Livingston High School - Livingstonian Yearbook (Livingston, CA)

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I, Denzil Carr, will my sense of humor to the Freshmen boys who seem badly in need of it. I, Earl Anderson, will my week heart to any guy who doesn t went to take gym. I, Alice Wyman, fsuppressing e laughl do bequeath my giggles to the ever sober Loretts Miller. V I, Herbert Petersen, leave my office K?J to some lucky Junion 'I, Marie Rantz, will my privilege card to Evelyn Cox, hoping she can use it, end that it doesn't spoil her. I, David Kirihare, do will my sobriety and dignity to John Mitchell. I, May Hayman, will leave the Juniors the file case and my experience as editor of the mnnuel,--good luckl I, Lucille Ballard, will my skill in playing the clarinet to John Underwood. I, Alfred Santos, mill my sohriquet HGreenieH to the greenest of the incoming Freshmen, I, Ernest hvellar, will my overtures of friendship to Leon ard Hamer. I, Jean Scott, will my singing ability to Margaret, my suc- cesser. I, Lewis Switzer, will my deep, manly voice to Kendrick Simp- son. I, John Philip Souza, do will my ability in writing class wills to Joe Frego. I, Ruth Hoshino, will my Upeppyn ways to Evelyn Frego, I, Alfred Switzer, will my window-opening job to Clarence Santos, if he Soesn't change. Velma Remey, will my permmnent weve to Richard Jansen. Joe Gomes, will my antique No. l5 to any colleci??, Such es Stencil Freeze. 1 .' I, Evelyn O'Brien, will my ability to interprets Shake- speare's heroines to any Sophomore girl who can speak stage Eng- lish. I, Kezumi Miyamoto, will my bus-servicing job to anyone just able to peer over the steering wheel, like Burl Adams. I, Eico Masudo, will my job of cutting stencil headings for the Sandpiper to anyone upon whom the teachers may sneak unswares. I, James Machado, will my Nsoaringn mind to Frank Cavaieni, who is interested in aviation. I, Cerlton Howard, will my position as Hpeaee-mekern, especi- ally in-class meetings, to Leo O'Brien, I, Frank Chance, do hereby will, with e whoop, my cheer-lead- ing abilities to Bill Eberheerdt. I, Athena Joseph, will my position as Nerrend boyn to Gene Dulin. I, I, as I dis. I, Joe Downey, with e sigh of regret, give up my noon-time haunt, hoping somebody else may derive as much enjoyment from it I, Julius Lehfeldt, will my piccolo to Robert Cleary. I, Mabel Duarte, will my athletic ability to Lois Gerberino. I, Robert Craig, will the first place in next yenr's 'cross-

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S E N I O R C L A S S W I L L . We, the Seniors of Livingston High School, Livingston Dis- trict, Merced County, State of California, United States of Amer- ica, do men, on this 9th day of June, 1952 A. D., spinsters and gentle- leave as a last will and testament the following: To Mr. Scott we wish a happy and prosperous future, being very To besides grateful to him for his kindly interest and help. the faculty we leave an ever increasing and undying love a peace and quiet that is tonic to the soul. To Mr.Fischer we leave heartfelt thanks for the many comforts about the school. To for the To us with To tire of Mr. Mann we leave a lasting remembrance, thankful to him beautiful surroundings. the lower classmen we leave Us vote of thanks for treating all due respect.H the Juniors we leave the front Hpewsu, hoping they don't them and start moving back. ' The individual wills are as follows: I, Myrna Wolcott, will my pull with the faculty to Edna Pal- HIST. I, Charles Underwood, will my place on the nSenior Quartetn to Siegwill Wulff. I, Erma Stevens, will my place in the office to any one who can work the angles. I, Bud Lehman, will my UBaby Facen to Willie Campodonico. I, Haru Inano, will my ability to get good grades to Carmen Tindall. I, John Koppenhaver, will my ever increasing love for the girls to George Saunders. I, Elin Jean Nelson, will my physics book to the instructor. Asaye Miyake, will my ability to debate to Clifford Cas- I, Wesley Birks, do will my happy-go-lucky smile to Riley I, sell. Howard. I, Both Fleshman, will my responsibility of writing up the school notes to David Manchester. I, Byron Nelson, in looking over my possessions can find no treasures to will. I, Edna Braden, will my dramatic ability to Jessie Lemme. I, Biyo Yoshino, will my F's Cbut don't tell anyone, to Al- bert Santos. I, I, George Joseph, will my Hlady-killern disposition Nourse to any Genevieve Alves, will ny Uboyishn bob to Mary Alice sensible Junior, such as Eddie Christian. I, Anita Hunter, will my ability to pop my gum and yell nHa- han to Delphina Mello. I, Virgil Cordes, will my baseball career to Garland Linger- felt, hoping that he may become a member of the league. I, I, ery. Ann Kashiwase, will my easel and brushes to Richard Weir. Leonard Court, leave my acting ability to Harvey Montgom- yi

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country race to Luther Williams. I, Elizabeth Moore, will my love for Latin to some deserving Sophomore. I, Genevieve Sorensen, will rg' ability to run down iuwhere Were Yousn to Vivien Minot. I, Anna Frogo, will my quietness and good manners to next year'S Senior girls, knowing that they can use them to advantage. I, Joan MacKenzie, will ry place as Senior Class Secretary to any girl who can blush as becomingly as I con, while reading the minutes. I, Seio Hesuda, will to Alfred Rice my ability to look as if I knew something in my Glasses. AT THE CROSSROADS By Richxri Bovey You to the left and I to the right, For the ways of men must sever, And it well may be for a diy and 3 night, And it well may be foreverg But whether we meet or whether we part CFor our ways are past our knowingl, A pledge from the heart to its fellow heart On the ways we all are going. o- efHere's luokl Fo. We Know not where we are going. With a steady swing and an open brow We have tramped the ways together, But we're olasping hands at the crossroads now In the Fiend's own night for weatherg And whether we bleed or whether we smile In the leagues that lie before us, The ways of life are many a mile And the dark of Fate is o'er us. Here's luokl And e cheer for the dark before us. You to the left and I to the right, For the rays of men must sever, And it well may be for Q diy and a night And it well may be foreverg But whether we live or whether we die fFor the end is past our knowingl, Here's two frank hearts and the open sky, Be e fair or nn ill wind blowing. Here's luckl ln the teeth of all winds blowing. g 1