East Lansing High School - Ceniad Yearbook (East Lansing, MI)

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Eb: Czniah I, Arnold Jerome, leave Miss Elliott in a, good humor. I, Jere Kimball, gladly transfer my handsome appearance to Joe Lynch. I, Paul Kirker, solemnly leave Jasper to any one who is man enough. I, Stanley Krentel, graciously leave my ability to skip study halls regularly to Ray Smith. I, Carol Krueger, sadly leave my pull with Miss Elliott to Max Nelson. I, Alice Lee, regretfully leave my love for Socrates to Jean Widick. fSee Ward.J I, Martha Lee, take a last look at my scholastic record before leaving it to Art Boettcher. I, Jeannette Loree, do leave my ability to chatter in library without being reprimanded to Jean Tansey. I, Mary Jane Lough, do leave my radiating personality to Greta Garbo. I, Eva McAlvay, leave my airplane hair to Wayne Lee. I, Barbara McWilliams, leave my Mt. Clemens love affairs, as examples, to Louise Jarred. fNot that she needs them.J I, Kay Melching, leave my stage cat to Kate Baldwin. I, Leola Morris, gladly leave my lack of heighth to Emma Jean LeRoy. I, Elisabeth Munter, leave my boisterousness to Jane Musselman. I, Louis Nash, willingly leave my book on I-Iow to Have Eight Dates for Sixty-eight Cents to Gordon Publow. I, Betty Neitz, leave my uducky walk to Mr. Cleminson. I, Jack Patriarche, leave my Charlie Chaplin feet to Lynn Penfield. I, Myrtle Patton, leave my art of drppping handkerchiefs at the most opportune moment to Dorothy I-lolmberg. I, Lanette Pennifill, leave my eyelash mascara to Bob Baldwin for his would-be mustache. I, Graham Philp, leave my ability as a hockey player to Henry Dirks. I, Robert Refior, leave my gunboats to the Navy. I, Gerald Robey, bequeath my wagon wheel stride to Doris Lange. I, Flossie Ruhl, leave my retiring personality to Pat Sanford. I, Elwyn Scruby, leave my hot banjo tunes to Dika Jane Newlin. I, Alma Somers, do bequeath my golden locks to Mary Halligan. I, Bill Somers, leave my physique to Ben Morgan. I, Barbara Struble, do bequeath my ability to do interpretative dancing to Jessie Patton. I, Marjorie Suesz, leave my fine sense of sportmanship to anybody who would profit by it. I, Theoda Sutherland, leave my weak voice to the Scales Qthey can fight over it.J I, Gerald Thatcher, leave my position on the golf team to Francis Lynde. I, Margaret Tucker, leave my avoirdupois to Dana Mae Barton. I, Wilbur Walton, leave my piano moving :ability to Roy Mallman. I, Farrand Ward, leave my gum at home. fBy special request of Miss Stophlet.J I, Dean Webert, leave my pink tooth brush to Parker Gray. I, Roger Woodcock, leave my ability as a coronet player to Gerald Winter. fWe don't know who needs it the moreij I. Clara Younger, leave my ability to write Econ. reports to Art Boettcher. I, Willard White, leave my can of Ovaltine which makes me such a good basketball player to Warren Tansey. I, Bronson Glines, leave my slick pompadour to John Murphy. In this year of the N.R.A., C.W.A., P.W.A., A.A.A., C.C.C., nineteen hundred and thirty-four, in witness thereof we hereunto subscribe our names and seal. THE SENIOR CLASS. Witnesses: The Staff, The Adviser. Page T wenty-one

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Ciba Qtmiah Ez last wills ant: Qtzstammtz We, the class of 1934, being of unsound minds and wobbly feet fwe thinkj do pen this ulaste wille and testamentef' VVe, the bright and enlightened Seniors, do bequeath , ftp To the enlighten them as fab To the fgj To the QQ To the C53 T0 any Eighth Grade, a four-year subscription to Child Life in hopes it will to the vast meaning of this big world. Freshmen, more and bigger keyholes so they get more and better dirt. Sophomores, the ability to discover things for themselves. Juniors, our superiority-may they profit by it. class-the challenge to surpass the class of 1934. in scholarship and athletics. I, Catherine Adams, do hereby bequeath unto Deloris Rice my Mae West curves. I, Margaret Atkin, do willingly leave my sweet smile to any one else who can get away with it. I, Juanita Ayres, do gladly relinquish my job of making posters for the games to anybody willing to do it. I, Robert Bailey, do hesitatingly leave my professional assurance to Louis Ingersoll. I, Dale Barrett, do leave my broken test tubes to Mary Todd Belknap. I, Verdon Barry, do unwillingly leave my villainous ways to Minchin Trevegno. I, Dennis Barton, wouldn't part with my aristocratic southern drawl for anybody not even Miss Elliott. I, Virginia Bates, do leave for Byrnes Drug Store. And why? I, Beulah Binding, do bequeath ,my natural permanent to Murphy Cutler. I, William Bradford, do give my mustache and pipe to John Hibbard. I, Barbara Lu Brattin, do bequeath my long flowing tresses to little Anne Niven. I, John Burton, leave hastily for the Kit Kat Klub. I, Sheldon Crossman, do bequeath my ability to evade dancing at school parties to Junior Childs. I, Arthur Egan, regretfully relinquish my runabout to Al VVhite. I, Jeanette Eichinger, hopelessly leave my violin to Bill Stack. QA future Rubinoff?J We, Elva Lea Foltz, Dorothy Harker, and Josephine Miller, the three laughing sisters, do sadly leave our giggles to the Carter twins. T, I, I, I, 1, I, It Tom Sanford. Josephine Gardner, do sadly transfer my colossal vocabulary to Louise Jarred. John Garlentgubegrudgingly leave Ruth to the underclassmen. V Moira Gibson, do leave my popularity to Kathryn Hallman. Dick Grantham, willingly leave my bashful ways to Don Anderson. Burdetta Greene, gladly leave my Latin translations to Ernie Bremer. Nita Handy, condescendingly leave my prompter's chair to Marie Salzer. Ross Handy, deliberately leave my annoying habit of forgetting important things to I, James Hays, transfer my ability to conduct longer, funnier, and louder assembly programs to Brice Farwell. I, Robert Hicks, leave my rural bus service between Harrison Road and the school to my young brother. I, Arthur Jenkins, willingly leave as soon as possible for Saginaw. Page Twenty

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The Gllleniab 92 Brnpberie nf ye bzniur Qlilassz fwhich same is forsooth quite puny and contrarie, but peculiarlie in accorde with ye facts as witnessed by Misse Stophlette and ye editorj to wit: Gadzooks and longbowsl Wille we never wende our wearie way forth from this foul forest? So wondered Misse Stophlette and ye editor as they wandered about among ye talle trees in ye midst of ye deep forest five hundred years ago. But stayl What is this? A youth approaches them with manly stride and smiling visage. He appears strangely familiar to ye lonlie wanderers, but it is not until he opens his mouth that they recognize him. Good morrow, Farrandln speaks up Misse Stophlette. I pray you, what art thou doing in this wide forest?', By my beard,', answers Mr. Ward, for forsooth it was he, I am Ye King's Head Huntsman. I am Ye Keeper of Ye Deare and at present am searching for younge game. Canst I do anything to help you? Truly thou canst, speaks up ye eager editor. How mayst we reache ye King's Castle? Follow me, replies Brother Ward, and I wille leade ye theref' He sets off through ye forest followed by Misse Stophlette and ye editor. In a short time ye Wanderers are led up to ye gate of ye beautiful castle, and ye keeper hurries back to search for his youngc game-a very pleasant task, methinks. Ye Gate Attendant, Barbara Struble, is so busie drawing ye draw bridge fwith India inkj that she does not recognize her olde palle and teacher, but ye Heralds Carol and Harker blow ye trumpets loudly, so that ye Pages Woodcock and Barrett come running enxceedingly faste and rushe backe to announce to ye King Crossman VIII ffamous for his chivalrie and love aifairsj that he has two visitors. ln a few minutes Misse Stophlette and ye editor are admitted into ye honorable presence of ye greate King and his favorite Queene Moira. Ye Kinge doesn't saye much, but ye Queene easily makes up for his silence, and ye visitors learne that they are to be entertained after sundown by all ye stars in ye King's realm, and that until that time, they have ye King's Royale Permission to roame around about ye Olde Castle, which same they promptly do. Ye guests are favored with a verie accommodating guide in Friar Refior, who is also an inventor of gunboats. Ye Friar immediately takes ye visitors to ye kitchen where they observe ye Royale Cook, Dick Grantham, master of ye pigskin, in his element. And ye editor, with her eye for news, descries over in ye corner ye Heade Spooner, Jere Kimball, making mush with a Lee while the other Lee gazes wistfully from behinde ye Royale Churn and mutters, They're getting butter and butter all the time! Also in ye kitchen, ye visitors observe ye Official Wine Taster, John Burton, wetting his whistle and ye Official Food Tasters, Munter and Melching, munching mush. Ye 'hungrie visitors catch a hot dog fumbled by ye Cooke, and run out the doore, stumbling over Arn Jerome, ye Keyhole Reporter for ye Castle Snooze, plying his trade outside. He informs them that he has had, a verie profitable daye, having observed two budding romances alreadie. Ye firste is between Sonny, ye Garlent Charger in Arms--also wondering where the nexte shekel is coming from-and ye Queen's Handy Maid, Nita. Ye Keyhole Reporter believes that this romance wille not laste longe because there are obviously other parties involved. Ye seconde romance, states ye Welle-informed Arnold, is between ye Court's favorite Jiggle-O, Bob White, renowned for his version of ye songe, Put me in, Coachln, and ye Sophisticated Ladie of ye Court, Clara Younger fyounger than you might thinkeb. Juste then, ye Royale Ice Man, Dean Webert, enters, pickin' his teeth, followed by Bronson Glines, ye Royale Milke Man, and ye Plumper Plumber, Bill Somers, carrying his left-handed monkey wrench, Juanita Ayres, who are in turne followed by ye Fuller Brushe Man, Paul Kirker, who has a newe brushe to remove ye rim from ye Royale Bathe Tub. While they are conversing with these olde friends, in comes running Louie Nash, ye King's Messenger Boy, with bad newes of ye battle at Mason. Evil befall ye irascally Masons! Ye guests passe nexte to Ye Royale Stable where they finde ye Stable Groom, Stanley Page Twenty-two