Williams High School - Tusayan Yearbook (Williams, AZ)

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THE TUSAYAN CLASS PROBHECY PLACE-Grace, Grace, and Disgrace Mortuary. TIME-May 24, 2006. SCENE-Old Jack Grace is on his last legs and is feebly looking through the mortuary records, which contain the names of the senior class of '46, As the scene opens, we hear soft funeral music in the background as Jack mumbles slowly to himself: Well, I was down to see the doctor today and he says tlhat I haven't long to live. My passing will mean the end of the senior class of '46, of Williams High School. I just received a wire from Jimmy Bowie, the Superintendent of Williams High School saying that Donald Gaddis, the next to the last living one of the group, had just graduated from high school and had died from the shock as he was- handed his diploma. I-Iere's an interesting case. I remember :how Dolores Collins used to love horses. She finally met her end when her favorite horse, Dog Biscuit, kicked her behind the ear. It wasn't very long ago that Alvino Figueroa fthe man who put Harry James out of bus-inessl was playing a hot number wihen hegot the hiccoughs, swallowed his trumpet, and choked to death. I remember when they shipped Ann Johnson's body back from Africa. She had become an explorer and Wlhile hunting in Africa, chased a male ape up a tree. As she scrambled up after him, her weight was too much for a branch and she crashed to the ground. Poor Ann! Bob Blanton, who was a wealthy bean farmer in Missouri, was killed on June 1, 1995, when a runaway tractor ran over his head. Poor Bob! He was.a little eccentric in his old age. On the day of his death, he thought he was an ostrich and had buried his head in the sand when the tractor happened to go by. A little habit of Bonnie Williamson's was her downfall. At the ripe old age of 75, she was chasing a young sailor up the gangplank of a battleship. Her cane slipped and she fell overboard and was drowned. I can remember back in the good old days when David McNelly was always throwing the bull. A reverse of this situation caused his death. One day he went out to saddle his horse and, his eyes being terribly weak, fhe saddled the bull instead. He hopped on the bull and was thrown off. As he flew through the air, he landed head first in a milk can. He was unable to remove the can and was smothered. Kathryn Dye opened up a coffee shop, which she ran for a number of years. But in her old age she began to get absent-minded. As a matter of fact, she became so absent-minded that one day, without fContinued on Page Fifty Ninej 13

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THE TUSAYAN CContinued from Page Elevenj as seniors! Officers elected were Ann Johnson, president, Donna McLeese, vice-president, and Don Gaddis, secretary-treasurer. There were thirty of us, with Peggy Doubek and Susie Lloyd entering from other schools.. The senior class played an important part in all school activities. Bonnie Williamson, Donna McLeese, and Peggy Doubek were cheerleaders. Ann Johnson was majorette and Pat Mowrey was a twirler. Donna McLeese was president- of the Drum and Bugle Corps and Dolores Collins was- vice-president. David McNelly was president of the W Club. Ten seniors were in the Thespian Club. Six senior boys- Ivan Wilson, David McNelly, Don Gaddis, Tachie Navarro, Alvino Fig- ueroa, and Richard Kielhorn-received football letters. David McNelly received a gold football charm as an award for being chosen guard on the All-Northern football team. Taclhie Navarro, Ivan Wilson, and Don Gaddis received silver football charms for Honorable Mention. March 1, the senior class play, Out of the Frying Pan, was presented. It was the greatest financial success in the history of the high school. Eleven seniors were on the Viking Staff. Jack Grace, David McNelly, Tachie Navarro, and Alvino Figueroa received basketball letters. Ann John- son was president of the Art Club. Rosalie Curry, Peggy Doubek and Donna McLeese were members of the Dramatic Club. In the class there were fourteen who had been together since the first grade. Tlhey were Margaret Barker, Harold Campbell, Harvey Cottolendy, Alvino Figueroa, Jack Grace, Dick Kielhorn, Victoria Lizardi, Donna McLeese, David McNelly, Dora Manrriquez, Pat Mowrey, Tachie Navarro, Rosa Trueba, and Ivan Wilson. The Senior Hop was given April 27, and our lhigh school days were concluded with graduation on May 24, 1946. Billie Joe Guliedge, Class Historian. 12

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THE TUSAYAN SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the distinguished Seniors of 1946, in order to perpetuate our cleverness, talent, and mannerisms, do hereby draw up our final will and testament, bequeathing to those less favored these valuable gifts. Please use tlhem for the honor of dear old Williams High or be forever haunted by the memorable Class of '46. I, Harold Camplbell, will my ability to speak good English to David Mowry. I, Dolores Collins, leave my love for horses to Bonnie Blanton, knowing with it she won't be so afraid of them. I, Harvey Cottolendy, bequeath my size 13 cowboy boots to Phillip McDonald. May he grow to fit them. I, Alvino Figueroa, bestow upon Bob Starkovich my ability to play the trumpet. I, Donald Gaddis, will my full set of wihiskers to Mark Byrd, knowing that he will encourage them as they deserve. I, Jack Grace,' leave my ability to play nose poker to Marc Smith, hoping his nose won't get as large as mine. . I, Billie Joe Gulledge, bequeath my nickname, Frenchie, to Nancy Samson. I, Ann Johnson, bestow my Lauren Bacall look to Martha Melick, hoping it will make David happy. I, Donna McLeese, leave my ability to cihatter all the time to Jeanne Vick, knowing she' doesn't need it. I, Rosalie Curry, will my ability to become engaged in high school to Elaine Thomison. ' I, Margaret Barker, bequeath my platinum blond hair to Roxie Ralston, seeing that she already has- a good start. I, Esperanza Martinez, bestow my dimples upon Carmen Gamboa. I, Dick Kielhorn, leave my bashfulness to Johnny Tissaw, knowing he'll put it to better use. I, Victoria Lizardi, will my ability to type to Billye Joyce Keys. I, Bonnie Jean Williamson, bequeath my stepladder for getting into my locker to Sheila Williams, hoping it won't be too short. I, Harold Curry, bestow my SEE-GARS upon Gene Lovitt, with no intention of stunting his growth. I, Kathryn Dye, leave my pin-up boy, Bugs Bunny, the Wittlc Wabbit, to Naomi Whitted, knowing she will keep him in 'ikawotsf' CContinued on Page Fifty-Eight! 14