Avon High School - Boomerang Yearbook (Avon, IL)

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that she is to chew it all during their remaining high school years and it shall bring her wisdom as it did to me. I, Betty Lewis, do will and bequeath my good looks and my well-proportioned shape to Cynthia Sailer. I, Maribelle Lincoln, do will and bequeath my habit of getting peeved to Mary McVay with the understanding that she must only become peeved at the girls and never the boys. I, Lois Ogden, do will and bequeath my wonderful gab to John Wall, with the understanding that he talks the life out of people as I have done the past two years. I, Don Orwig, do will and bequeath my inquisitiveness to Anita Moon with under- standing that she shall not be a bit bashful about asking questions about other people's business. I, Ralph Parker, do will and bequeath my notions to play hookey to Bill Jackson, but he must understand that all the good time is to be had on the day he skipped and not the following day. I, Bernard Repp, do will and bequeath the only honorable position I held in high school to Roy Woods, with the understanding that he makes at least two touchdowns at every football game. I, Bill Wheeler, do will and bequeath my remarkable vocabulary to Barney O'Don- nell, providing he uses words which Webster never heard of. I, John Wingate, do will and bequeath my title of town shiek to Merlin Nichols, with the sole idea of making all the girls jealous of him. I shall no longer need it as I have reformed. Signed: THE SENIOR CLASS. Witnesses: Corinne Buck Helen Armstrong Dudley Donaldson Daniel Hiett Who's Who in Senior Class: Hair-Daniel Hiett. Eyes-Corinne Buck. Ears- Lois Ogden. Teeth-Vern Bricker. Physic-Betty Lewis. Sleep-Ralph Parker. Artistic-Bill Wheeler. Sense of Humor-Dudley Donaldson. Sense of Humor-Jane Grice. Dancing-John Wingate. Dancing-Veral Harrison. Music-Don Orwig. Lead- ership-Jack Baker. Leadership-Helen Armstrong. Athletic-Bernard Repp. Stud- ious-Albert Doyle. Twenty-seven

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CLASS WILL We, the Class of 1947, realizing that our time in Avon Community High School is limited and desiring to dispose of our choicest possessions hereby declare this to be our last will and testament, drawn up on April 1, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and forty-seven. I, Helen Armstrong, do will and bequeath my Physics notebook and all my old test papers to Roberta Powell with the mutual understanding that she makes bctter grades than I did. I, Jack Baker, do will and bequeath my ability to argue on any subject whether it be familiar or not, to Ronald Holsinger, providing he starts an argument in every class. I, Carl Berg, do will and bequeath my facial bloom during embarrassing moments to Bud Alden, providing that he blushes when spoken to and whenever a girl glances his way. I, Vern Bricker, do will and bequeath my darling little grin to Pauline Fullerton. I shall not longer need it as I am becoming hard-boiled. I, Marjorie Browne, do will and bequeath all my girl companions to Carl Bovard, with the understanding that he must make them all love him even if he has to use cave man stuff. I, Corinne Buck, do will and bequeath my ability to make dates with boys to Joann Reuter, provided that she learns what a date is from the dictionary. I, Maxine Clifford, do will and bequeath my ability to make wisecracks and have a quick answer to everything to Deloris Eaton with the understanding that she never makes anyone mad as I have done. I, Dudley Donaldson, do will and bequeath my Esquire Magazines to Charles Cannon, providing that he only looks at the highly respectable pictures. I, Albert Doyle, do will and bequeath my talent for studying and my quickness in giving answers to Adeline Ethington, with the understanding that she works as hard as I have and always keeps on the good side of the teachers. I, Billy Dwyer, do will and bequeath a portion of my shyness to Norma Jones, as I no longer need it. I thought it best to give it to someone who did! I, Ilene Gillett, do will and bequeath my ability to promote friendship with Billy Sailer to Marilyn Sorrells. I, Jane Grice, do will and bequeath my skating ability to Ray Lock. I have more than I need and it may gain him a position as a professional in the Skaters League. I, Vera Harrison, do will and bequeath my melodious voice to Mary Lois Murphy, with the idea in mind that she is to be as faithful as I was in attending football and basketball games and leading the yells. I, Dan I-Iiett, do will and bequeath my wad of chewing gum to Alberta Reihm, who will find it deposited under any desk. She must receive it with the understanding Twenty-six

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THE SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY THE STRANGE NOTE or WHO DONE IT! The night was dark! The city constable, Carl Berg, was making his hourly rounds when he stumbled over the body of Bill Dwyer. Immediately Carl phoned the Chief of Police, Bernard Repp. With a shaky voice Carl whispered, t'Call the Homicide, there's been a murder. The Homicide squad arrived in a short while bringing with them the head of de- tectives, Hawkshaw Don Orwig, and the world famous doctor and surgeon, Whack-It- Off Bill Wheeler. Taking his knife from between his teeth, Whack-It-Off whacks out the victim's heart and finding no beating, he pronounces him dead. Hawkshaw Orwig calls Digger Albert Doyle, the friendly undertaker. Digger Doyle arrives to the enchanting scene promptly. Digger walks happily over the body, removes the sheet from the face of the deceased Mr. Dwyer, saying in a grue- some voice, I love these kind of cases, the victim always looks so gay. As the body is being removed, Hawkshaw Orwig finds a clue. The Ace of Spades, which is the death card to all, was clutched in his dainty blood smeared hand. On the card was written Meet me at The Bucket of Blood when the clock strikes 12. Csignedr Bunny. The next morning the issue of the 'Sneak and Snoop Daily Newspaper, was smeared with the headlines, UBRUTAL MURDER AT THE BUCKET OF BLOOD. Maribelle Lincoln, the city editor, sends her trusty police reporter, Jerky Jane Grice, to cover the murder happenings. When Jerky arrives at the city morgue, she is immediately taken to Mr. Dwyer's elegant marble slab. As she is ushered in she sees Mr. Dwyer's fascinating secretary, Cuddles Corinne Buck, who is identifying the deceased. Jerky Jane jerks as she asks, What was Mr. Dwyer's business? He was a telegraph operatorf' was the tearful reply. Jane jerks again as she suspiciously asks, What were your connections with Mr. Dwyer?l' Miss Buck with tears Welling up in her eyes replied, I proposed to him just the other day, and he refused to accept because of the sudden shock. She added with a tear stained face, I must confess, it's been almost driving me crazy, he said something once, about using some of his telegrams to earn a little easy money, but he never mentioned whom he might be blackmailingf' That afternoon the District Attorney, Dog 'em Down Dan Hiett, the able Chief of Police Bernard Repp, 'tHawkshaw Orwig, the detective, t'Jerky Jane, the police reporter, and the noble lawyer Dillinger, Dud Donaldson, gathered for a fireside chat to discuss the facts of the case. t'The only clue we have, remarked 'tDog 'em Down, is the Ace of Spade, we found on the victim. At this critical period of brainy discussion in rushed John Lippy Lee Wingate and his 'tBelle of the Barroom Betty Lewis. 'tFellow graduates, friends, and countrymen, burst out Lippy, we have some information which pertains to the case you no doubt are discussing. Gulping some H20 and gasping some badly needed breath of air he continued, Belle and me, while Twenty-eight