Avilla High School - Panther Yearbook (Avilla, IN)

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SENIOR WILL We, the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Forty of the Avilla High School, of Noble County, Indiana, having been allowed to reside here for a period of time under the supervision of our favorite parent, the faculty, and feeling it is our duty to surrender the privileges that we have thus far enjoyed and being fully convinced that we are of a sound mind and memory, do make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament in the names following: ARTICLE I We hereby declare that all our lawful debts, expenses be paid by Mi ss Parsons. including all dues, bills, and funeral ARTICLE II We give and bequeath our qualities, abilities, and private accessories as follows: I, Glenn Riehm, hereby will my three pipes and package of Blue Boar pipe tobacco to Ralph Simon. I, J. C. Fisher, hereby will my ability to comprehend and appreciate Latin to any sucker who will take it. (Preferably Jud Sayles.) I, Lois Huelsenbeck, my faithfulness to my boy friends to Beverly Herberger and Phyllis Linville. I, Louis Lash, my ability to keep quiet and tell jokes, which never receive any laughs, to Claude Kennel. 1, Marilyn South- ern, my angelic nature in classes to Glen Bradley. I, Dolores Stonestreet, my position as cheer leader to Roberta Wineland. I, Mary fane Crothers, leave my treasury worries to Herman Davis. I, Aurelia Fortman, my lady- like manner to Cletus Ray. I, Marilyn South- ern, bequeath my talent for art to Violet Busch. I, Betty Schaefer, my enchanted giggle to Lorene Barrett and Annabelle Schlupp. I, Maxine DeHoff, give my love for a certain boy to Fern Rhodes. I, Raymond Sylvester, my belligerent nature to Doris Stephenson. I, Mike Walt, my cave-man ways to Paul Teders. I, Mary Jane Crothers, sacrifice my love for Robert Taylor to Gertrude Rynearson and Evelyn Jarrett. I, Kathryn Rice, will Joyce Weller everything I do not possess. I, Louis Lash, my ability to keep a full wallet to Argle Christ- lieb. I, James Ross, my Southern accent to Luella Gehring. I, Kathleen Walt, my interest in out-of-town boy friends to Luella Conrad. I, Mike Walt, my interest in blondes to Gene Cogan. I, Ruth Whonsetler, my tattered shorthand book to Christine Call. I, Lucille Wolf, my ability as a one man girl to Martha Kemerly. I, Vera Teders, my mad movie man- nerisms to Dorothy Myers. I, Daphne Harrod, hereby will my speech-making technique to Jack Febles. I, Glenn Riehm, my love for bright colors to Betty Yarian. I, Idress Hoot, my jitterbug hop to Donna Kistler. I, Ruth Whonsetler, my humorous disposition to Betty Acker. I, Clifford Parks, my executive ability to Stanley Pepple. I, James Meyers, my im- munity to Cupid ' s maladies to Pauline Imler. I, J. C. Fisher, while sane and half asleep will my Chevrolet to Harvey Preston, provided he will love and cherish and put gas into it. I, Leona Weller, will my six-toed-four-legged cat to Richard Blotkamp. I, Rosellen Fischer, my love of folk-dances to Patricia Knauer. I, Lucille Wolf, my ability to go diamond hunting to Dorothy Kistler. I, Catherine Huff, donate my shortness to Dean Cramer. I, Idress Hoot, my modernistic hair-do to Martha Beltz. I, Clifford Parks, my way with the women to Warren Sheets and William Lobdell. I, Leona Weller, will my scholastic ability to Russell Carteaux and Warren Blackman. ARTICLE III We bequeath to the oncoming senior class, our hilariously good times and bad papers. To the Hunkers in school who we hope are few, we bequeath our natural ambition and our thirst for knowledge. We leave to the student body all of our favorite rendezvous in the hall. To each faculty member we leave our memories, hoping they will be pleasant. ARTICLE IV We do hereby nominate and appoint Mr. Filer, the esteemed guardian of the school we have boosted for four years, to be executor of this, our last will and testament, hereby re- voking all former wills made by us. ptimony where unto we have set our hands and seal of this thep !k LcL fcwr..5? .ii 4-t- le testator, the Class of Nineteen Hundred Forty, as and for their fast will our presence, who at their request, in the presence of each other have and sworn p? before me as Notary Public, in and for said state and Tai the .,ucHy.i fcion expires April 23, President. Secretary. Notary Public.

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SENIOR CLASS Well, well, well, and whom do we have here? Oh, yes, haven ' t you heard? That ' s the Freshman Class of 1936 and ' 37; shy, timid-looking creatures, aren ' t they? Yes, we twenty-one little bashful freshies thus enter into the activities at good old A. H. S. Although a little backward, we soon over- come this and are going strong with our class sponsor, Mrs. Brown, at our head, Clifford Parks, president; J. C. Fisher, vice- president; and Idress Hoot, secretary-treas- urer. Of course, we could not let October pass without a Hallowe ' en party, and what a party! And now comes that most dreaded but yet much looked forward to event, the Freshman Initiation. My goodness! It really isn ' t so bad. Pie eatmg, pillow fights, box racing, peanut pushing and last of all, the grand reward, ice cream and candy. Look, who ' s here! The Sophomore Class of 1937 and ' 38, back for more! Must be last year didn ' t freeze them out. This year we have several new ones from LaOtto and elsewhere. We choose Miss Justice as our sponsor; Clifford Parks, president; Dolores Stonestreet, vice president; and J. C. Fisher, secretary-treasurer. We couldn ' t let October with its witches and goblins pass without a party. Of course, everyone comes masked and Clarence Bitzer walks off with first prize. We hold a Christmas party and exchange in December. We skip from De- cember up to April and here we are at Parks ' having a grand old out-door weiner roast. Gosh, what a night! Some of us think that we may have to park here at Parks ' all night, but we finally do get ' home. Not to be out-done by the students of previous years, we order our junior rings. ( ' What size, please? ) Thus, we come to the end of another grand old year. Back again and raring to g o! This year we boast the all-important number of twen- ty-seven. Under the leadership of our sponsor. Miss Sawyer, our president, Glenn Riehm, our vice-president, J. C. Fisher and our secretary-treasurer, Mary Jane Crothers, it looks like a very promising year. Follow- ing weeks of practice, we finally present our junior play, Aunt Susie Shoots the Works, which goes off with a bang. December again with its round of gayety and fun. And now we commence planning for probably the greatest event in our school life, the Junior-Senior Banquet. We carry out our theme, a Dutch garden, almost to perfection. It is the evening of the banquet and every- one, arrayed in his best bib and tucker, is having a lovely time. As we enter the cars, which will take us to the Paramount Theater, we notice that it ' s raining, but who cares? The evening is over and a wonder- ful time is had by all. As this, another school year, draws to a close, we look ahead and wonder what the next year with all its wonderful promises will bring. Three down and one to go! Here we are, twenty-four hale and hearty seniors back once more to enter joyfully into the activities at A. H. S. Election time again; we choose our officers as follows: Miss Parsons, sponsor; Clifford Parks, president; Lois Huelsenbeck, vice-president; J. C. Fish- er, secretary; and Mary Jane Crothers, treasurer. We decide on sweaters of ma- roon and gold since these are our class colors. Our class flower is the yellow rose and our class motto: The guide of life is common sense. Here it is October thirty- first, and we twenty-four excited seniors, looking our very best, are getting our pic- tures taken at the Cron Studios. As soon as our pictures are taken we will attend the Palace Theater. It is now November and we are having a weiner roast on the ball diamond across from the schoolhouse. Our name cards arrive early in December. We seniors put on a short skit entitled Santa Claus , and sing a song of our own origina- tion for the Christmas program. We start the New Year with an added member to our small group; we are now twenty-five. The cast for our senior play, Everybody ' s Crazy Now, is chosen, and the date of its pre- sentation is March twenty-eight and twen- ty-nine. March passes all too quickly and the play is over. It is a decided success. And now comes April, the greatest month of all to us seniors, the winding-up, as you might say, of our school life at A. H. S. A whirlwind of events follows: Baccalaureate, our trip to Ft. Wayne, Junior-Senior Ban- quet, last and by far the most important, Commencement. Having received our di- plomas we thus depart from A. H. S. We go, but the good times we had and the learning we absorbed shall live in our memories forever. So long, A. H. S.!! It was fun while it lasted. Page 12

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CLASS PROPHECY OF 1940 In their luxurious and modernistic apartment in Manhattan, Kathleen ' Walt, internationally famous dress designer, and Lucille Wolf, star of Oh Johnny , latest hit show on Broadway, are awaiting the arrival of their guests, the Class of 1940. Shall we listen in? Well, look who ' s here! — J. C. Fisher, eminent horticulturist, and with him is his wife, Lois Huelsenbeck, who served as his secretary for many years. — And that famous pianist, Ruth Whonsetler, who plays in the all-girl orchestra conducted by Dolores Stonestreet, just came in. Ruth and Dolores have just finished a successful tour of the United States and plan to appear soon at the Rainbow Room here in New York. — Hurry, and open the door, Lucille; I believe I just saw Daphne Harrod and Leona Weller get out of a taxi in front of the building. Hello, Daphne, aren ' t you the president of Vassar College? Leona wrote me that you were when she sent me a copy of her latest book of the year, The Phantom Strikes . — And here are the newly-weds, Mr. and Mrs. James Meyer. Why, didn ' t you know Idress Hoot was the yell-leader there at Dartmouth College until she met its Latin professor? — Excitement galore whenever those two eligible bachelors, Mike Walt, president of Trans- continental Western Airlines, and Glenn Riehm, his technical adviser, walk in with Mary Jane Crothers, better known to movie goers as Bette GlaMour, the queen of the cinema world. — And the engineer that is building a bridge from New York City to Long Island took time off to come to our party. Re- member him? Raymond Sylvester, and he brought along his fiancee, Rosellen Fischer, who was a former Follies girl. Shh — this is secret, but they plan to be married when Raymond finishes this job. — Girls, get your hair ready for here is Betty Schaefer who is coiffure stylist at Antoine ' s Beauty Salon. — Why, Marilyn Southern, when did you return to New York? I thought you were still painting abroad! Do you plan to open your studio in Greenwich Village soon? — Excuse me, but whose cute little dogs are these? Oh! They belong to Mr. and Mrs. James Ross and their performing dog troupe. Wasn ' t she Kate Huff? — Kate Rice is around somewhere. She left Panama to be here at the party. She helps her husband in his missionary work down there. — Vera Teders, where did you get that diamond? From a neighbor! So you still like farming, or farmers? — In case anyone is taken sick we have with us Aurelia Fortman, head nurse at the Metropolitan Hospital here in New York. — If everyone is here, we shall go in to dinner. — Oh, wait! The former Maxine DeHoff, famous lecturer and world traveller, is coming with her always late husband, Louis Lash, who is still trying to fix a tie which he bought in one of his own department stores. So after going to dinner and a theater, the guests will attend one of New York ' s smart supper clubs owned by Clifford Parks, who is also president of the Society of New York Playboys. To the Class of 1940 are extended all the happiness, success, and good luck in the world. May you reach the top rung in the ladder of success where fame and fortune await each of you in THE FUTURE YEARS. Page 14