Eagle High School - Lux Aquilae Yearbook (Eagle, CO)

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Wo the Seniors of the most illustrious (?) class of nineteen fifty, being of sound mind and presence, and realizing that our High School life is drawing rapidly to a close, do hereby make our last will and testament. After much searching and racking of brains, we have revealed our few remaining possessions, which we give and be- queath as follows: To Mr. Dufphoy, we will the joy of pulling the Seniors through the coming years. To Miss Berndt, we will the privilege of bringing another en- thusiastic Senior Class through American Lit. To Mr. Buffingten, we will a class that takes up less time in making up its mind and that can live up to his expectations. To Mr. Hunt, we will the History Room so that he won’t have to go to the shop to study in peace. To Miss Burget we will more girl athletes and fewer lounge lizzards. To the Freshies, we will the capability of running the High School another year. To the Sephmeres, we will luck in their English Lft. Class under Miss Berndt. To the Juniors, we will our Senior dignity. We hope they up- hold it forever with all seriousness and gravity, evdeavoring to realize its vast importance in spite of their natural light-minded- ness and irresponsibility. PERSONALS I, Alfred Boore, will my ability of driving a school bus to Bonny White. 1, Maxine Chambers, will my ability to speak my mind to Betty Osborne. (Take it easy, Betty—it can get you into trouble.) I, Barbara Doran, will my interest in the Senior Class of '50 to a Freshman girl of ’51. 1, Josephine Horn, will my interest in E. C. H. S. to Roxie Randall (Be careful, Ro ie«it can run into a high gas bill.) I, Margie Macdonell. will my spare moments to Thyra Price. (Put them to good use, Thyra.) I, Naomi Morris, will my quarter mile walk to school to Bruce Price. (Bet Beverly will get lonesome at noon.) I, Rita Randall, will my ability to flirt to Beverlv Byers. (Be careful or you'll scare all the boys away from School.) I, Mary Ann Reiff, will my interest in the Freshman Class to Jo Ann Buchhels. (Be careful, Jo Ann, he is easily influenced.) I, Jim Rule, will my love for the American History Class to my sister, Judy. (It's better to be seen and not heard.) I, Willard Wilson, will my athletic ability to R. D. Cantrell. (Keep basketball and football on the right courts.) So wo, the Seniors, hereby sign our names, witnessed by each •th r: m r ? , ) M'JUA (SLe-vOx

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It is the year I960 and as I stand on the deck of a big ocean liner my mind dreamily wanders back to the year 1950 when I graduated from Eagle High School. Look ! There in the waves ! Do you see it? It is a face—I believe it is that of my class-mate, Josephine Horn. She is married to her ideal now; a cowboy who can flip pancakes and fry potatoes in a frying pan. (Chuck Hight tried this; in fact, he practiced for five years trying to develop the art and then a real cowboy out- flipped him.) As I look closer, I see another image. It is a girl—no, it is a soldier. Oh, now I can 3ee it plainly. It is Mary Ann Reiff, who is attending West Point. (She always did like soldiers.) There is Willard Wilson. After his thirteenth wife, and thir- teenth trip to Reno says, quote, Women are just attracted to my good looks and feet. In the «aves further on I see a very colorful figure. Coming closer I observe that it is Rita Randall who is now the manufacturer of lipstick and rouge. These products are nationally known because they will not rub off. Free demonstrations are given by Rita her- self. It is said that Miss Randall is making a fortune at this work. The setting has changed slightly, and in the background I see the nations capitol. The Senate has just adjourned and amidst all the famous senators I see Alfred Boore. Alfred has just passed a bill requiring stop signs at the intersections of all country and private roads. In the next wave I see Margie Macdone..-, who has married the flame from her high school days. Now there are a couple of little mechanics that look like Pontiacs. Then I notice that someone has made a startling discovery. Why it's Naomi Morris, the worlds most successful scientist. They say she actually discovered a way of making silk stockings that will not run. I see Barhara Doran's face as she is singing her theme song, Because , at a New York concert theatre. Barbara is now one of the greatest sopranos of the age. Let's see, there is just one person left in the class of 1950. Oh, there she is, just alighting from a rocket ship. I always knew that Maxine liked to travel, and now she has just returned from a visit to the Green-eyed men of Mars. Now as my ship sails on, I settle back in my chair to briefly outline my duties as President of the United States. I am happy to know that all of my class-mates have successfully sailed Out Of The Harbor Into The Deep.” Jim Rule