Fort Laramie High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Fort Laramie, WY)

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SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of 1952, of the City of Fort Laramie, County of Goshen and the State of Wyoming, being of sound mind and body, do hereby make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking any will or wills heretofore made by us. First: We of the Senior Class, leave to the entire Student Body, faculty, and School Board our old battle-scarred textbooks, desks, and anything else which we have used in our four years of high school. Second: To the Juniors, we will our seats by the windows and nine more months of good school spirit which we feel that we have had in our Senior year. Third: To the Sophomores we will the success that we had on our Junior Class Play, in hopes that they will have as much or more. Fourth: To the Freshmen we will a sprig of ivy to keep alive as long as they are in High School. The Seniors leave their individual bequests as follows: First: June Bryson wills to Carolyn Fintus her ways of getting to oasketball games, also June wills to Dorothy Hood, her long blond hair. Second: Don Calahan wills his ability to get along with teachers to Alvin Paules, also, to Harry Heller, Don wills his ability to take band four years straight. Third: Dick Doss wills his blue basketball bloomers to George Nietfeld hoping they will keep him as warm as they did Dick. Also, Dick wills to Mr. Lew Young the brown leather button which he swiped off his big overcoat December 13, 1951. Dick apolo- gizes for stealing it. Fourth: Don Foote wills to Lee Brittenham his ability to hit free throws, in hopes that he will use it to Fort Laramie's advantage. Fifth: Patricia Nietfeld wills her joo as milkmaid to Marjorie Lou Young. Also Pat wills her place on the honor roll to Alvin Paules, and hopes that he will live up to it. Sixth: Don Peterson wills his ability to play with a yo-yo to anyone who wants it. Don also wills his job of working on ads for the school paper to Phil Rickey. Seventh: Charles Potter wills to Herb Paules his ability to score 25 pts. per game. Charles also wills to Rex Walker his typing eraser in hopes that Rex doesn't have to use it as much as he did. Eighth: Bruce White wills to Fhil Rickey his long legs, so that he may play center next year in basketball. Bruce also wills his typewriter and ability to type 120 words per minute to Macel Nearing. In witness thereof, we have hereunto subscribed our names and offer our seal this fifteenth day of May in the year of Our Lord, One Thousand Nine Hundred and Fifty Two: In the presence of Mr. McCollar, County of Goshen, City of Fort Laramie, State of Wyoming. stsUUXJl Asty

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CLASS PROPHECY OF 1952 The rocketship was soaring through space--it was the year 1972--twenty years since I had taken off for the moon, on a scientific expedition, and now I was going back to my home. I found my mind wandering back into yesteryears, but finally concentrating on Fort Laramie and that old graduating class of 52. What was it like? Where were they all? What were they doing? Maybe someday I'd know the answers. How little I knew that those answers were within a few hours’ reach of me. My ship landed in Miami four hours later, and as I was walking down the ramp 1 noticed the pilot talking to the hostess. Something clicked in my brain--it couldn't be, but it was Don Foote. I hurried over and after a few minutes of back-slapping, suggested we have dinner together. Over a thick steak and numerous cups of coffee, we talked over old times. Don said Fort Laramie hadn't changed much, but that the class of 52” had taken different paths to fame and fortune. He had taken up space flying-- Dick Doss had taken Arthur Godfrey's place on Radio and Television--Charles Potter was a successful rancher, owning the largest spread in the northwest-- Don Calahan had made his million and was retired--June Bryson, his wife, was ousy raising ball players--Don Peterson had climbed the ladder of success until now he was the World’s Yo-Yo Champion--Patricia Nietfeld had attained great success as an instructor in the art of cheerleading--Bruce White had found his place in the world of sports, he was a promoter of boxing matches. We sat silently for a few moments, then Don looked at his watch. It was al- most time for his ship to take off on another scheduled flight. Reluctantly, we prepared to part, but with a last wave of the hand Don said, You remember Lew Young, our old basketball coach? Well, he's in Laramie now, he stepped into Ev. Shelton's shoes. Yes, time waits for no man, it just keeps going on.