Bad Axe High School - Bad Axian Yearbook (Bad Axe, MI)

Page 31 text:

Page 21 CLASS WILL I, Arleene Jurgess, leave my stream-lined figure to my sister, Marilyn. I, Don Krohn, knowing that all great men die young, leave my long strides to Bob Crandall. I, Shirley Krueger, leave my ability to get out of town men to Mary Lee Gravelle. I, Leona Laslo, will my sense of humor to Peggy Gingrich. I, John Lawrence, leave my title of ‘Srrtoochie’ to Bob Kerr providing he lives up to it as well as I did. I, Murdock Leitch, leave my ‘blushing red locks’ to Pat McBride. I, Phyllis Little, will my mite size to Martha Powell. I, Alvin Long, will my worried look to anyone who can stand the strain. I, Elna Long, will my chewed nails to anyone with sharp teeth. I, Marjorie MacDonald, will my good times at the roller rink to Joan Murray. I, Emilie MacMillan, will my slow motion to Joan Shoemaker. I, Mable Jean McDonald, will my neat appearance to the up and coming freshmen. I, John McDonnell, leave my argumentative ability to Billy Whear knowing he will make use of it. I, Jessie McDowell, will my blushing ability to Nancy Protzman. 1, Iva McGeachy, will my freckles to Marjorie Patterson. I, Dolores McIntyre, will my impossible family of 12 to anyone with a strong mind. I, Joyce McIntyre, will my good times at Sheridan to Charles Wolschlager. I, Leslie McKnight, will my ability to ignore the girls to Dick Glass. I, Dale Meinhold, leave my poetic aptitude and my love for indigestible words and expressions to Fred Hass. I, Bill Murdock, bestow my cheerful disposition to all domineering sophomores. I, Jim Ney, will my ability to drink “orange pop” and hold it to Jim Kerr. I, Pete Ney, regretfully leave, if leave I must, my ways with the ladies” to Coach Dawe. I, Frances Piorunek, will my dislike for 'short men' to Shirley Anderson. I, Art Polk, will my wild thoughts to Duane Poole. I, Ray Wollenzien, will my five o’clock shadow to Jack Greyerbiehl knowing he needs it. I, VVillidean Willard, bequeath my state of perpetual boredom to Gloria Cole. I, Bert Yaroch, will my graceful dancing ability to all Bad Axe boys - make use of it men. I, Mildred Young, will my love for Elktonians to Eleanor Leavesley. To the Alumni, we cheerfully give seventy-five shining stars, knowing the former will be overjoyed. To the school in general, we leave our memories, both pleasant and otherwise. To the freshmen we give unrestrictedly the right to initiate the incoming freshies. To the sophisticated sophomores, we leave the right to hope that some day, they may be in the realms of the all powerful. The Senior Class. To the juniors, we leave the ability to irritate Frank Dechane. To the teachers, who made us slave through the four years of our reign, we give the knowl- edge that through their efforts we shall be better (?) men and women. Witnesses: Frances Piorunek Dale Meinhold Doris Hanson Elwyn Capling

Page 30 text:

CLASS WILL .Page We, the class of 1948, of the Bad Axe High School, City of Bad Axe, County of Huron, State of Michigan, being of sound mind and judgment (?) do hereby make our last will anti testament. I, Anna Mae Ahearn, bequeath to Joyce Keillor my quiet disposition. I, Mickey Alexander, leave my diplomatic ability to keep good relations between Pigeon and Bad Axe to Helen Jias. I, Herbert Anderson, leave my exclusive right of “ Jr.” to Russell Braden. 1, Howard Bailey, will my ability to talk all the time and say nothing to Edwin Sams. I, Frieda Becker, will my gootl times to Dolly Krohn. 1. Charles Becking, will my slim figure to Jean Brown. I, Elva Blair, will my naturally curly hair to Jackie Armstead. I, Charles Brown, will my manly physique to Chuck LaBelle. I, Bob Brown, will my line to any girl crazy enough to fall for it. 1, Elwyn Capling, leave to Marilyn Pariseau, the sunshine of my smile. I, Eddie Clark, leave my tardy blanks to Andy McIntyre. I, Arlene Codings, will my blond hair to anyone who can keep it curled. I, Chuck Corbishley, leave my love for my expression big deal to Lee Truax. I, Lorraine Cornett, will my job as Logan’s bookkeeper to anyone taking typing anti shorthand. I. Bill Discher, bequeath my basketball technique to Dick LeCronier. I, Dorothy Ducharme, will my job at Ney's to Jean Kavanagh. I. Clara Dzukola, will my knowledge of government to Earl Steadman. I, Arvilla Etzler, will my country laddie to no one. I, Beverly Filion, will my ability to study to Gloria Brown. I. Pete Flannery, will my glasses to anyone who can keep them clean. We, Doris Hanson and Rosemary Sullivan leave our enduring friendship to Pat Kavanagh and Faith McIntyre knowing they can use it. I, Helen Henny, will my class dues to Nancy Slack hoping she pays them. I, Pat Herriman, leave my title as football queen to any junior girl able to meet the quali- fications. I. Lillian Hill, will my last naipe to anyone who likes it, as I won’t need it much longer. I, Bobetta Hoin, will my knowledge of farm life to any greenhorn. I, Velma Polk, leave my interest in Ubly to Flora Hubbard. I. Beth Rapson, will everything I possess (except Ray) to Janet Wollenzien. I, Phyllis Rapson, will my ability to get the ‘buick’ to Marilyn Flannery. I, Faye Reichelt, leave, as an inheritance, my ability to get dates to Judy Davies who helped make them possible for me. I, Deloris Robarts, leave to those more unfortunate than I, my ability to bluff. I. Omar Robarts, leave to Pat Smith my bashfulness (may he profit by my gift). I, Don Rogers, leave my arduous duties of being class president to any ambitious junior. I, Don Sams, will my motto, “Few words are best”, to Bill Howard. I, Clarence Schadd, will my math ability to Alger Glaza. I, Joe Schwanitz, leave to ’Red’ McVey my great understanding (big feet). I, Helen Schwerin, bequeath my height to Joyce Knirs. I, Pat Shuart, bestow my use of make-up (?) to Ardeen Scott, not that Ardeen needs it though. I, Art Smith, will my farming ability to Jerry Harbin. I, Donna Mae Smithers, will my sincere appreciation to the teachers. I, Gayle Withum, leave to Mr. Logan the fluency of my tongue. I, Veronica Ignash, will my quiet observation to Joy Lash. I, Dale Jones, leave my pessimistic ways to Sally Clark.

Page 32 text:

HERE AND THERE J’age 28