Moore Township High School - Owl Yearbook (Farmer City, IL)

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CLASS WILL From Mel Dunn to John Weedman, from Mel's generous store, G0 all his brilliant remarks in History IV. lrene Williams, clever in plays, Leaves to Eileen Dawson her romping ways. Ruth Newberry is glad to will Her stenographic position to Carol Lugibill. Pauline Snow, with one eye on the clock, Wills her armload of books to George David Rock. Bob Jackson, as his journey's end, Wills to Eldon Clearwater his best girl friend. One last request before we are through, The Seniors desks, Juniors, are left to you. Now, M. T. l-l. S., our swan song's through. On life's great sea we start anew. lVlay memory never cause you shame That once your roll contained each name, Which in our will we here indite ,ln bidding all a fond good night. On this 29th day of May, in the year nineteen hundred and thirty- iive, l here set my sign and seal to this, the Senior Class Will. IN THE PRESENCE OF Janet Bear CNotary Publicj CSEALJ Alice Powell CClerkJ 5 0 W L Page Twenty-one

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CLASS WILL Page Twenty 5 . . . Janet Vance, who has plenty of sand, Wills her streamlined-aircooled Dodge to Lois Moreland. Martha Williams, who is seldom surly, Wills her basket ball ability to Landis Hurley. Elsie Newton is in a curious position. She gives lone Schmitz her boistrous disposition. Marie Bosserman, the prize senior mite, Wills her inches to Eloise to cut down her height. Bob Tague, with his fund of Romantic Lore, Wills his ways with the wimmin to friend Bill Horr. To Vivian Peterson, Camilla Luck Gives her dislike to bugs and all such truck. Cleo Hensley, with sigh and demur, Wills his handsome blonde curls to Mildred Sawyer. Duke Kendall wills his harem fair, To Roger Derr, who'll have to take care. Lucille Michael Wills the hearty peeve she has To Miss Winifred Berglund for Advanced Algebra Class. Virginia Kemplin, when it comes her turn, Wills her compact to Gertrude Milburn. Mary Murphy-Hush! Don't anyone talk! Wills her Ford to Helen Massock, so she won't have to Walk. Hope Reeser bequeathes to one who hates Romans and Spartans Her ninety'sg of course you all know that the victim's Bill Martin. Martha Kendall, with a twinkle of her eye, Wills all her self-consciousness to our friend George Fry. To Evelyn Mae Faris, our dear friend Ruby Bates Wills her beauty parlor tactics, though to do this she hates. Raymond Hensley, who takes his man into camp, Wills his boxing ability to Henry Clay Stamp. Albert Ward, in his way quite set, Wills to Miss Ziegler his sweet-toned cornet. Audrey Hamrick, with a coquettish smile, Wills to Janet Houser her walking style. Tltllfl

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IDIQCDHECY Gee, hasn't this been a wonderful day, or rather a wonderful eve- ning. That banquet was the finest I ever attended, and the dance-Oh, Oh! I'm so worked up I could sit here and think till morning. At that, our high school days are about over, as Prof said. Perhaps we all will never meet again-Who knows, maybe l will get to travel around the wlorld by 1950. Imagine that big passenger plane droning out over Long Island. The motor has a contented sound. That assistant pilot has a familiar look-especially that thatch of ragged hair-it looks just like-Gene? Willie Something or Other? No-I have it-Fuzz Kendall. And so it is. We have a grand chat, and he tells me that the hostess on a sister-ship is a friend of mine-Yes, it is Hope Reeser. We arrive in England, and I meet Bob Jackson, our foreign min- ister, and he takes me to lunch in the duckiest place I have ever seen. We dance to the music of a hot-cha leader who turns out to be, under the magic wand of coincidence, none other than Frank Parret. B.ob's inseparable. Along comes my old pal, Helene Frank, now married to the best looking millionaire in Paris. I hop another plane to Belgium, and a birdie tells me that Audrey Hamrick and Virginia Kemplin were married to, respectively, a blond Dutch farmer and a steel wiorks foreman. Our guide points out to us the largest primary school in the province, and tells us it is taught by our own Evangeline Houser. Elsie Newton, Alice Powell and Hilda Reeser are keeping busy taking care of the best dressmaking shop ever opened in New Amsterdam. Ruth Newberry is their conhdential sec- retary, and is she swamped with work! In Denmark, my next stop, I meet Mel Dunn, now happily married to Marie Bosserman and working as Bell-hop on a Channel Cruiser. In Sweden I find Martha Kendall and Camilla Luck skiing in the mountains and having the time of their lives on their annual vacations. We hop on to Russia. We canlt iind anything of interest for a few days-I say we because Camilla joins me on the remainder of the jour- ney--until we obtain a visit with the premier, and find Ruby Bates in- structing him in the gentle art of Ping-Pong. Janet Bear is the dietician for the prime minister's pet pooch-what a job! Back again to France, I happen on to Irene Williams, who is play- ing chase-me with a handsome Italian count. We take a shopping tour, THEI Page Twenty-two