Walnut High School - Walnut Tree Yearbook (Walnut, IL)

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Dear Willie, I wish you could have gone on my trip to the moon. The pilot was none other t-han Bob Leuzlngsr. When I told him you were coaching the All Woman Planet Football Team he waan't surprised. During the trip I came down with a headache, and was treated by Space-Doctor Larry Hueeey. When I reached the moon I was taken In a moon-taxi driven by Carolyn Schulte. Upon reaching the hotel entrance a bell-hop, Larry Odell, helped me carry my bags, The hotel owner then greeted me and much to my surprise It was Sandra Peach. That evening I took a tour, conducted by Katherine Weerts. We stopped first at a flight club, The Worm Hole, owned by Dave Fisher. His head bouncer was Terry Jgnnpr and there was a vocal duet by Larry Conley and Mary Lou Hoge. called the Space Happy Moon Goons. Bartender Ed Percies told me Harold Andersen was raising Lunarshlres, a new type of hogs. Back at the hotel I turned on my radio and was lulled to sleep by Arlene Kuhnert and Moon Billy singer Don Pete Von Hoi ten. When I awoke I looked out and saw Mary Ann Keleher drag racing In her Green Monster against Grace Biackert, After finally catching them I found out Maureen McCarthy was selling refrigerators to educated Polar Bears. Of course you knew Jerry Fritz was a cookie cooker until he found a special cookie. Walking down the street I saw Sandra Epperson’s Artist Shop and further on I saw Betty Sash's Nursery. When I reached the space port I saw Gerry Mattingly giving Dutch Rubs to pilots. I also saw Betty Middleton, a space detective, and Lois Bdson a famous planetary diplomat. While waiting for the rocket ship I saw a space football game on moonavision and one cheerleader was Carol Sue Krager. When I got home I got in my Studesputnlk and headed for home looking forward to another trip soon. As ever. Cliff

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Angels now but watch out later! Are you looking at me? Locker room stampede? At last we re alone! Sewing Circle? Substitute Teacher! Last minute check! Bow, Comrade! Vocal quartet of females! Time out for a song! All dressed up and nowhere to go! Peek a boo! Take off your coats and Going to take a snapshot? Let me see too! stay awhile! —26—

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Last Will and Testament of the Class of 1958 We, the Class of 1958, being of sound mind and body, do declare this to be our last will and testament, and do hereby request that this document be executed in its exact form. I, Harold Andersen, do bequeath my parking place to Mr. Vail. I, Grace Blackert, do bequeath my sense of humor to Letty Water-house. 1, Cliff Bohm, do bequeath my ability to herd a Stude to Jerry Myers. I, Larry Conley, do bequeath my ability to vibrate when I sing to Gene Calsyn. I, Lois Edson, do bequeath my love for a piccolo to Miss Cully. I, Sandra Epperson, do bequeath my artistic ability to Mr. Bruss. I, Dave Fisher, do bequeath my Plymouth to Dave Kepner to search for many girls, both far and near. I, Jerry Fritz, do bequeath my ability to get into trouble to Marvin Neahring. I, Edward Gerdes, do bequeath my little green Plymouth to Truman Esmond, as it is always at his father's garage anyway. I, Mary Lou Hoge, do bequeath my fondness to saxaphone playing to Bob Lauritzen. I, Lawrence Hussey, do bequeath my ability to perform a chemistry experiment to Paul Peach. I, Terry Jenner, do bequeath my good library habits to Scott Gerbitz. I, Mary Ann Keleher, do bequeath my fondness for Manlius to Ramona Livey. I, Carol Sue Krager, do bequeath my ability to walk out of study halls to Jim Mattingly. I, Arlene Kuhnert, do bequeath my height to Barb Weber. I, Bob Leuzinger, do bequeath my safe and quiet driving ability to Fred Perrizo. I, Gerry Mattingly, do bequeath my ability to get along with Miss Robbins to Karla Krebs. I, Maureen McCarthy, do bequeath my love of studying to Patti Johnson. I, Betti Lu Middleton, do bequeath my love of the service to Verna Andersen. I, Larry Odell, do bequeath my ability to keep statistics at sporting events to Nick Pasqual. I, Sandra Peach, do bequeath my sharp, gray, sportcar to Rodney VonHolten. I, Betty Sash, do bequeath my ability to receive big shiny rocks to Jevne Andersen. I, Carolyn Schulte, do bequeath my quiet manner to Linda Kruse. I, Don VonHolten, do bequeath my ability to sing hillbilly songs to Don Wallace. I, Katherine Weerts, do bequeath my love of boy's class rings to Diana Mungor. I, Larry Williams, do bequeath my love of most sports to Clayton Blackert. —28—