Borden High School - Echoes Yearbook (Borden, IN)

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10 A33: We, the Senior Quartet, tbetter known as The Moaning Mumblers l do hereby will and bequeath to Mr. Trainor, Mr. Hollenbach, Mr. Craig, and Mr. Clashman, our charming voices. We, the Senior Boys, do hereby will and bequeath our ability to hate all girls texcept a fewl and our bachelor ways to the Junior boys. We, Meleta, Vivian, and Nettie, do hereby will and bequeath our ability to leave the boys alone and remain old maids to Darylene and Katie. We, the Senior Class, hereby nominate William Howard Clashman, Principal of wm. W. Borden High School,to be the executor of this LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT in whose witness we hereby sign our names this twelfth day of May, One Thousand Nine Hundred and Fifty of our Lord.

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105 A339 I, VERA JACKSON, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to play the piano to Naomi Coats; the chewing-gum mess stuck under my seat to wesley Carter; and my typing ability to Donie Jordan; I, EDWARD KIRCHGESSNER, do hereby will and bequeath my genuine waves tl3i in all-guaranteed to withstand any kind of weatherl to Rudy Cook; and my share of the back seat in Ottis wright's Flying Fliver to Joe Huber. I, EMIL KIRCHGESSNER, do hereby will and bequeath to Mr. Trainor, some of my abundant red hair tso along with his temper it will help to keep the Math Room warm next winterl; and to Dale Naugle, my stringless violin tit sounds so much better that wayl. I, JUDY MARRS, do hereby will and bequeath my personality traits to Naomi Coats; my big feet to Melvin Rosenbergergand my ability to mind my own business to Joe Huber. I, MARILYN McKINLEY, do hereby will and bequeath my deep base voice in the dignified Senior Quartet to Frita.Fisher, and my ability to draw my teacher's pictures twith a little exaggerationl to Lavone Hooker. I, DONNA NONE; do hereby will and bequeath my ability to find and keep the same man for two years to Rosella McKinley; my yard-long saddle oxfords to any horse that they will fit; and my big brown eyes tglasses with theml to Darylene Whggoner. I, RAMONA NICHOLSON, do hereby will and bequeath my Bugs Bunny teeth talso a earrotl to wesley Carter; my black hair and blue eyes to Donie Jordan; and my shorthand book with a year's supply of aspirins to Lenora McKinley. I, JERRY WATERFILL, tea the one-end-only dignified seniorl do hereby will and bequeath my odd characteristics of being brainless to Melvin Roeenberger, and my ability to understand people to Dale Naugle. I, NETTIE WATSON, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to keep away from trouble to Rudy Cook, and the pieces that are left of my new seat in the Senior Row to Doris Naugle. I, OTTIS WRIGHT, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to go downstairs teix steps at one time without bending my kneesl to the Seventh grade boys; and my extra Democrat buttons to Mr. Trainor. We, the Senior Class, do hereby will and bequeath all of our books twhich were used only to make our seats higher and to fire the furnace during the coal strikel to the teachers of B. H. S.

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105 G339 June 11, 1970 Dear Diary, What a day this has turned out to be! This was the first day of my vacation for an excursion and a return visit to Borden, my home town, in fifteen years. After I packed my bags and said goodeby to the President tmy wifei,the First Wbman President of the United States,I headed toward the Union Station where I boarded a train for Lake Louise, Canada. As the train moved out of the station, the conductor came through my coach to collect tickets. When the conductor stopped at my seat, tbelieve it or noti I saw Edward Kirchgessner. He was achieving his lifelong desire -to ride a train. He told me that his wife gave him his first ride on a train for his twenty-first birthdaygand he liked his ride so well that he just stayed on and worked his way up to be the conductor while his wife was the engineer. we had a nice little chat about our old classmates from Borden High School. He told me that Annile Marie, the famous novelist, had ridden in this same coach just last week. I did not have the slightest idea whom he was talking about; and when he saw the puzzled expression on my face, he explained that I knew Miss Harie by the name of Anna Mary Coats. He told me that her novel Characters 2g Daisy Hill won the fiction award as the best-mritten nightmare o ' . Ed did not stay to talk longer, for he had to collect more tickets. Since I do not know anyone else in the coach,I am going to climb into my berth and get some sleep because tomorrow I arrive in New York. June 12, 1970 Dear Diary, I arrived in New'York late this afternoon. After I checked my bags and left the station, I decided to take a stroll about town. When I grew tired of walking, I decided to get something to eat. Ithad noticed some very good-looking restaurants earliers and went back to where I had seen them. The first one that I came to was Ye 01' Red Balloon , a French- type sidewalk cafe. From within I heard the most beautiful music; and when I stepped inside, there was Hadenoiselle La Accordian thetter known to me as Ramona Nicholsoni, playing her famous arrangement of Twelfth Street Rag. After her act she came over to my table, and we had a long talk about old times. She told me that Vera Jackson was in New York and was working at the New York Stock Exchange. In fadt,she was a broker for the Borden Cabinet Corporation, which had outgrown the small building in Borden and now had