Bippus High School - Bipponet Yearbook (Bippus, IN)

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Glass Will We the 1953 Senior Class of Bippus High School being of sound mind and body have prepared this, our last will and Testament. I, Mary Bannister, will my height to Maurice Frazee. I, Alice Muir, will my typing ability to Beverly Miller. I George Olson, will my bashfulness to Rodney Rooney. I, Sharon Garretson, will my long curls to Don Wagner, I, Deloris Miller, will my ability to participate in sports, to Charlene Urschel. I, Carl Frazee, will my sense of humor to Charles Poling. I, Marion Urschel, will my red hair to Shirley Wygant. I Carolyn Frazee, will my curly hair to Richard Shaffer. I, Don Sell, will my spelling ability to Bill Finton. I Fred Diefenbaugh, will my bashfulness on dates to Paul Landrum. 1 I, Connie Kaufman, will my shyness to Suzanne Stookey. I, Shirley Wholford, will my ability to get all my work done to Marie Zinsmeister. I Ben Reed, will my private advanced Algebra class to Peggy Smith, so she can get the highest grades in her class I, Floyd Hoch, will my ability to go steady with one girl to the Junior Boys. I, Nina Olson, will my blue dress to Shirley Wygant to make over in sewing class when her green one wears out. I, Susan Lancaster, due to the fact that Paul Leonhardt willed me his HOUR-GLASS figure, in turn will it to Suzanne Stookey. I, Carl Frazee, will my Levi's to Kenny Smith. I, Mary Bannister, will my typewriter frecently repairedj to Asa Bolinger so he can type as fast as Suzanne. I, Marion Urschel, will my ability to skip classes to Kenny and Richard. I, Sharon Garretson, will my quietness to Charlene Urschel. I, Don Sell, will my ability to work Trigonometry to Asa Bolinger, I, Fred Diefenbaugh, will my trapping and hunting ability to Kenny Smith. I, Ben Reed, will my position as hen-pecked yell leader to Rodney Rooney. I Carolyn Frazee, due to the fact that Barbara Emley willed me the use of the family car, in turn will it to Esther Snyder. l, Alice Muir, will my ability to be a giggle-box to Mr. Tilson King, I, Shirley, will my ability to stay in the library a whole period to read one newspaper to Richard Shaffer. I, Connie Kaufman, will my big appetite to Paul Landrum. I, Nina Olson, will the tuning screw on my flute to Suzanne so she can play in tune at the contest. We, Deloris and Susan, will our ability to sing in Science class, to Sandra Burton and Alice Altman. We, George and Floyd, will our ability to get down to business immediately in ball practice to next year's varsity candidates. We, the Senior class of 53 will our co-operative spirit with the Faculty of B. H. S. to the coming seniors of next year. We, the Senior Class, will to Mr. Tilson King, our excuse blanks as a reminder of our promptness and enthusiasmg to Mr. Harwood, our basketball team, to Miss Williams the remains of the typewriters after two years of typing, our overworked musical talents to Mr. Earl King, to Mrs, Swales, our promptness to pay our class duesg to Mrs. Wendel, our sponsor, the pleasure of directing class plays, and to Mr. Prout, the ability to keep the furnace in the shop under control. We, the Senior Class, will our fellowship and success to the Seniors of 1954, We, the Senior Class, will ------ leave. V w'..-V,g:: : ' S Mil I X ,gl 1 ,if , ... 5 , '7fi.vf5if2 -'1.z: f'

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Scniar 611155 Prophecy I'd like for you to know that life as the wife of a millionaire isn't all peaches and cream. The only real pleas- ure l've had since my marriage two years ago is my freedom to travel when and where I please without worrying where the next meal is coming from. In my travels I have renewed the acquaintances of many interesting people. For example, as I was walking down Fifth Avenue in New York the other day, I saw a large sign which read ALICIA'S BEAUTY SALON. Since I was in the market for a hairdresser, I went in to see about an appointment. I asked for the manager, and whom should I see standing before me, but Alice Muir, and old firend of mine. Alice hasn't changed a bit--she's still the same laughing Alice she was in high school, She told me that she was intending to close in fifteen minutes, and if I would wait, we could go up to her pent house apartment and talk over old times. Of course I'm not one to turn down an offer like that, so I accepted. When we reached her apartment she had her maid serve tea, and we talked about our old friends. Don't mis- understand me, there was no gossip, only a friendly discussion. She told me that she just got a letter from Susan Urschel fthe former Susan Lancasterj and that the children have the mumps. Marion III has them the hardest--on both sides I guess-but the girls were luckier. She says taking care of four patients with the mumps is hard on her patience. Incidently, she thinks she should have taken more than one course in practical nursing. Each one of the four children has red hair, just like their father. Marion, Junior is doing quite well on the farm, I understand. He belongs to the rich farmer class that Mr. Prout used to talk about so much. Oh you remember Joe Prout don't you? He taught social studies in high school. I-le is now teaching in a one-room school house in North Dakota. l-le has eight grades to teach and only twenty-one pupils. It seems he has settled down and has three sons, ages three, five and eight. Confidentially, I didn't think he would ever marry when he appeared to be so thoroughly disappointed in his love af- fair with Miss Williams, our high school typing teacher. Oh yes, Miss Williams is married and has given up teach- ing. . . after all, who could teach school with four-year-old triplets to take care of? Little George Junior is quite a mischievous one, I understand--like father like son! After about two hours of reminiscing, Alice and Ihad dinner and decided to go to the Broadway Play, Adven- tures of Handsome Harry. The star actor of the play was none other than Ben Reed, another school chum. We got a chance to talk to Ben backstage after the show and learned that the Harlem Globetrotters were starting on their European tour the following week, and that they had just purchased a new comic player. It seems this player is not only a commedian, but he is known for making baskets from any place on the floor. Ben didn't know his real name, for he has never revealed it, but he goes by the name of Sure-fire Sam on the hardwood. In the last few years it has become customary that before a basketball team leaves for a foreign tour it plays an exhibition game with its choice of the professional teams. The Globetrotters this year have chosen the Boston Celtics as their opposition, and Ben told us that the exhibition game was to be held the next evening in Madison Square Garden. Since Alice and I are basketball lovers, we decided to attend the game, and as the players were introduced, we recognized one of them. The Globetrotters' new player, Sure-fire Sam is none other than our old friend, George Olson. He always was one for clowning, and with that dark covering he puts on his skin before a game, no one knows who he is. George told us after the game that previous to this tour in his spare time he sang over station WBIP in Bippus, Indiana. He usually sings by transcription, but as he says, he only does it to please the home -town folks. Oh, yes, I almost forgot to tell you that Ben Reed is also Editor of the NEW YORK TIMES, and a star in the Metropolitan Opera House, besides starring on Broadway. He must be quite busy! The day after the exhibition game I stepped aboard my plane and started on my way to Chicago, for that was to be my next stop. I was quite surprised when a beautiful young lady dressed in furs asked my permission to sit down beside me, and when I looked up, I recognized her as Connie Kaufman. She told me that she was returning to Bippus since the death of her husband. Connie met Lemual Gordon about five years ago, and three months later they were married. Now, just two weeks before their fifth anniversary he just takes a notion to die. The gall of that man! It looks like he could have held out for a while yet. Well, anyway, Connie has certainly changed since her high school days. You remember how quiet and shy she was in high school, don't you? When she met and married Mr. Gordon, she became New York's leading socialite. Despite her position, she says she still manages to get to bed by 8:00 every night. That was the reason she gave to the reporters when she was voted Mrs. American in 1959. You know what that title means don't you?--That's right--the most beautiful married woman of the year! Quite a title isn't it, Connie? As for her future plans, Connie didn't have much to say. She is financially fixed for life--and then some, so she will probably just take it easy in her old home town. Connie told me that she had just received news of some of the kids from home. Take Carolyn Frazee for instance She is now the wife of Mr. Ralph fBogieJ Bannister, the famous TV star. Just three years ago she gave birth to identi- cal quintuplet girls. She has quite a family to take care of hasn't she? I'd hate to think of the quints getting sick, wouldn't you? She and Ralph fared pretty well though. You should have seen the gifts they got! A When I got off at Chicago, I went down town shopping. I was attracted by a large sign reading, Doctor Bannis- ter, Psychologist and Marriage Counselor. That sign interested me, because I had known a girl by the name of Ban- nister in high school, and wondered if there: cdld be any chance be any connection. I ascended the steps with little hope but a lot of curiosirfy, and was quite pfeasantlyzfurprisedio see my dear friend, Mary looking me in the eye -I . Q ' , I-K. '. .-