Needles High School - Mystic Maze Yearbook (Needles, CA)

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Ella Lawrence, will my athletic ability to Betty Rupe, who's better at making boys fall than playing ball. Robert Lacy, willrto Jo Ann Robinson, my Ford V-8 so she won't be late. Betty McCarty, will my ability to make with the corny jokes to Bonnie Hubbard along with my shot gun for protection. Betty Lou Markham, will my power to' jitterbug to my brother who just can't seem to cut a rug. Jack Shuey, will to Warner Howell, my snapqy cars instead of that thing that came from Mars. ' Iva Marie Porter, will my Annual editorship to Mary Daniels, along with my gray hair. Euel Teter, will my ability to out talk anyone to Dick Yelton. It was O.K. in civilian life but in the Navy it means extra strife. Shirley Sprague, will my ability to be late, to Mary Lou Steward who suffers the opposite fate. Roberta Walthall, will my fallen arches Cdue to marking time up and down the show aisle! to Mary Conner so hers won't be lonesome. Max Dunn, will my ability to sleep through thick or thin to Cecil Markland, who can't seem to out sleep the noise and din. Priscilla Vehlow, will my ready smile to Patsy Fahey to put on file. Dorothy English, will my soft pleasing voice to little Billy Royce. Jack Murray, will to Jimmy Morden, the best memories of all that I can recall, who'd like to be sailing on the Atlantic nbrook,U but in- stead has his poor little nose in a book. Mabel Ford,. will my efficient and speedy way, to people who leave- things for another dey. Leo Booth, will my ready nhellon to some less friendly fellow. Margaret Lara, will my easy going ways and charm to the junior girls, it won't do any harm.

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I ,.,l . , , ,.. -- .,,, Ns Walter Acuna, will my bright yellow fliver to Yvonne Becker, I sure hate to giver', but she's bad for my liver. Helen Allen, will my rides home at noon to Shirley Lindstrom who without a doubt has used up her last shoe ration stamp. Helen Andrade, will my VNo Love No Nothingn policy until Jesus Zavala comes home, to Bernice Saffold, who would much rather rome. Ignacio Arguellos, will my ability to stay out of sight to William Donner, who's slwayi in the mildle of a fight. Ester Armerta, will my ability to stay on my feet, when the socker ball I meet, to Billie hee Helker, a gal who is better at talkin' than walkin'. Helen Ballard, will my piano playing power to Beverly Gray, who's practiced many an hou:. John Atkins, will my ability to be an all around good fellow, to John Drake, who only time will mellow. Rosemary Battlace, will to Gloria, my H.P.'s heart to keep for me when I depart. Shirley Brewer, will my ability to be business manager of everything that comes along, to anyone else who wants to do wrong. Jack Carr, will my ability to talk my Mother into the car to some poor kid who doesn't get very far. Lucille Burwell, will my ability to go 50-50 with the U.S. Navy, who insisted on UAll or Nothing At Alln of my Euel. Jane Glaypool, will my long dark brown hair to anyone else who wants to run Lamour competition. Bob Dial, will what's left of the Claypool Store truck to Dale Jones so he can be a Chevolet Cavalier instead of a wolf on the hoof. Corrine Crew, will my cabinet of hair rinses to anyone else who has a flair for changing their hair. Genevieve Grosely, will my ability to snare a soldier to Patsy Bathke and hope she'll be bolder. Milford Fitzgerald, will my ability for drawing faces in public places to any drool who likes to draw at school. Jo Hilligardt will my horn-rimmed glasses to the other poor blind lasses, who make the mistake of studying for classes. Don Henshaw, will my ability to stretch an WAN card into a WCW card to George Heim. Gene Hopkins, will to Ida Mae Durand, my blonde curly hair, won't they make a pair? Barbara Jonas, will my ability to make like Bernhart to anyone who wants the part. Donald Johnson, will my cue ball technioue to George Schurr who's better at school than pool. Mary Ann Kroeber, will my red hair and all that goes with it to Frances Powell, who's tired of being called UBlondie.n Howard Johnson, will my gift for getting away with murder in all my classes to some less lucky lads or lasses. Floyd Jones, will to Charles Weedman, my Valentino charms so he'll have a gal instead of a book in his arms.

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y . CL!-XSS I-HSTORY rx il Once in the dear dead days beyond recall, that's when the class of 'LL got on the ball, that is all except the kindergarten problem child, Roberta Walthall. The original juvenile delinquent beat a path home every day at ll a.m., which was the usual time the teacher dear sent her out for talking. lt was six months before Roberta's mater caught 011' U They made their debute in the first grade, when they played the roll of pussywillows in the annual school pageant. WMarbleheadN Hilligardt who claimed that pneumonia tripped her back, was held over for a se- cond season. The second grade brought them to the beginning of their reading, writ- ing, and arithmetic days, plus' the instrumental side of things too. It seems that Mary Ann Kroeber began playingll??the violin, but after a few weeks of dreadful practice hours, her mother consented ibut glad lyl to have her give it up. It seems that quite a few of our classmates joined the '44 class in the third grade, the teacher deciding on a course of post graduate for them. This group consisted of Jack Murray, Jane Claypool, Jack Carr, Leo Booth, Robert McCue, Walter Acuna, and Euel Teter. In the fifth grade the class reached the high point of its career, when under the supervision of Mr. Rhoeling they printed that worldwide known paper WThe Desert Star.U Even though their mothers, fathers, and friends were the only ones to subscribe to it, the little darlings thought they owned the world by having a bank account--listed under the name of their secretary, Betty Lou Markham. She was the only mem- ber of the class to be able to draw money out fhmnll. The dears slaved themselves to death in the hot sun, carrying bricks to build a complete their job the next year. A play kiln, only to continue and was given on the front lawn about the dark medieval days with costumes scenery, and script, all in good old pioneer days with one. The annual pageant found them in the covered wagons land that's just what they ware, and frontier songs. They made up their own verse to HClementineW so the whole class decided to become song writers. Miss Betty Greaney, who had been their fourth grade teacher, followed the little angels to the sixth. WBig Shotsn were what they were now, so they decided to take the laws of the school in their own hands, and each member of the class became a policeman Ceveryone got a ticketl. They held regular trials after school hours and pronounced sentences on law breakers. This year, they made puppets and gave a show, invit- ing their parents, It seems that our Walt Disney the second, Milford Fitzgerald worshipped Miss Brewer, so he presented her with a bloody heart on Valentines Day.' ' ftqntii