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CLASS WILL (Continued)

Dwayne Paul wills his way of staying out of trouble to Bob Stuhlmiller. Careful Bob, the faculty are good trouble chasers. He wills his ball playing to anyone who has trouble hitting the basket.

Carl Rogers wills his crew cut to Harold Rhoads, his height to Mickey Hadley and his Consumer Education book to anyone who wants to buy peanuts intelligently.

Geraldine Remmers wills her seriousness to Joan Dickenson and her blond hair to Wayne Blair,

Ann Sherwood wills her dancing at Spring Hill to Claudia Bull. “Dance Me Loose.” [However, I may still show up occasionally. ]

Margaret Stuhlmiller wills her height of “five feet nothing” to Frank Nonnemacher, and also her size 4-1/2 shoes. Frank, there’ll be a change in you!

Bernard Thiemans wills his way with the girls to Duke Koberstine, his history book to Lane Dahlin, and his F. F. A. to any incoming frosh.

To the Juniors we will our U. S. History books, and we trust you will be as studious in history class as we were. We are sure you will help us make more history.

To the Sophomores we will our good behavior at all times.

To the Freshmen we would like to leave our ability to carry on good class meetings. We hope you have fond memories of us.

To the faculty we would like to leave—just plain leavel!

CLASS PROPHECY

“The Story of a Star”

Mr. Wisdom, the Senior class advisor was sitting in his chair one evening on the balcony of his mansion. As he gazed into the heavens, a star seemed to be gradually moving toward him. When the little star was close enough it told Mr. Wisdom he could have one wish. “How can you grant such a thing as that”,? asked Mr, Wisdom. “My wish would be to hear more about them.” This is what the little star related on that eventful summer evening.

Dale Dahlin is now doing research work in a large eastern Laboratory. He is trying to create a synthetic human being.

Not long ago I gazed down on an opera house in New York City. There I saw Marvel Jacobsen singing her favorite songs which she herself has composed.

Traveling westward through the skies I noted that Geraldine Remmers is now a rip roaring, gun toting cowgirl. It seems she just can’t rope one of those mean critters for a husband. Not far from Geraldine’s big ranch I found Joyce Gifford. Joyce is also very busy raising little “dogies,,.

But that is not the only ones whom I saw on cattle ranches, You can easily guess what Douglas McEachran is doing. He is training horses and riding in rodeos. Douglas is president of the “Bronc Busters Club”,

(from a yearbook held by the Reardan Schools.)