Lost & Found Haverling High School Class Rings

angie 2001 inscribed angela marie rider

Class of '61 (Standard ring for that year.) Initials DRS

CLASS OF 1966 GOLD /BLACK ONYX INITALS BA
LOST IN PLAINFIELD INDIANA 1967
WORKING ON A GUYS CAR WITH ELECTRICAL PROBLEMS PUT IT IN MY POCKET REALIZED IT FELL OUT AFTER HE LEFT

Haverling class of '60. Gold with black onyx

Gold, blue stone. Initials B J B. Maybe lost in Hornell NY in 1973???

Lost ring from Class of 1969. Ring left in ladies room at Chicago International Airport many years ago. I don't recall if it
had my initials engraved in it or not. Slim chance anyone might have it who sees this but am giving it a try. Cristine (Leyman) Smith

EAF class of 1964.

One day about 25 years ago I was visiting Bath and stopped by Turks Antique Shoppe (or junk shop) browsing through his many treasures and came across an old (I believe 1951) Haverling Class Ring, so I purchased it, I think for $25 bucks (because I jettisoned my old class ring into the Mississippi (see Lost Ring Information). Inside the ring were the initials (DR), and I could not recall anyone with that name (that I knew); then one day it came to me that there was a guy who drove a VW Carman Gia who everyone called "Porky" (I don't know why they called him Porky, because he was skinny), and his real name was Dave, David "Porky" Reed, who used to live in that big old house on West William Street, next to the American Legion. If anyone knows where David is, I will gladly give him the ring. Fred V. Fuller (Class of 56' and 07')

While serving as a deck ape aboard the USS Kenneth M. Willett (DE-354) in 1957, which was home ported in New Orleans, La, .I inadvertently tossed my 1956 Haverling Class Ring into the Mississippi along with a bucket of soapy water that I was using to swab the fantail deck. Apparently the swab (mop for you landlubbers) was previously used to swab the deck of the metal shop; and consequently was full of metal pieces that went "klunk" into the bottom of the bucket every time I rinsed out the swab (mop). I recall hearing one particularly loud clunk during one of my swab rinsing processes just before tossing my bucket of soapy water over the side and into the fast moving, deep and muddy Mississippi River. Perhaps one day someone may catch a fish in the Gulf of Mexico that may have swallowed my ring. :) Fred V. Fuller - Tough as Nails Hard as Bricks, Haverling Class of 56' - and 2007 - (that's another story)...