Blend High School - Memories Yearbook (Blend, IL)

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 THE CLASS WILL By Leona Kapusta As wc, the graduating class of nineteen hundred and forty-six, prepare to leave our dear Alma Mater and tread life’s mysterious “carpet,” we do hereby make and publish our will. To our teachers, who have been our guiding lights through our four years, we leave our sincere thanks and hopes for their continued success and happiness. To our sponsors, Mrs. Toigo and Mr. Corgiat, we wish to express our thanks. To the Juniors, who will follow in our footsteps, we give the title Seniors and wish them the best of luck. To the Sophomores we give the right to be called Juniors and the perseverance to continue successfully to their ultimate goal. To the Freshmen is granted the title, Sophomores, and every encouragement to continue onward to achieve success. To those who are about to enter this portal of higher learning we extend a hearty welcome and the right to be known heretofore as Freshmen. To the following students and any others whom it may concern we leave these attributes: I, Dario Cova, bequeath my Frank-Sinatran appearance to Johnnie Lolie. We, Leo Lolie and Ray Turcol, willingly give our “Just a little on the chubby side” characteristic to anyone who wants and needs it. I, John Bednar, leave a few inches of my height and my record of having a size 10 1 2 ring to my brother, Bobbie. We, Myrna Craddick, Dolores Fuso, and Genevieve Cordera, leave our vocal talent to anyone qualified to receive it. I, Ruth Waltis, give my height and blond hair to Olga Motika. I, Bill Berutti, bequeath my love of chewing gum to Martin Berutti. We, Esther Barnabe and Loreta Antonucci, bestow our skill in athletics on Violet Ferjancich and Jeannette Jasinsky. I, Fred Schwappach, give my height to Jackie Bertagnolli. I, Annetta Corgiat, will my long, dark hair to Mary Dugan. I, Dolores Chiado, grant my skill in cheering our boys to victory to Dolores Perla. I, Gloria Valerio, bequeath my gay disposition to Mildred Lutz. I, Edward Ruffatto, will my ability to mispronounce words to Charles Novak. I, Mike Chipkar, give my shortness in stature to Ronald Carney. Wc, Andy Kalvin and Eugene Castiglione, leave our outstanding achievements in football to “Cub” Contratto and Mike Cebra. I, Frances Morris, will my quietness in speaking to Dolores Mazenko. I, Darlene Adams, bequeath my tininess to Lillian Shimkus. I, Anita Fiorio, bestow upon Wilma Paolino my calm and reserved manners. I, Leland Fassero, will my dark, wavy hair to Russell Stigler. We, Catherine Griglione and Eleanor Denny, give our constant companion- ship to Joyce Badstebner and Wanda Hicks. I, Walter Morris, grant my oratory skill to Sherman Williams. I, Adolph Borgini, will my fondness for G. I. haircuts to Glennie Targhetta. I, Donald Herman, leave my sense of humor to Louis Audi. I, Pete Perino, bequeath my basketball ability to Jack Hickey. We, Margaret Lesko and Helen Frinsko, will our. blond hair to Angeline Cordera and Phyllis Taylor. I, Joe Pcllock, bestow upon by brother, Mike, my love for the great outdoors. I, Leona Kapusta, bequeath my accuracy in typing to Marilucille Tannette. We, the Seniors, being of sane mind (we hope) sign and seal this will on this thirty-first day of May.

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CLASS PROPHECY By Gloria Valerio Some very strange spirit has given to me, A very strange power, I think you’ll agree, That the future of my classmates I may foresee, And that’s how I yrote our class prophecy. So, stop, my friends, and listen to me, Listen before this spirit does flee, I’ll tell you what each of us will be, As in the vision our futures I see. Dario Cova is in the White House now, He proved he knew his “oats”. Imagine his taking the President’s vow! (We wonder where he got the votes.) With the President I hear Leo Lolie talking. And this is really good news! “Say, Pres,” he says, “If you’re goin’ out walkin’, Do you want I should polish your shoes?” Esther Barnabe is old and gray, But inactive by no means! ’Twas basketball she used to play, Now, it’s pinball machines. John Bednar has developed a manner that’s quiet, He’s soft-spoken as a Quaker. But, after all, one can’t cause a riot If one chooses to be an undertaker. Catherine Griglione has taken first place At the top of society’s list. She stands out in the liquor race As the greatest prohibitionist. Ray Turcol can catch a crook in no time, For of all detectives he’s the best. The symbol of his war against crime Is the star he wears on his vest. A portrait of Mr. Bertetti I see, And it’s a beautiful one at that, Because it’s Helen’s artistry. (And because he’s wearing a hat.) Out in the woods and all alone Where there’s not a single care, Joe Pellock, the ventriloquist, can make his home For he practices with the birds there.