Hermitage High School - Hornet Yearbook (Hermitage, MO)

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.Tim Dickenson leaves his ability to flatter teachers while in study hall to Philip Sherman. Peggy Lipe wills her chewing gum with a built in pop and the loudest voice in the pep squad to Betty McPheeters. Marie Browning, leaves her ability to foul and get caught at it, to Joyce Mackey. Any discarded pencils, chewing gum wads, excuses we brought from home and have left behind, we leave to the lucky one who finds them. In witness thereof we attach the signatures of the class of '54, WJJM ,lf 9 ,ZZCZL B4-eb 7714 1321- 1

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Senior Class Will y We, the senior class of '54 of Hermitage High School, City of Hermitage, County of Hickory, and State of Missouri, being few in number but as sound in knowledge and mind as befitting a senior, do hereby, after much deep consideration make' our last will and testament. To which we appoint the superintendent of said school as sole executor. To our school from which we prepare to depart, we leave our class picture. To the members of our beloved faculty, we leave the knowledge of a job well done and the satisfaction which it will bring. To our superintendent Mr. Dwight Sergent, we leave a big package of good humor which we believe he will need in dealing with next years seniors. To Miss Whitby, we leave a sincere wish for a basketball team with plenty of hustle. To Miss Robertson we will the words: Carry on, exclusively to replace her well worn practice and concentration . To Mrs. Smith, we leave steady nerves and an ironclad stomach for her home economics girls' cooking and sewing. To Mr. Jackson our favorite and only sponsor, we leave the fond memories of the dozens of themes we have written for him. To the junior class we will our dignity and senior privileges, ready excuses and ability in arguments good, bad, long or short, and hope that they use them to a better advantage. To the sophomore class, we leave the cozy little nooks, unfinished themes, and our books with the clever verses inside. But most im- portant we leave the right to pick on freshmen in or out of season. The items which follow are our own valuable possessions that we hope are remembered as such and accepted with feeling befitting them. Richard Byrd, our senior president leaves his flat top haircut to Shebly Frank. Richard hopes he keeps it as short as he did. Donald Pitts leaves his ability to get to go to town any time of day to Bill Button, who in a year's practice, will be as good as our senior genius. Dale McPheeters, wills his ability to skip study hall and get 1500 words, to Willard Breshears. Jim Brown, leaves his desire to become a great basketball player, to the highest bidder.

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Class Prophecy One day, I went into a cafe to get a cup of coffee before getting started on my flight, QI'm an air-line hostess of TWA, nowJ I hadn't been sitting at the counter very long when I noticed a young, handsome looking pilot who sat down on the stool next to mine. He looked familiar but I hadn't recognized him as yet. When he turned to see who was sitting next to him, I recognized him immediately as Jim Dickenson, a former classmate of Hermitage High School. Jim told me he was pilot of the plane I was going on. On the way to the plane .Tim told me he hadn't married yet, but he had prospects. When we were on the plane, I started checking my passengers, I happened to notice a dark curly headed young man coming up the ramp toward the plane. With him was a young girl and two little boys and a little girl. I looked at my passenger list and I saw that this was Mr. and Mrs. Dale McPheeters and their'three children. When Dale looked up he recognized me. Later he told me that he had a fine home in Montana and was president of a large oil company, and was very successful After checking all my passengers on the plane, we were ready to take off. And take off we did, with Jim Dickenson in the cockpit. J'im has a record of not having any airplane wrecks, and so everybody felt safe and sound. We left from Kansas City, Missouri, and our first stop was Hermitage, Missouri, a now large and prosperous city. While we were at Hermitage a terrible thunder and lightning storm came up and we were stranded there for several days. The three of us, Jim D., Dale, and I decided, that since we were in our home town, we would try to look up some of our old classmates. Before starting our search we decided to have a cup of coffee. As we walked into an expensive restaurant, who should be at the counter ready to greet us, but Richard Byrd. After filling our order he came over and sat down to talk over old times. Richard told us that he owned a series of restaurants all over the United States. He had a rather prosperous business in each restaurant. We asked Richard if he knew where the rest of our classmates were. He said that the last time he had seen all of us was at our graduation. We went to the school house to see what it was like now. Just as we entered the door we saw a young blonde-headed woman running down the hall chasing a couple of boys. When she caught them she told each of them to write a five hundred word theme. This young woman was Marie Browning. Marie hadn't found her millionaire yet, so she decided to settle down and teach at Hermitage Grade School,