Marcus High School - Eaglet Yearbook (Marcus, IA)

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Class Will We, the Senior Class of 1952, being of sane mind and sound body, do will and bequeath the following: I, Alice Bauer, do will and bequeath my waistline to Mr. Haugen. I, Gilbert Ducommun, do will and bequeath my height to Jim Wilcox. I, Virginia Egger, do will and bequeath my ability to play second- Iiddle to a hamster to Betty Hamman. I, Elvera Eldredge, do will and bequeath my long hair to Shirley French. I, Sandra Frederick, do will and bequeath Eddie to my sister, Mary Lou, thereby killing two birds with one stone. I, Roger Fuhrman, do will and bequeath my curly butch haircut to Orman Nafziger. , I, Mary Hamman, do will and bequeath my ability to flirt to Janet Polson. I, Delores Johnston, do will and bequeath my singing ability to Marilyn Springer. I, Robert Johnston, do will and bequeath my witty expressions to Doyle Ames. I, Robert Mason, do will and bequeath the right fender of my Chevie to the county so they will have both fenders. I, Bernard Medick, do will and bequeath my manners in English class to Larry Springer. ' I, Delbert Medick, do will and bequeath my quietness to Laverne Lundell. I, Evelyn Wester, do will and bequeath my comb to Cecilia Lindner. Also, as a class, we will and bequeath our dignity to the Juniors, our co-operativeness as a class to the Sophomores, and our quietness to the Freshmen. Class Colors Class Flower Light Blue and Silver Pink Rose Class Motto HWhat We Are To Be, We Are Now Becoming.n

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Class History On September 2, 1940, nineteen mischievous little Navajoes entered the Cleghorn Consolidated School. The members of the tribe were Barbara Chapman, Virginia Egger, Donna Mae Ford, Dorothy French, Bonnie Goodrich, Delores Peck, Joann Peterson, Gilbert Ducommun, Roger Fuhrman, Ronald Dietz, Billy Hoke, Bobby Johnston, Leon Leeds, Gary Pierce, Douglas Polson, Jimmy Prunty, Paul Schmillen, Gene Simmons, and Elton Springer. Miss Joyce Weed was the leader of our tribe the first year. At the beginning of our second year, we found ourselves on the same reser- vation with a different chief, Miss Betty Jo Layman. It seemed that Ronald Dietz, Douglas Polson, and Paul Schmillen had wandered from our reservation and Clarsie Holloway and Duane Hayden had joined us. Our tribe roll at the beginning of our third year consisted of Barbara Chapman, Virginia Egger, Gilbert Ducommun, Donna Mae Ford, Dorothy French, Roger Fuhrman, Billy Hoke, Duane Hayden, Clarsie Holloway, Bobby Johnston, Leon Leeds, Joann Peterson, Jimmy Prunty, Gene Simmons, and Elton Springer. We were lead that year by Miss Florence Wegener. Gene Simmons and Barbara Chapman left our reservation. In 1943 we entered our fourth year of grade school on the same reservation. Three students wandered from their reservation to join us. They were Elvera Eldredge, Dean Zembsch, and Mary Hamman. Miss Verna Wulf was our tribe leader. At the beginning of our fifth year we found that Joan Mansfield, Delores Gregg, Richard Hultman, and Marie Umhoefer had joined us and Leon Leeds had left. This year we were still under the direction of Miss Verna Wulf. In the fall of 1945 we began our sixth year of school. Leaving us were Donna Mae Ford, Dorothy French, Billy Hoke, Clarsie Holloway, Joann Peterson, Jimmy Prunty, Marie Umhoefer, Richard Hultman, Elton Springer, and Delores Gregg. Also several students joined usg they were Jimmy Anderson, Marilyn Polson, Evelyn Wester, Bob Mason, Wayne Mason, and Sandra Frederick. Our leader again was Miss Verna Wulf. In 1946, we entered our seventh year guided by Mr. Clarence Jones. Constance Mongan and Jim Parks joined our reservation. In May of 1948 when we received our eighth grade diplomas we all knew it was a step forward to higher hunting grounds. In the fall of '48 we entered Cleghorn High School for four more years of hard study. The members of our Freshman class were Alice Bauer, Gilbert Ducommun, Virginia Egger, Elvera Eldredge, Sandra Frederick, Roger Fuhrman, Mary Hamman, Bobby Johnston, Delores Johnston, Joan Mansfield, Bob Mason, Wayne Mason, Bernie Medick, Delbert Medick, Jim Parks, Janeanne Petersen, Marilyn Polson, Evelyn Wester, Luella Behrens, and Kenneth Hallengren. Alice Bauer, Bernie and Delbert Medick came to Cleghorn from country school. Luella Behrens and Kenneth Hallengren moved to our community. Our teachers that year were Mr. and Mrs. Lee Jordan, Mr. Jack Koerner, and Mr. Leon Stanford. As we filed into our tepees in the fall of '49 we found that Wayne Mason had left us. During this term Ruth Smith, Loys Westfall and Biruta Kristenson joined us. Our teachers this year were Mr. and Mrs. Lee Jordan, Mr. Leon Stanford, and Mr. Vic Christenson. Upon entering our Junior year we found Luella Behrens, Joan Mansfield, Janeanne Petersen, Loys Westfall, and Biruta Kristensen were missing. Our teachers this year were Mr. Lee Jordan, Mr. Leon Stanford, Mr. Vic Christenson, and Miss Gretchen Dokken. At last we are Seniors. Our class roll consists of Alice Bauer, Gilbert Ducommun, Virginia Egger, Elvera Eldredge, Sandra Frederick, Roger Fuhrman, Mary Hamman, Delores Johnston, Bobby Johnston, Bob Mason, Delbert Medick, Bernard Medick, Evelyn Wester, Ruth Smith Skaggs, and Marilyn Polson Smith. We found Jim Parks had left our reservation. Our teachers were Mr. Leon Stanford, Mr. Vic Christenson, Mr. Carl Haugen, Miss Gwendolyn Sells, and Mr. Raymond Beam. Out of the nineteen first graders there are only four who have completed all twelve years at Cleghorn. They are Gilbert Ducommun, Roger Fuhrman, Bobby Johnston, and Virginia Egger.

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Class Prophecy One bright, sunny day in the fall of 1962 I was cruising along in my Model A looking for some suckers to buy my insurance. When I stopped at an intersection, a big Ruan transport screeched to a stop but not quite in time. He scratched the front bumper of my car and I, in a fit of anger, rushed over to find out what was the big idea. There, slouched behind the wheel sat Gilbert Ducommun. I immediately forgot my anger when Gilbert started telling about his success as a stock-car driver. I then had to leave as my Model A was raring to go. I stopped at the next farmhouse where a woman was hanging up diapers. I sauntered up, brief case in hand, and found out it was none other than my old classmate, Virginia. She told me raising hamsters had proved very unsuccessful and they are now raising chinchillas on a mink farm. With that hard luck story I left, completely forgetting to sell insurance. As it had been years since I had seen this part of the country, I decided to look up Roger, whom I had been corresponding with for the last ten years. I stopped at the next filling station to inquire where he lived from Meriden. I arrived there just in time for supper. There were so many Watkins Products around the house that I began to wonder. Roger told me he had taken over after the last Watkins dealer retired. That evening we watched television. There was a program from the Metropolitan Opera House. A woman was singing in a high bass voice. When she closed her mouth, I recognized her to be Sandra. Roger invited me to stay overnight and before turning in, we glanced at the newspapers. Splashed all over the front page was news of the second set of quintuplets born--four girls and a boy. The write-up and pictures informed us that the mother was Elvera. The babies were already named--Rose, Geranium, Pansy, Daffodil, and Flie Specht. We stayed up till midnight reminiscing about old school days. Early next morning I headed for the Spencer Fair. I stopped along the way to help a couple of guys with a flat tire. To my amazement, they were the Medick brothers, still bachelors. I asked them if they were still working at the Kaiser-Frazer Company. They told me when they found out how the cars were made, they quit. Delbert is now a professor of psychology at Purdue. Bernie is doing as little as possible and has a hobby of translating Chaucer. After leaving the Medick brothers I proceeded on my way to the Spencer Fair. Meandering through to various stands I saw a lady selling cabbage slicers. I went over to listen to her line. She rather fascinated me and suddenly it dawned on me she was Alice Bauer. Walking further on I ran into my long lost sister, Delores, who is still selling Steelco cooking untensils. I went to the performance at the grandstand in the evening and was amazed to see Mary's name on the program. She and her husband are trapeze artists of world renown and spend their winters in Texas. I then left the Spencer Fair and journeyed through the metropolis of Cherokee. Noticing a sign about the arrival of new fall clothes I walked into Hawley Allison's to watch the models. As one of them turned around, I recognized Evelyn. Over a cup of coffee in a nearby restaurant I inquired about Bob Mason. Evelyn told me he had been jilted and is now living the life of a hermit on a ram-shackled ranch a little northeast of Cleghorn. It seems he does a little digging in Liberty cemetery now and then as he is the caretaker. After this interesting conversation I left Iowa,to return to my shack in Kentucky just in time to run for governor on the Prohibitionist ticket.