Batavia High School - Chieftain Yearbook (Batavia, IA)

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Senior Class Will We, the Senior Class of Batavia High School, in the year of one thousand nine hundred and fifty-four, being of sound mind and body, do hereby make this our last will and testament. I, Dwight Cochran, do hereby will my position on the basketball team to Billy Campbell and my typewriter to Leron Leazer. I, Jim McNiel, will my 38-Ford to Mr. Woods for a future school bus and pass on my desk with Skim's Little Hot Rod to the next person who sits there. I, Pug Davis, will my bowlegs to Leron Leazer, and my ability to go to sleep in school to Jerry Fleming. And my 40-FORD TO ALL THE POOR CHEVROLET guys. I, Joanne Abernathy, will my iob as cheerleader to Joan Cook and my gum popping to Betty Wood. I, John Whitmore, will my ability to study and like the teachers to Joe Ornduff, and my am- bition to PLAY HOO KY, fbut I hope you are lucky enough to get by with itl. I will my ability to type, if any, to Pud Leazer. I, Harley McCleary, will my ability to sleep between classes and gaze out the window to Billy Campbell, and I also will my ability to get along with Mrs. Abplanalp to .Ierry Fleming. I, Katherine Mairet, will my ability to cut a stencil to Marlys Sommer, and my seat by the window to Melvin Whitmore. I, Janice Major, do hereby will my ability to disagree with anybody to .loan Cook, and my ability to play BASKETBALL to anybody who can use it. I, Tom Curray, will my old '40 FORD to Larry Peebler and my typing ability to Kay Hill. I, Nancy Walker, will my iob as the editor ofthe annual to Melvin Miller, and my ability to play basketball to Dixie Swartz. I, Bob Briggs, will my ability to tear up 3 to 4 desks a year to Larry Peebler, and my liking of sports to Duane Goff. l, Barbara Six, will my height to Betty Wood and my gum popping to Patty Humble. To the Freshmen, we will our ability to get nothing accomplished in our class meetings. To the Sophomores, we leave our ability to get along with the teachers. To the Juniors, we will the last row of seats by the windows and the cold pipes. I I4

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Class Prophecy lcon't. I After I left Bob, I drove down through New Mexico and out in the desert, miles from nowhere, I ran out of gas. I got out and was trying to flag down a car, when I saw a man coming toward me riding a horse and leading a burro. He came over to see what was the matter. As he came nearer, I thought he looked familiar and much to my amazement, it was Tom Curray. Tom told me he was going into town, which was about ten miles away, to get some supplies, as he was a prospector and was going out to see if he could find some more gold. It seems as though three gold mines aren't enough for him. Tom took me into town on his burro. I got some gas and finally got started on my way again. I stopped in the next town to get some more gas. Ps I was about to leave a big Cadillac convertible pulled up, and out stepped the one and only, Jim McNieI. I went over and started talking to him. Jim told me that he now owns a 2000 acre cattle ranch. He said that he married but isn't a father, yet. I stayed overnight with Jim and started out the next morning. The next state I went to was Ixbvada. I was driving along, when I came to Reno. I saw a big sign that read, Whit's PIace . I went in and it was a big night club. I saw a tall, slender fellow, with girls all around him. I walked over closer and saw it was my old buddy, John Whitmore. I finally got a chance to talk to John. He told me that he owned the place and was doing right well, as I could seel I visited with John for awhile and then headed back for Iowa. I got back to Iowa and headed for Batavia. On the way to Batavia, a big, black Lincoln convertible passed me and when I got to Batavia there was the Lincoln and also my old class- mate, Harley McCleary. I pulled up beside him and stopped. I talked with Harley for awhile. Harley told me that he is now president of the Dexter Washing Machine Company in Fairfield. He said that he is married and is living in Fairfield. I went up to the north end of Batavia and saw a large grocery store and gas station com- bined. I went in md there was Dwight Cochran. Dwight said he now owned it, and that he is married and has three children. I, Pug Davis, having fulfilled my promise to my classmates of l954, bade good -bye to Iowa and went back to my wife and sixteen kids, down on my cattle ranch in Argentina, South America. I3

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Class Poem We are the Seniors of '54, And graduation time is here once more. We number thirteen in our last year, A description of each follows here. Joanne Abernathy is kind of quiet. When you see her skate, you want to try it. Nancy Walker is the studious one in our class, We know she'll find happiness that will last. Joanne Webb plays in the school band, When a friend needs help, she'll lend a hand. Janice Maior is happy-go-lucky and funny, Someday she'll marry a man with a lot of money. Barbara Six isn't much over 5 ft. l, But, nevertheless, she's a lot of fun. Katy Mairet is an enthusiastic sports fan, When her favorite makes a point, she thinks it's grand James McNiel is tall and slim, All his friends call him Jim. Dwight Cochran is quite a riotg When he 's around, it's never quiet. Harley McCleary has a car, And with his iob is going far. Robert Brigg is a very good athlete, In any sport he 's hard to beat. John Vlhitmore is a freckle-faced kid, lf he says he didn't do it, you know he did. Thomcs Curray doesn't usually have much to say, But he will be a big success in life someday. James Davis is always talking, You notice his bowlegs when you see him walking. I5