57th Edition
First issue         November, 1920


                                 SEPT/OCT, 2011


Trojan Head designed by  
Kermit Ruyle '47

12 Months until

 Reunion 2012



Sept Birthdays
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'64 Judy Jones

2012 WHS Club - Membership Drive

Club Application

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Dangers of sunbathing










Trading Stamps

by: Dr. Linda Tate 
Daughter of Bonnie Landsbury '56

A popular way to save toward something special was to collect Eagle Stamps and Green Stamps. Retailers – such as grocery stores and department stores – would give these stamps out at the checkout counter, basing the number of stamps given on the size of the customer’s purchase. Gas stations were also a popular place to get stamps.

Customers would paste the stamps into trading books. If you collected just the right amount of books, you could trade the stamps in for the item of your choice. “Remembering Trading Stamps” focuses on the phenomenon in Chattanooga – but the piece will make you remember trading stamps in St. Louis.

S&H Green Stamps were a nationally distributed trading stamp in existence from the 1930s until the 1980s. Green Stamps were so popular that during the 1960s “the rewards catalog printed by the company was the largest publication in the United States and the company issued three times as many stamps as the U.S. Postal Service!

Some U.S. cities – including St. Louis – also had Eagle Stamps. Eagle Stamps could be used to purchase merchandise at any store which gave them. They began in Cleveland, Ohio and were the "invention" of The May Department Stores Company of which Famous-Barr, Downtown, St. Louis, was the flagship store.

For each ten cents spent, a single Eagle Stamp was given--for a dollar spent-ten stamps. Larger denomination stamps were given to eliminate pasting all those stamps and I think each page held $5 worth of stamps. Many Wellston stores gave Eagle Stamps. Filling stations gave S & H Green Stamps. S & H was the stamp used to redeem items from a book.

There are a number of great pieces about Eagle Stamps – full of wonderful memories and stories about the beloved trading stamp. The St. Louis Explorer blog investigated the Eagle Stamp craze in St. Louis – and the blog post is followed by great reader comments, including one which recounts the story of redeeming stamps at the Eagle Stamp store in North County’s Grandview Plaza – precisely where my mom would take us when it was time to trade in our books. The comments section on this page also features a 2003 article from the Webster-Kirkwood Times: it tells the story of one family’s Christmas experience with Eagle Stamps. Definitely worth reading!



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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.)            

The Teen-tones play the Moose Lodge in Hillsdale

This picture was taken at the (Hillsdale) Moose Lodge in 1966 when Gary Walker and I started a band called the Teen-tones. The far left on guitar, Bruce Smith, brother of the late Pat Smith '59. The shy little guy next to Bruce was me (Don Besancenez '69), then John Higgins on guitar, Kevin McCue on sax and Gary Walker on drums. The older people were charity representatives.

We played R&B and the 50s. Music from Chicago to Otis Redding. This event was a fund raiser for handicapped children. We played the Moose Lodge every weekend. When we weren't booked there we'd play at house and/or swim parties. We still get together once a year with some of these guys and other school friends and play the old songs. They don't make friends like that anymore. I will always miss those days! Donny Besancenez '69


              Multi-use box from yesteryears! 

Found on E-bay, a box from Class Drug Store which was located at 6401 Easton Avenue filled with old buttons! The prescription was written 12/25/44 by Dr. Bracy.


In November 2010, The vessel's future looked very bleak when  the entire S.S. Admiral was offered in an eBay auction, with a suggested price of $1.5 million. Unable to find another buyer to operate the vessel, St. Louis Marine held an auction on November 21st to sell off all the interior fixtures, fittings and contents. Scrappers began working on removing interior machinery and systems after that, causing a small fire on January 21st while using a torch to cut through a grease-coated exhaust duct in the kitchen.

With the interior fittings sold off or removed for scrap, destruction of the Admiral's exterior began in March 2011. The pilothouse and upper mechanical housings were removed to ensure that the vessel would clear the bridges on its final journey.   S.S. Admiral RIP    (Click picture to enlarge)


Life is not a "me" thing---but a "we" thing.



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SEPT/OCT, 2011

The Thief, Parrot, and Jesus

By Larry L. Bollinger
1561 Ogden Ave

Copper thieves broke into my St. Louis residence and really made a mess of things. I had both copper water and gas lines. The thieves couldn't find the water shutoff valve and in addition got into the gas lines as well. The police and gas company had to evacuate the area etc. I did have insurance and I think everything will work out but what a mess to deal with. Anyhow, in my venting process I sat down and wrote an article entitled "The Thief, Parrot, and Jesus (see attached). If you desire, you may publish it in the Flashlight.

Best I can recall, the story goes something like this: a burglar (professional name for a thief) is in a bedroom stealing jewelry. He thinks he hears a noise and it sounds somewhat like this, “Jesus is going to get you.” He gathers his composure and rationalizes that his mind is playing games and nothing is wrong. He continues with the business at hand, and he hears a louder voice from the corner of the room, “Jesus is going to get you.” Something is going on here.  He turns around slowly with his flashlight and spots a parrot sitting on his perch. He is somewhat relieved, gains his composure, and continues with his nightly chores. The burglar hears another sound from the corner of the room; he turns around with his flashlight in the direction of the parrot which is still sitting on his perch. Then he lowers his flashlight towards the floor and sees the snarling white teeth of a big Rottweiler dog. Without much further delay, the next thing he hears is the parrot say, “Sic him, Jesus.”

 There are several things that aggravate me in today’s world. One of them is a thief! It seems to me that to invade someone’s property, home, etc. and take possessions that do not belong to you is about as low life as one can get. Recently I had heard about a number of incidents of thieves doing their thing, probably laughing about what they got away with. I have heard of incidents where churches have also fallen victim to these thieves. Apparently, nothing is off limits! I pray that these thieves will realize that such behavior does have consequences. A heart and attitude adjustment is certainly in order. There is another Jesus and another two robbers mentioned in the Bible. If you are a thief, please take time to read the account of these two thieves. You will find it in Luke 23:38-43. You, as they, have a choice. One thief is in paradise with Jesus, the other is not.

Finding old friends and alumni

I noticed, James Graeser ’55, an old friend and Wellston childhood neighbor of mine was not listed in the Wellston High School Senior Alumni List on the internet. I checked the Classmates Remembered list only to discover Jim passed away in 1997. I am very sorry for the loss of my old friend. Jim was an exceptionally good person! Thanks for your help.  Alan Taylor ‘56

My time in WHS was the 50s. I remember when principal, Donald Neibeck at lunch time put chains on the doors so we couldn’t sneak over to Bennett’s grill for lunch. Bennett’s was under the new Lindy Ballroom next to the barber shop. Later my father and Red Henson’s dad had the fire department remove the chains because they considered it a safety hazard in case of a fire. Larry Wright ‘57 1116 Delaware

The longer truth is avoided---the more difficult it becomes to act in accordance with it.




SEPT/OCT, 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. They are turning in their resignations effective after the Reunion 2012 but will give help to the new group (if needed). 

If you would like to volunteer or maybe you know someone who would make a good officer or trustee, send us an email.  Don't let our organization die.  We have worked hard to reunite our alumni. There is a database with all pertinent information such as names, addresses, phone  numbers, email addresses, etc. We hope all of the efforts from the past years will not be lost. 

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


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, and walking trails for every level of energy and stamina and better parking facilities.

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

Would you like to submit a monthly article to the Flashlight? Due to the lack of staff in producing the Flashlight, starting with September, the Flashlight will be published every two months.

Many of you know our monthly Flashlight has been produced and published the past 5 years (with the help of Bob Haefner '49) by one person. Due to travel and health reasons she is looking for help in the future editions.

Alumni Club membership has fallen as well as readership. In the past we had gotten over 700 hits a month. Now we get less than 300 hits a month.  People are losing interest in reading it. We need to do something to spice it up and bring these people back again.

Let us know what YOU would like to see in the Flashlight. Give us some ideas on what would be interesting to you. Would you write an article or maybe share a story to appear in the Flashlight?

Email suggestions to:

[email protected]


The probability of failure should never keep us from attempting that which should be done.



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Our Wellston Trojan

Classmates Remembered List
Rest in Peace


Charles Much '45
September, 2011

Charles Much '45 was a United States Army veteran.
He worked as a foreman for Union Electric. In retirement he always kept busy, and enjoyed fishing and hunting.

Carl Dittmer '53
Approx 3 yrs ago


Norma Nixon '56
September 3, 2011

Norma (Nixon) Moranville '56 lost her fight with leukemia on September 3, 2011 after a seventeen month battle.

Norma retired from the Rockwood School District where she taught junior high physical education and English before becoming a councilor for her last seventeen years.   The Nixons lived on Wagner Ave.

Manuel Training




student, teacher, coach, principal, superintendent, friend and mentor passed away 12/1/1977. To view his obituary notice, please click here:

Condolences to:

Pat Martin '60
in the loss of her son, Lance on 8/14/11.
Mary Martin '56 in the loss of her nephew Lance Wilson on 8/14/11
Mary Ann '60 and Mike '61 Crecelius in the loss of their mother, Jeanette on 9/10/11
Paul Cointin '58 in the loss of his mother-in-law, Jeanette Crecelius on 9/10/11

The expressions of comfort and caring following the loss of our son, Lance, has been overwhelming. No words are adequate to explain the feelings of love and gratitude in my heart. In whatever way you expressed your support, thank you and God bless you and yours always.  Pat (Martin) Wilson '60  6151 Wagner Ave


Sept 1


Lorna Kammeier '47
Ron Silver '58
Virginia Wallace '61
John Sullivan '67

Sept 11


Lloyd Anderson '53
Janet Ruff '61
David Esche '62

Sept 23

Nancy Forshee '65
Sally Beebe '65
Trudy Sowell '66
Judy Williams '70

Sept 2

Sept 3

Janice Clark '61
Karin Carter '65

Kenneth Ragsdell '60

Sept 12


Bob Brooks '49
Jim Bowles '49
Dianna Ijames '65

Sept 24

Sept 25

Sue Ann Dreyer '53

Mary Kay Parker '56
Jenny Johnson '61
Loretta Southard '68

Sept 5

Sept 6

Jack Brockman '46
Carl Angelly '62
Ken Hughes '63

Joyce McIntosh '59

Sept 15


Sept 19

Arlene Oellermann '54
Wayne Scott '64
Linda Pruski '65

Sharon Zeltmann '65

Gary Huffstutter '62

Sept 26

Sept 27

Betty Lloyd '45
Gene Teirnan '46

Ken Johnson '46
Rosemary Dachroede
Geneva Easton '62

Sept 7

Sept 10
Les Schwenk '60
Wayne Rogers '62

Dorothy Dodd '65

Sept 20

Sept 21

Sept 22
Darline Tucker '42

Donald Connor '52
Peggy Taylor '57

Sylvia Waldrum '56

Sept 29

Sept 30
Bert Miller '59
Patricia Martin '60

Donald Hammond '47


Oct 1

Oct 2

Donna Dodd '55

Bill Gamache '50
Terry Bonney '57

Oct 12

Barbara Cain '62
John Patredis '66
Oct 24 R.J. Dungan '36
Betty Smith '47
Mary Treadway '65

Oct 4


Thomas Paull '42
Gloria Brown '63

Oct 13 James Cole '47
Cliff Greeves '54
Oct 25

Oct 26

Bill Brink '50
Marie Smith '60

Denny Woolfe
Oct 5

Oct 6
Carlyle Hansen '52

Billie Smith '47
Oct 15

Oct 16
Joe Cortopassi '43
Jackie Grooms '53

Lorraine Smith '57
Oct 27 Wanda Wiest '46
Vince Baum '53
Ray Woodworth '53
Tom April '58
Oct 7 Bill Eggert '55
Audrey Pilkenton '65
Woody Florence '65
Oct 19

Oct 20

Jesse Eads '38

Barbara Gamma '59
Roger Noon '62
Sharon Downes '63

Oct 28 Dee Hennesy '38
Marge Shamel '41
Carolyn Smith '44
Dorman Baird '54

Oct 9

Bill Schuette '54
Al Walker '56
Mary Ann Mott '66

Oct 21

Oct 22
Walt Wilson '49
Mike Smith '61

Barbara Sittner '51
Oct 31 Art Morris '47
Jim Siress '52
Oct 10

Oct 11


Caroline Tapy '60

Ruth Hayes '44
Jeranda Stilts '63

Oct 23

Mary June Stewart '58




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 Sept/Oct, 2011

Joyce (Perkins) Sudbeck ‘53
1853 Irving Avenue

While browsing through the July Birthday List, in July’s Flashlight, I happened across one name that set my mental wheels turning - Dave (Poncho) Canady ’52. Ah yes, what an extremely handsome young man he was. He made all the girls' hearts beat a little faster when he smiled at them, including mine.

I began musing back to my first year at Wellston High. If you will look under the 1950 school year, November 1949 Flashlight, you will find a picture of Mary Jane Purl ’53 and me, Joyce Perkins ’53.

Good grief! Did I really look like that? That would likely be a “yes.” They tell me cameras don’t lie.

 As you can see, in my Freshman year I was certainly not one that would make any boy’s heart skip a beat. I probably wasn’t too interesting either.

 My brother, Bob Perkins ‘50 got all the good looks - three and a half years before I was born. He had the winning smile (white, straight teeth), soft blue eyes, and very dark hair. On top of that, he had a genuineness and a great personality.

 Me well, if you look at the Flashlight picture you saw a thin, very plain girl, with the huge mane of curly hair. Unfortunately I was the youngest girl in the whole Freshman class which meant I still had a lot of physical as well as social growing up to do before I could catch up to the older girls. There were certainly a lot of pretty girls in Wellston High. Maturity takes time and I certainly wasn’t there yet.

 The one thing I did have going for me, that occasionally sparked some interest from the opposite sex, was my academic ability. I had no problem there.

 That was where Poncho came in. If I remember correctly, we were in Algebra at the same time. He was a regular at wanting to look at my homework. When we had a test he would ask if I could keep my arm off my paper and keep the paper close to the edge of desk. Of course, I didn’t mind. He was so good-looking I appreciated his attention regardless of what prompted it.

 There were several boys I remember quite well.

 Three stand out in my mind as the epitome of gentlemen. They had good manners, intelligence, good looks, and great personalities. I am referring to Bill Brown ’53, Norman Bauer ‘53 and Carl Detmer ’53. They were classic “All-American Boys.” They didn’t use profanity, weren’t disruptive in class, were respectful to our teachers - the whole nine yards. At the same time they were accomplished self-confident young men.

 Two more I admired as being extremely intelligent and capable. Kenneth (Deanie) Guinther ’53 and Sam Dicks’53. They were my nemeses in competing for the top grade in Lance Williams general science class. We always waited eagerly for the tests to be graded as the three of us all fought vigorously for that top “A”. Sometimes I won, sometimes I didn’t, but I definitely held my own with those two.

 In grade school, I remember being fascinated by Deanie Guinther’s and Carl Detmer’s penmanship. I recall that they were left-handed and I loved watching them writing upside down and producing such beautiful cursive.

 Sam Dicks and I were always appointed captains of the spelling teams by our English teacher for the weekly spelling bees. We carefully chose ours teams and battled to the bitter end. Sam was a worthy opponent. Wow, he could really spell.

 There were upper classmen I admired. Truthfully, I could never have received a passing glance from any of them had I painted myself blue or set myself on fire. It just didn’t happen.

 One time though I had a wonderful surprise. I cannot remember why I was selected to be in that particular court of honor. I just remember being in it. Guess who was assigned to be my escort for the entry procession? It was Norm Siebern ’51. Of course, being my escort had nothing to do with anything. We were the two tallest students in the group of honorees so we were paired to walk together for that reason. I felt like a princess walking on the arm of Norm Siebern. He was so tall and handsome and such a nice young man.

 I never became an “item” with any of the boys at Wellston High. I always dated boys from other schools.

 In 1952, my junior year, that all changed. Mom and dad moved from Wellston to the Normandy School District. I transferred at the second semester of my junior year. I was devastated at having to leave all the friends with whom I had gone through Wellsmar, Wellston Jr. High, and Wellston High.

 The first semester I spent at Normandy was lackluster but over the summer of my junior year, a metamorphosis took place. The “Ugly Duckling” took on “Swan” characteristics. I had a growth spurt that completely changed my physical appearance. I rounded in all the right places and gained new self-confidence. I was a real “teenager” at last. Boys began noticing me and I became much more popular in my senior year.

 I was nominated for St. Patrick’s queen during my senior year at Normandy. I would never have imagined, in a million years, that I would be voted for as any kind of Queen. I was very honored and very flattered. It was a dream come true for me.

 There is even more to the happy ending to my story.

 After dating several different boys the last year and a half of high school, I met a young man who was already out of school. He had been drafted into the U.S. Army. I am happy to say he found me so irresistible that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me - and he has. Harold (Buzz) Sudbeck and I have been happily married fifty-six and one-half years and I’d be the first to say, I am one lucky lady.

 Not being one of the gorgeous girls or the most popular really didn’t matter in the large scheme of things. I was contented with just the friendships of both the boys and the girls at Wellston. There were a lot of terrific people there. Although some are more memorable than others, I have fond memories of many faces and many good times I shared with them at Wellston High School.

 I am grateful for the gift of all those good memories. My thanks to all of you who participated in making it real for me.  

Be neither enamored by your success---nor defeated by your failures.



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Fantasy and Reality at the Wellston/Victory Theatres

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

    What a “classy place” the Wellston Theatre was and mentioned by others. It must have been in those Junior High years, but I remember a “mysterious” girl that always seemed to be at the matinees when I attended.  Dark hair, olive complexion, dark eyes, always wore short shorts, long legs and pretty as anything. I don’t remember any makeup on her either. She didn’t attend any Wellston schools I knew of.

          I really wanted to meet her, but was very shy and embarrassed somewhat by those dratted “zits”.  She had them too, but only a couple. It didn’t seem to make any difference to me anyway. She just looked great! So I tried walking close to her or trying to impress her with my “cool” look (ala James Dean).  Maybe I was hoping she would come to me and say- “How are you, can we have a date?” to break the ice. I thought, if she really liked me she would, since she could see I wanted to, but just couldn’t bring myself to say it.  As you might know, nothing like that happened at all, so I was an admirer from afar. After a while I saw her with a guy. My heart and ego sank.

          Eventually the thought of her faded from my mind. I Just didn’t see anything of her anymore but everyone once in a while, I wonder….  Perhaps something like that happened to you whether you were male or female.  Might it be called “lost love” or something of the sort?

          When “Rodan the Flying Monster” was playing at the Victory Theatre (1956), I was on a “date”.  This was the kind of date where her parents dropped her off either at my house or at the theatre and my parents dropped me (or us) off at the theatre. She would call her parents when it was over by ringing the phone three times at her house, then hanging up, thus saving the cost of a call. Her parents would know to pick her up.  I paid for the admission and snacks. She was a girl I knew from church. She didn’t go to Wellston, but rather Normandy if I remember correctly. She was cute and I was nervous!

          Anyway, we get to the part where the monster makes his appearance. My date has the popcorn in hand. When Rodan is finally viewed via that high pitched scream, she gets scared, grabs my arm (which I didn’t mind at all), but also flipped the popcorn in the air. We had less than about a fifth of it left in the box when it was picked up. We were in the first seats of the upper balcony. I don’t know if any fell to the bottom level. I was too embarrassed to look or even want to listen to what might be going on that lower level. But I assured her all was OK. Rodan wouldn’t get her or me, even though it seemed he could have just jumped out at us from the screen at the time. I was kind of scared too and gallantly placed my arm around her for comfort. Glad I didn’t have the popcorn!

          Don’t remember if I had another date with her.  I did see her at church from time to time. It was more a case of drifting apart because of different schools.  We were all very young then weren’t we?                                      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


[email protected]


Email address are available online:

Reconnect to your class friends and neighborhood playmates.
If you would like to be listed send us a note!



The economy is so bad:

CEO's are now playing miniature golf.
Hot wheels and Matchbox cars are now trading higher than GM cars.
McDonald's introduced the 1/4-ouncer.
Democratic Senators are soliciting donations from the NRA
People in Beverly Hills are firing their nannies and learning their children's names.
Jury duty is now considered a high paying job.
The Mafia is laying off judges.
The Teamsters are having to launder their money at Duds and Suds
The bank returns your check marked "insufficient funds"...and you’re not sure if they meant you or them.


In My Hand I Hold A Ball,
White And Dimpled, Rather Small.
Oh, How Bland It Does Appear,
This Harmless Looking Little Sphere.

By Its Size I Could Not Guess,
The Awesome Strength It Does Possess.
But Since I Fell Beneath Its Spell,
I've Wandered Through The Fires Of Hell.

My Life Has Not Been Quite The Same,
Since I Chose To Play This Stupid Game.
It Rules My Mind For Hours On End,
A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend.

It Has Made Me Yell, Curse And Cry,
I Hate Myself And Want To Die.
It Promises A Thing Called Par,
If I Can Hit It Straight And Far.

To Master Such A Tiny Ball,
Should Not Be Very Hard At All.
But My Desires The Ball Refuses,
And Does Exactly As It Chooses.

It Hooks And Slices, Dribbles And Dies,
And Even Disappears Before My Eyes.
Often It Will Have A Whim,
To Hit A Tree Or Take A Swim.

With Miles Of Grass On Which To Land,
It Finds A Tiny Patch Of Sand.
Then Has Me Offering Up My Soul,
If Only It Would Find The Hole.

It's Made Me Whimper Like A Pup,
And Swear That I Will Give It Up.
And Take To Drink To Ease My Sorrow,
But The Ball Knows ... I'll Be Back Tomorrow.

Send in Your Story! Let us know where you’ve been and what you’ve done with your life.  Everyone loves a good story – what better reading then about someone you know!! 

10/09/2011 10:35:58 PM