Abington Friends School - Outward Bound Yearbook (Jenkintown, PA)

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Class VW!! ana' Testament . . . We, the Class of 1950, being usually of sound mind and physically wrecked, do declare this to be our last will and testament and do hereby bequeat Helenels argyles to Jane Kniveton. Lynn's numerous ways of remembering things to Linda Hano. Mary' Jane's love of monkeys to Miss Tees. Joan's love of ranch life to Audrey Roberts. Barbara Hartman's daily popsicles to Margie Craig. Jean's careful driving to jean Nicholas. Bobbie's Wonderful open houses to those in search of good food and lots of fun. Ginny's brand of boisterousness to Sue Kaiser. Gweifs chemistry questions to Evelyn Breuninger. Clairels quips to Trudy Putney. Barbara Ruclfs dislike of dissections to future biology classes. Stefannieis flustrations to Jane Coburn. Elinor's sisterly advice to the eighth grade. lx Dottie's knowledge of all the latest tunes to Paula Subin. h the following: The Senior Class leaves its unique class meetings to all future class presidents. The Seniors leave the junk around their room to the Salvation Army. The Seniors leave all the time spent in preparation of their yearbook to the Junior Class so that they will not have to rush to get theirs out. The Seniors leave . . In Witness thereof we set our hand and seal this ninth day of June, l95O. Twenty-eight the Seniors

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Prophecy but after my first patient died, I quit. Elinor, you finished nurses' training and were rewarded for your efforts by being elected 'Miss Pill-Giver of l955'. Oh, yes, I remember, that was the year I married a doctor and began raising little 'Pill-Givers? You know where I began my ex- perience as a nurse? says Elinor. Giving bed- baths in Home Nursing at A. F. S. Here she is interrupted by a strange sound. c'Gwen Mable, do you think that's appropriate for this climate? inquires Elinor as she puts another hot dog over the fire. This is neither the time nor the place for playing a harp. Thatls what people do when they go the other way. What's this place coming to? I'm sorry to disturb you, Elinor, but I'm still trying to help Helene stay in tune. She never could sing on key, but at least she was original. Helene can sing some notes that Mozart hasn't even heard aboutf' But Gwen points out that she didn't teach Helene the fine arts of music all the time. When she wasn't helping her, she would be out at the Phillies ball park. It was my ambition to teach Del Ennis how to appreciate a curve at a piano. But Helene took up most of my time. When Helene Wasn't practicing scales, she would manufacture argyles with Dottie. You bet, replies Dottie, as she puts a marshmallow on the end of her pitch-fork. We were the best in the business. It grew so large that we had to form a knitters' union, L. Lewis was the president. VVe started a lot of new uses for argyles. Our biggest invention was argyle diapers. Down here there is no need for them as the cli- mate's too hot. Itls even too warm for this red devills suit I knitted. Cn earth, our biggest user of argyle diapers was Stefannie. She certainly did fulfill her ambition of being a mother. I sure did, replies Stef as she stokes the fire. When I left A. F. S., I had no one to pyschoanalyze, and I just couldn't get along without anyone's mind to read. So I decided to raise a large family and have lots of kids to work on. 'gHaving all those monsters seems like too much trouble, says Claire, reclining on a mound of coal. My whole life was dedicated to the manufacturing of labor saving devices. I invented a robot that did all the housework. It also in- cluded a radar system that would guide my children to and from school on its beam. This system also aids in checking up on the where- abouts of your husband. But my best invention was a collapsible car which I could drive intothe house. This way I don't have to walk up the steps. It even drives under water, so I took it up to Canada via the Great Lakes. Guess whom I saw up there? Joan Geiger. She looked sharp in her Royal Canadian Mounted Police Uni- form. Ever since the summer of '49, Joanie's heart has belonged in Western Canada, and I don't think her affections were just for the scenery. Joan, like all good mounties, was out to get her man. Didn't you want to be a model, Joan?,' Yes, but I'd rather be a model wife. Say, there's one member of the class missing, says Joan after she finishes counting the pitch- forks. Chl here she comes nowl Hello, Bobbie Herzog. Why were you late? asks Joan. 'CI couldn't leave earth until I finished auditing the books at the bank, is the answer. I hoped, after I left Abington Friends, my worries about balancing the books would be over. I would have been here yesterday, but when I went to Heaven I didn't find any of you kids. So I knew it wouldn't be heaven if my old pals from Abington Friends weren't there waiting for me. At this moment a voice is heard shouting, Special boat back to earth. Anybody care to go? Evidently Satan has decided to give some of the people a second chance. But the class of ,SO settle themselves around the fire again and start another round of hot dogs. Twenty-:even

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earning tower. 'lmt's eookin' F 'l10USZl11Cl-lCggCl'. aw 'n IVISLW. Cot Rod Bohmer. unking at Medford , Lakes. ill 'er up. l buy old teeth. 'ollin' around. Hpcrationz Senior Prom ook out below, Barb! ig time Operator. ookworms. lhank you, M1's. W Fleming! ,in't nobody here but us chickens. 'ou donlt say! lynn gets Coy with Miss CC Bickel? Cousin.