Hesperia High School - Panther Yearbook (Hesperia, MI)

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the Hes peria Senior Class of 1957, being of sound mind, do hereby bequeath, in this, our last will and testament, the following: To our advisors, Mr, David McKenzie and Mrs. Helen Rossiter, our sincere thanks for their guidance in our last year. To the School Bo To To To To the Juniors, o the Sophomor I I I I I I I I I I I I I , Janice Herin, Clare Bottorff, Betty Rumsey, , Nellie Dailey, I. l did. I, Joyce Gronso, L I, Arthur Balcom I. l, Gale Eitneiar 1. I. I, Gary Rumsey, I, Dick I-loffius, I, Joe Robinson, l, Harley Croff, I Last , we appoint ard, our thanks for our new gymnasium. the faculty, the memory of us. ne more year at l-l,l-l.S, es, our brains, hoping they will make good use of them. the Freshmen, our sympathy, knowing the work they have ahead. Kathleen Clark, will my ability to get along with the Navy to Peggy Fairchild. Ellen Nixon, will my crown to some lucky Junior girl. will my schoolbooks to some underclassman hoping they will take good care of them. will my intelligence, to Barney Arendson. Delores Ensign, Don Carson, will my crutches to Coach Horman. will my good times in high school to any upcoming Freshman. Darlene VanderLeest, will my quietness to Ioan Rumsey. , Georgie Tanner, will my ability to get along with teachers to Mary Lou Cook. , Judy Morse, will my ability to get to school on time to Linda Menold as she hasn't much farther to walk will my typing record to Eula Mae Sartwell, Nancy Hills, will my driving ability to Linda Porter. will my peroxide and ammonia to Bonnie Eitniear. , Ierry Carson, will my ability to get along with Mr, Neff to Dale Brown. Charlene Fairchild, will my government book to sister Carol in hopes that she gets better marks than will my loyalty in going steady to Sharon Booher. Elwood DeBrot, will my ability to dance to Chuck Krause. , will my ability to finish school to anyone who thinks about quitting. Bob Talbot, will my easy-going ways to Darrel Flugg, , will my quietness to Bill Cook. Lawrence Herin, will my good standing in ,Ag class to Andy McGahan. Darwin Gronso, will my good marks in high school to anyone who would appreciate them. will my ability to keep my date within the state of Michigan to Jerry Mansfield. will my good looks to Bob Eitniearg on second thought, I'll take them with me. will my Saturday nights to Harold Rice. will my unused chemistry book to some underclassman. Charles Baxter, will my 'ability to get along with Mr. lson to Neil Hogendyke, our very capable Superintendent, Mr. Elwood Larsen, executor of this, our last will and testament. Signed, sealed and delivered this ninth day of May, nineteen hundred and fifty-seven in the presence of I, M, Thru I, C, U, R, Knot

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SENIORS

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CLASS PROPHECY I, Dolores Ensign, a registered pharmacist, being of sound mind, I think, shall relate to you the strange events which happened on my journey to Bombay, lndia. I was in my laboratory on board the U.S.S, Sunshine. It all began when Don Carson walked in. He wanted to get some Analgesis Antipyretic for Harley Croff. You see Harley was fatally ill. He had a cold. Don, a lawyer, was going to Bombay to defend Dick Hoffius, who had killed a cow. He had become ravenously hungry for beef. Don met Nellie Dailey on the Substratospheric Airlines: she was the hostess. She told Don that the Pilot was Bob Talbott, so he went to see for himself. When he saw him, they talked over good times for a while and then they played a 50 minute game of chess. Just as they were finishing the game, the plane pulled into the airport. While Don and I were talking over old times, the ship left port. Ten minutes later we hit a Northern breeze coming at 150 m. p.h. We slowed down to 100 knots because of the slight waves of 86 feet. The fog was thick enough to slice and put on a plate. We did get a little off course. So unknown to us, we were .traveling toward Hawaii. Something else we didn't know was that an unchartered naval ship was making its way to San Diego. It was co-captained by Jerry Carson and Clare Bottorff. They had made the Admiral a little angry when they borrowed some of his hula skirts, and took his favorite dancer, Ellen Nixon, with them, It was little wonder that we crashed. When I came to, I was in a large city surrounded by a huge bubble. I looked around and saw Don, Jerry, and Clare. The first living things we saw were some strange creatures that looked like something from the Black Lagoon. Strangely enough they could speak our language. They took us around the city. At the telecasting station, we saw Betty Rumsey, Ioe Robinson, Elwood De Brot and Lawrence Herin. They told us they had learned how ro see what went on in the other world. All they could see was water around them. Next we went to the gate of the bubble. Jan Herin and Georgie Tanner were there, armed with spears and a few water bombs to keep the whales and sharks away. In their laboratory we saw Judy Morse teaching little children all about the beautiful fish swimming around the bubble. In a room next to Judy, Darwin Gronso and Art Balcom were making something that smelled like rotten eggs, looked like a mess and tasted like plums, apricots, and oranges, mixed together. We went to the restaurant where Ioyce Gronso and Gale Eitniear served us fried octopus, sea juice, pickled sea weed, and whale wine. Well, we were at the end of an electric lighted day. We slept at a boarding house owned by Kathy Clark and Darlene Vander Leest. We were awakened by a cow horn which Chuck Baxter blew. Our breakfast was made and served by Nancy Hills. It consisted of shark eggs, more whale wine, and some other concoction that l couldn't figure out. We went to see the most beautiful house in the city. It was made of shells of all colors, and above the doors and windows were scores of natural pearls. It belonged to Charlene Fairchild and Gary Rumsey. This ends my story. We are looking for a way to get back to the top of the earth. Ifanyone should find this note, please come and look for us. We're getting awfully home- sick.