Greenville High School - Hi Life Yearbook (Greenville, MI)

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1. Stella Luno 2. Hap and Cobby 3. Chris Cornwell 4. Mary Lou Whiters 5. Ole Olson 6. Bcv Smith 7. Jackie” McMann 8. The Cornwells, A I, Sharon, Chris 9. Nancy Whitelaw 10. Monk Taylor and Ole Olson 11. Lornie 12. Alvie Cornwell 13. Torchy” Bradley 14. Donna Jacobs 15. Little Sally Church 16. Hank and Nancy 17. Buggy 18. Cocky and Cobby Bob 19. Cobby Bobby 20. Hap Bruce Hansen £15}

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Nina Sheldon With every hour comes something new to for-Ret. Basketball 1, 2 Track 1, 2 Tennis 1 Intramural 1, 2, 3, 4 Virginia Silverthorn The most eloquent lines are neither spoken nor written: they're worn. Band 3 Glee Club 2 Intramural 2, 3 Tumbling Team 2 Beverly Smith The social smile, the sympathetic tear. Band 1, 2, 3 4 Glee Club 4 Tennis 2 Intramural 1, 2 Journalism 1, 2, 4 Debate 2 Declamation 1, 2, 4 Senior Play 4 Annual Staff 4 Leone Snyder It's nice to he natural and she’s naturally nice. ’ Glee Club 1 Intramural 1, 2 Joyce Teufel Better than riches or worldly Roods is a heart that is al trays jolly. Glee Club 1, 2, 3 Track 2 Kenneth Thomas Earnestness is enthusiasm tempered by reason. Football 3, 4 Baseball 1, 4 Track 1 Intramural 1 Varsity Club 3, 4 F. F. A. 2, 3, 4 Judging 2, 3, 4 Frances Van Allen shall laugh myself to death. Band 1, 2, 3, 4 Basketball I, 2, 3, 4 Track 2 Intramural 1, 2, 3, 4 Cheer Leader 1 Mary Lou Whiters She gave him an eyelash-ing. Geraldine Wolverton She walks to inaudible music. Drum Majorette 1, 2 Glee Club 3 Basketball 1, 2 Annual Staff 4 Stage Craft 3 This Jeanne Wright Her smile is something you could find your way with, in the dark. Student Council 3, 4 Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4 Intramural 1, 2, 3 Annual Staff 4 Operetta 1 Sponsored by Greenville State Bank NO picturp: June Mayberry The artist belongs to her work. Girls'League Board 1, 4 Band 2, 3, 4 Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4 Intramural 3, 4 Journalism 2 Annual Staff 4 Basketball Operetta 1, 2

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Class Prophecy Naturally, we, the class of ”44 , wanted to know just what the future held for us. We were eager to know along what path and toward w'hat destiny our footsteps would turn in years to come; so we consulted a certain member of our class, gifted with mysterious, prophetic powers, namely, Swami Don Russell. This talented soothsayer, after performing the necessary ritual and uttering the magic incantations, gazed long into his crystal ball. At last he spoke, and in a losv tone proceeded to give us this revelation: Richard Kraft, I see you selling false teeth. You, Anne Bradley—hmm—a lively old maid, and—shh!—Dorothy Petersen, you are an orchestra w’ife, following the band around. Claude Longstreet—I see palm trees, and tropical plants—you seem to be making a living diving for pearls. Phyllis McGee—Ahh, this intrigues me—I see marriage licenses by the score, perhaps you are running a flourishing matrimonial bureau. Iiene Forward—books I see—you are a prominent book reviewer. Anne Field—a Congress woman—Bruce Chamberlain—you are seated near Miss Field carrying on a filibuster in the House of Representatives. Sally Church—journalism is your bent—you are managing editor of the N. Y. Times. Eleanor Corneil—silence if you please—this vision is blurred . I see Bob Hope and toothbrushes. Oh, I see, your smile is supplementing Bob Hope’s Fepsodcnad. Well, here’s Bruce Hansen. Hmm, interesting indeed—you turned out to be a vacuum cleaner salesman. Betty Emmons—1, 2, 3, no 4, amazing, you are the mother of 4 up and coming quads. Bob Lincoln, methinks I hear a fiendish yell, you are taking Johnny Weismuller’s place in the movies as Tarzan. Well, Muriel Forward, here you are passing our gum on an airplane, and Ruth Hall, hmm, 1 see lots of people and—gracious—a stork. Oh yes, you are in the midst of a gay circle at the Stork Club. Ellen Lawrence—Ah, this is lovely, here you are—star of the Ballet Russe executing a grand jete, and what have we here—Max Larsen—who’d have guessed it—a bellhop. Here the Sw'ami unwrapped his turban from his head, mopped his brow, and said he must have a few minutes rest and it was a strain on both him and his crystal ball. A few minutes later, he again wrapped his turban about his head and began: Well here’s Smok-woops, I mean Charlette Fries, whom I see reaping the profits from her current best seller ’The Corpse in the Bathtub’ or ’Don’t Slip on the Soap’, and next we find Pluma Grosvernor starring as corpse in the stage play of Fries’ best seller. Lifting his eyebrow, the Swami proceeded, Barbara Larsen—you are a happy little milkmaid, and here’s that Barnes fellow, Bob, who’d have guessed —a Fuller Brush man. Here’s a quiet lass whom I see working diligently as a nurse at Grace Hospital, and here’s Venus Arnold, 2, 4, 7, 10, 15, egad man! 17 children on your knees! Here again the Swami mopped his brow', then continued: June Mayberry—you are drawing cartoons for the Sunday comics. Crystal Peterman—I see a candy store with you as the manager. Dick Bowser—you are, we might have known—running an information booth. Dorthea Brammer—here the Swami took a long deep look into his magic ball and, as if reluctant to look away, said Dorthea, I see you as a Bubble Dancer at the El Morocco. Dale Moore—you have a w'histle in your mouth— you must be a traffic cop. Stella I.uno-—what’s this screeching? You are singing grand opera with a voice that w'ould make the dead, glad they are. Here the Swami took T. I I ! I f I I I. f £ 16]