they would like to step down and let others take over with new and different ideas.

Ballots will be sent to WHS 2011 Club members and 2006 guarantors later this year.  Election results will be announced at Reunion 2012. 

Reunion 2012 Committee Meeting

On July 14th eleven alumni, representing classes from 1945 to 1967 met to discuss the responses to the questionnaire that was mailed shortly after the 2009 reunion which asked for your comments and suggestions for improving future reunions.  Approximately 300 were mailed and 94 were returned.  

These were analyzed and segregated into three categories:  Positive (57) Mixed (33) and Negative (4).  The “mixed” and “negative” were summarized and discussed.  No firm decisions have been made at this time on the suggestions and we have no firm pricing information from the Convention Center yet.  Some of the comments fell into the category of “you can’t please everyone” as they directly opposed comments from others on the same subject.   

The committee will now turn to verifying addresses.  (To minimize invitations returned and hold down costs.) If you would like to volunteer to verify your class information, please contact Joann (Williams) Croce (’60) at 636-978-9330.  It will give you a good chance to visit with old acquaintances and perhaps renew friendships that have been lost over the years.  

Several months ago, at an earlier meeting, it was agreed that the 2012 Reunion would remain at the Convention Center due to the overwhelming favorable response, and decided to drop the Sunday picnic which was rather poorly attended and a general feeling among the committee that three days of events was sort of “overkill.”  A contract with the Convention Center has been signed and the first deposit has been paid.  The next deposit is due on September 1, 2011.    Submitted by:  Jim Shaw (’45)


Laurel Park in St. Peters
181 Driftwood lane - St. Peters, Mo
10:30 am till ??????

Please help get the word out as not everyone reads the Flashlight or belongs to FaceBook. Things will be about the same as last year. Bring a picnic lunch, drinks, chairs/blanket, make a donation and enjoy the day with your Wellston friends Oct 15th!

Last year there were alumni from the classes to '43 to '76

Laurel Park is one of the most popular destination spots in St. Peters.
The park includes two large ponds, a beautiful large gazebo for group activities, a swimming pool and walking trails for every level of energy and stamina and better parking facilities.


Let them know if you'll be ther
e: [email protected]


Wagner Electric
Retirees' Picnic

August 18th at St. Rita's Church
10:30 am to 1:30 pm
North and South Avenue @ Page Avenue
Admission Fee: $3.00 - light lunch served
For more information contact: Jerry Blankenship 314-808-4209

Seen it, done it - can't remember most of it.



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Where in the World is Doris Groh '59?
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 (living or deceased) 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


Our Wellston Trojan

Classmates Remembered List
Rest in Peace


No deaths reported this month

Condolences to:

Ruth Wilma Oburn '47 in the passing of her husband, Milton O'Neal on July 8th.

Interactive Sites on Medical Information
Whichever diseases you click-on will give you a video explanation

The tutorials listed below are interactive health education resources from the Patient Education Institute. Using animated graphics each tutorial explains a procedure or condition in easy-to-read language. You can also listen to the tutorial.

                    Click here à FOR LIST OF SPECIFIC AILMENTS

NOTE: These tutorials require a special Flash plug-in, version 6 or above... If you do not have Flash, you will be prompted to obtain a free download of the software before you start the tutorial.



Aug 1

Aug 3

Aug 5

Faye Smith '52

Donna Evans '53
James Harry '58

Virginia Stewart '54
Mary Martin '56

Aug 13


Aug 15
Fred Byington  '59
Shelia Roberts '66
Mary Powers '53

Ron Hansen '56

Eileen Powers '53
Karen Stilts '66

Aug 21  Bill Cary '47

Aug 22  Krim Wolf '43
Aug 23  Bettie Gillies '46
             Marjorie Grady '48

Aug 25  Dave Dixon '68

Aug 7

Aug 10

Aug 12

Dan Hoemann '63

Mitch Johnson '58

Carol Beeman '60
Betty Morris '60
Loy Cooper '61

Aug 16

Aug 17

Aug 19

Nova Miller '45

Norma Herman '51
Rich Mueller '60
Kathy Hughes '64

Dorma Lee Koch '44
Bobby Hydar '62

Aug 26  Elmary Haggard '68

Aug 27   Wanda Cornman '60

Aug 28  Melvin Edwards '45
             Sharon Narrell '56

  Stella Smith '51
          JoAnn Williams '60



The key to successful ageing is to pay as little attention to it as possible.



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 AUGUST, 2011


Joyce (Perkins) Sudbeck ‘53
1853 Irving Avenue

Thinking back to my days at Wellsmar, Wellston Jr., and Wellston High, I remember the classrooms being pretty orderly and the teacher being in charge. That’s not to say there wasn’t an occasional disruption from a flamboyant student craving attention.

 When these occasions arose, do you remember how the matter was handled? Right. There were “consequences” to their actions although I remember three separate occasions in which I was certain that the punishment did not befit the crime.

 I believe it prudent to withhold the names of the teachers involved. If you happened to have witnessed the incidents, you will remember “who.” If not, the identities really aren’t germane to the point I will make.

 In second grade, an incident occurred that is forever ingrained in my mind. My friend, Barbara McMorris ’53 and I, Joyce Perkins ’53, were seated, side by side, in the back of the room. The teacher instructed us to read a chapter in our textbooks. She futher cautioned that there was to be no talking allowed until we finished. She strode to the blackboard and wrote the number of the assigned chapter.

 I began reading, however, Barbara had not heard what the teacher said. Barbara was deaf in one ear. Through the window the sun glared brightly on the blackboard. From our vantage point it was impossible for Barbara to read what the teacher had written.

 Barbara probably should have raised her hand, but instead, leaned toward me and said, “What number did she say?”

 In a matter of seconds the teacher towered, menacingly, over Barbara, “I said no talking, Missy.”

 Barbara sputtered, “I…I…couldn’t hear what you said and the blackboard…” Smack! The teacher struck an open-handled blow that left a full, bright-red hand print on Barbara’s cheek.

 She drug her up to the front of the room, chastising her all the way. “Maybe you will be able to see and hear better if you sit up here.” She slammed Barbara down in the chair next to her desk.

 Another time, in fourth grade, punishment was doled out in a harsh and inhumane way. Gene Rolfes ’53, was a happy-go-lucky kid who often caused the class to burst into uproarious laughter. He never did anything bad. He was just a typical class clown who entertained everyone, unfortunately, the teacher was striving to keep the class in control and focused on their lessons.

 In some way, Gene must have greatly angered the teacher. She jerked him up by the arm and herded him into the cloakroom. The cloakroom had a row of black coat hooks, mounted on wooden boards, on three walls.

 In the classroom we heard the teacher’s voice rise to a high pitch, scuffling noises, a thump, and then silence. When Gene and the teacher returned to the room, Gene had a huge red welt on the bone just above his temple. Tears were in his eyes but he wasn’t crying. He sat back down and class resumed.

 My brother, Robert Perkins ‘53, was a sophomore when there was another case of unreasonable punishment. Again, I don’t know what he did to upset his teacher. I only know when he came in from school, he had a black and blue knot on the side of his forehead.

Dad questioned my brother about how he got the knot. Bob didn’t want to tell dad and I’m not sure why. He might have felt he deserved punishment, or maybe he was fearful dad would be upset at him for being disobedient. None-the-less, dad finally pried the truth from him.

 The teacher had doubled up his fist and socked Bob in the forehead. I will say this, our dad was red-faced furious. He had a fiery temper when riled and this situation was one of those times. 

He and mother went to school and confronted the teacher. Dad’s size was quite formidable (tall and large). The teacher was obviously intimidated and listened carefully as dad issued a threat as to what would happen if this situation ever was repeated. The teacher offered abject apologies. Dad was not questioning the fact that my brother may have needed a reprimand. It was the cruel and unusual punishment that the teacher inflicted that was the issue.

 Now, to the point of my story.

 As I’m sure you have found by observing the behavior of youngsters today, there are no consequences to any of their actions. “Time out” is very vogue, along with “reinforcing positive behavior.” These might work in theory, but from the results I have seen and from listening to my teacher friends, the absence of discipline in the home and within the school systems have made teaching a major challenge. More times than not, the classroom is in total chaos and capturing the attention of the students is next to impossible.

 I’ll have to admit, something firmer than “time out,” like a few swats on my backside taught me that rules must be obeyed. If they weren't, consequences were sure to follow. Furthermore, I never had to be punished for the same infraction twice. The lesson was learned the first time. This is in sharp contrast to the steady drone of, “Do you want me to give you ‘time out’?” as the child continues their bad behavior with a total disregard.

 I have never believed that socking a child in the head or slapping them in the face was/is ever acceptable or a reasonable punishment, but a swat on the backside once in a while never hurt anyone.

 I don’t ever remember feeling abused as a child. I always regarded both of my parents as kind and loving. I don’t believe I would have grown to be nearly as self-disciplined, or compliant to the laws of our society, had I never been taught to respect authority and follow the rules.

 My theory is that the secret to equitable discipline lies “somewhere in between” smacking a child around a cloak room and “time out.” I also believe if the adults were still in charge, massacres like Littleton, Colorado wouldn’t happen. The daily news reports of knives and guns at school, and the killings that result, wouldn’t happen.

 These things would have been unthinkable in our day when the biggest threat to any student was a “paper wad.”

 In conclusion, I will concede that this is only one opinion. Mine. What your opinion?

Nostalgia - the file that smoothes the rough edges from the good old days.



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by: Roger Noon '62 | FLASHLIGHT REPORTER
(6418 Mount Avenue)

     There is a time when a young man’s fancy turns to thoughts of …CARS! Back in the day it was an ultimate symbol of freedom and status. It was also great for dates. The idea of driving a car to school, driving friends home and just motoring around to “impress” or “express” was a dream come true.

Of course it helped that gas was less than a quarter a gallon, insurance was under your parents' policy and the cars could be fixed under a shade tree with some knowledge of how things worked. It’s quite unlike today when it seems that taking the car in for repairs is like visiting a doctor’s office; you never know what they will find and how much it’s going to cost!

The 1950 cream colored stick-shift Chevy was the second car I had purchased with money I received from working at Pratzel’s Bakery in University City. I can’t exactly remember the cost-maybe $150. The first one had been a ’52 automatic that fell apart just after I bought it! It was a beauty, but it just didn’t run for long.  This one, a bit on the ugly side, yet serviceable, had just what I needed - durability!

So, off I went to show it to all at school. Date anyone?

There were a couple of items about the car that were somewhat problematic. The passenger side front door was stuck, so you had to get in from the driver’s side. That also meant a potential date might have to leave by the window if she were agile enough! The other feature had to do with the driver’s door - it was loose. It seemed that every time I took on a right handed curve, my driver’s-side door flew open.  That made for some exciting driving just hanging on! I tried to fix it but the door remained resistant to my attempts. 

There was one additional issue. Sometimes the gear got stuck! There you were out driving and all of a sudden you can’t shift into another gear. Usually I just kept driving in whatever gear I was in until it was safe to pull off to the side. Then I got my trusty hammer, opened the hood and banged on the shift until it was unstuck.  Try doing that to today’s cars!

You remember the age when you want to drive anywhere and everywhere because you have a car? That was me! I was so proud of that ugly vehicle. Now, after hundreds of thousands of miles later, the excitement has died down considerably!  I bought it with my own money and have been doing it ever since!

As I remember, the car lasted into my college years and was last seen in New York in the late 60’s where I spent two summers on the lower east side of Manhattan. There it gave up the ghost and was quietly escorted to a junkyard to serve as a parts item for others.  Really do miss that old car! Must be a “guy” thing. Roger Noon ‘62

Wellston High School Flashlight shining a light on our traditions,
our history and our future


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Bill Voos (’48)
Sandy (Gibbons) LaRouche ’57
JoAnn (Williams) Croce ’60
Bea McBride '66

Mary Kay (Parker) Morse '56

Jim Shaw '45

Joe Hunter '54
Gloria (Schwenk) Turner '59
Larry Turner '60
JoAnn (Williams) Croce '60
Phyllis (Crouch) Russom '62

Buzz Book
Pat (Miner) Slatton '62

ClassMates Remembered
Carol (Beeman) Hathaway '60

WHS Alumni Club
P.O. Box 774
O'Fallon, MO 63366

Phone  636-696-4693
(Office closed until April 1st)


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A group of 15-year old guys discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they should meet at the Dairy Queen next to the Ocean View Restaurant because they only had $6.00 between them and Jannie Johnson, that cute girl in Social Studies, lives on that street and they might see her and they can ride their bikes there.

Ten years later, the group of 25-year-old guys discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they should meet at the Ocean View Restaurant because the beer was cheap, they had free snacks, the band was good, there was no cover charge and there were lots of cute girls.

Ten years later, at 35 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they should meet at the Ocean View Restaurant because the booze was good, it was right near the gym and if they went late enough, there wouldn't be too many whiny little kids.

Ten years later, at 45 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they should meet at the Ocean View Restaurant because the martinis were big and the waitresses had nice boobs and wore tight pants.

Ten years later, at 55 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they should meet at the Ocean View Restaurant because the prices were reasonable, the wine list was good and fish is good for your cholesterol.

Ten years later, at 65 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they should meet at the Ocean View Restaurant because the lighting was good and they have an early bird special.

Ten years later, at 75 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they should meet at the Ocean View Restaurant because the food was not too spicy, and the restaurant was handicapped accessible.

Ten years later, at 85 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they should meet at the Ocean View Restaurant because they had never been there before.


                          Life is all about butts;

You are either covering it,
Laughing it off,
Kicking it
Kissing it,
Busting it,
Trying to get a piece of it,
Behaving like one,
or you live with one!



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