Marcus High School - Eaglet Yearbook (Marcus, IA)

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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.

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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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