Bristol High School - Hilltopper Yearbook (Bristol, IN)

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Last Will and Testament of the Class of 1948 Page 16 We, the Senior Class of Nineteen Hundred and Forty Eight, being of sound judgement, but sick at heart and weary of mind and soul, in passing away forever our lives from Bristol High School, hope that our decaying memories will be buried with due respect along the peaceful St. Joe. This, we do hereby make, publish, and declare to be our last will and testament. FIRST: To the faculty, as a whole, we will better salaries, soft cushioned chairs, elevators to make climbing easier, anew school building and more cooper- ative students. SECOND: To Mr. Thompson, our sponsor, we leave the many precious memories of our days spent with him to cherish in the years to come. We also return his patience which was almost exhausted, and hope that next year's class will be more considerate and cause less headaches. THIRD: To the Juniors, we will the right to take their places as full fledged Seniors, all our used books, blank quiz papers, the lockers containing all our valuable junk, and the dignity which we forgot to use. FOURTH: To the Sophomores, we will the privilege of becoming Jolly Juniors , the carved up desks on which most of us have left our trade mark, and any overlooked cuds of gum that were hidden under them away from the eagle eyes of teachers. FIFTH: To the Freshmen, we will the right to throw their green coats at the luture Freshmen and make a desperate dash toward the Sophomore home room. fDon't slip on the way? OUR INDIVIDUAL WISHES FOLLOW: I, John Shorty Long, will my extreme heighth to Bing Messner, I'm sure it would come in handy next basketball season. I, Norman Baldwin Speedster Becht, will my ability to get my school work to my brother, Bruce. I have no suggestions on this matter. I, Marjorie Blond Bombshell' Kline, will my dignity to Thelma Chaffee. I'm sure she can use some. I, Jack Tardy Wood, will my ability to come in late every morning and get by with it to everyone who wishes to sleep late. I, Pat Speedy Thompson, will my ability to type stencils to next year's Hilltopper Herald Staff. I suggest you keep a huge supply of correcting fluid on hand at all times. I, Ralph Wart Kreischer, will my basketball ability to Jerry Carmien in hopes he will be able to help bring the team through to many victories. I, Mary Big Joke Wayne, will my ability to cut up in class and not get kicked out to Gene Morrison. Just keep the jokes flying. I, Sue Straight A Blood, will my ability to get good grades to Phyllis Smith. A headache powder might help. I, Don Tall, dark, and handsome Kane, will my Model A, sold to me by my brother, Art, to my smaller brother, Gene, in hopes of keeping it in the fam- ily. I, Betty Bouncing wth energy Royce, will my timidness to Bill Gayman. A little won't do him any harm. I, Harold If I must Roth, will my ability to get along with teachers to Red Green in hopes he can find the solution that I didn't find. I, Jim Heart Throb Carmien, will my wavy hair to Bud Hall. I suggest you try a Toni. I, Colleen Full of Pep Kennedy, will my ability to help cheer the team through for three years to Shorty Sommers. I suggest you try Wheaties. I, Max Romeo Mosier, will my ability to woo the girls to Bill and Bob King. Come around and I'l1 give you some lessons. I, Alice Editor in Chief Zinn, will my position on the Hilltopper Staff to next year's editor. I suggest you have plenty of paste, a pair of scissors, and plenty of patience. I, Paul The Silent Savage, will my silent ways to Pat Reynolds. I'm sure she could use some of them. I, Don Quiz kid, Jazz band Tait, will my good grades to Betty Peeples and my musical ability to Roy Kirkdorffer in hopes that he will settle down and make use of it. I, Charles, Lewie Bud Rimpler, will my ability to keep my girl friends a secret to Earl Congdon. It's simple, just don't go out.

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CL SS HI TUBY Listen my friends while I relate The history of the Class of '48, Early in September, year 1944 Thirty-four Freshmen entered the door At Bristol High, Indiana State. Some were short and some were tall But quality was the trait of all. Some were serious, others full of fun, Their high school career was just begun. With Ethel Hunter to smooth the hump, President was Ralph Kreischer, Vice President, June Stump. Jack Wood was secretary of this new class And Treasurer, Vivian Foreman, a bonnie lass. The main event of this first year Was the initiation, they had been told to fear, But when this was over, and a party returned They knew their place was truly earned. And they were now an important part, Accepted by upper-classmates, and just as smart. Numbering thirty-five when Sophomores they became They continued on their way to fame, With Mrs. Paulson to see them through There was nothing to hard for this class to do. Flora North was the President they chose, Vice President, Harry Hedges, kept them on their toes, Secretary, Sue Blood, had the activities to re- cord, And Treasurer, John Long, held the line they could afford. Study and hard work seems the sophmores lot, Much is learned, but soon forgot. Time flies, and again it was September, Twenty-nine returned, as I remember, In 1946-47 to Juniors be Adding a branch on the knowledge tree. This was to be an eventful year, So Mr. Thompson, whom they all hold dear, Was chosen to counsel and guide their wayg Over-see the Carnival and coach the play. Officers elected were President, Sue Blood, Vice President, Ralph Kreischer, a sportsman good, Secretary, John Long with the curly hair, And Treasurer, Colleen Kennedy, a maiden fair. The Junior Play, The Daffy Dills Was full of fun with stunts and thrills. The carnival was a huge success, Netting a profit and pleasing the guests. They decided then, Before the Senior Class de- parts, Let's give them a prom in the building of Four Art's.' On April 25 in Elkhart City, nearby, The best time ever to give them we will try. Then they realized the Junior year was o'er And of high schol they had just one year more. Twenty-two Seniors entered in the fall To make the last year the best one of all. Officers elected were President, John Long, Vice President, Don Kane, handsome and strong, Secretary, Harold Roth, they could depend on him, Vivian Foreman as Treasurer gave the vigor and vim. As sophisticated Seniors, they felt quite elated, But found much work their superiors had creat- ed. Initiate the Freshmen, concessions at basketball games to sell, Edit the Hilltopper Herald , and the Annual as well. In all school activities this class was on hand, Some played basketball, and others were in the band. All did their part to make the year a success, None were satisfied with less than the best. Stunt Susie Shoots The Works , a mystery play, Presented April 16, was a success in every way. In the closing days of school the usual things came to pass, The prom by the Juniors and Commencement at last. Surrounded by the class colors of maroon and white, They received their diplomas that memorable night. The motto, Before us lies the timber-let us build, Challenged them with dreams, still to be ful- filled. Though high school days were finished, life was just begun, And the start in dear old Bristol would help its course to run. This ends my story of the class of '48. Let good fortune be their fate, May they be true to their good name Their memory linger in the Bristol Hall of Fame. By - Sue Blood Page 15

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Last Will and Testament, Continued I, Lois The Quiet Kreischer, will my quietness to Dick Doutlick. Try a little bit at a time. I, Ray Muscles Rentfrow, will my manly build to Jerry Parker. Take a course from Charles Atlas. I, Floyd Always at your service Shafer, will my ability to get Bookkeeping to the future Bookkeeping classes. Try to find an answer book and all your prob- lems will be solved. I, Vivian Slap Happy Foreman, will my vocabulary of bright remarks and crazy ideas to next year's Humor Editor. Any resemblence to the truth is entirely coincidential. By - Vivian Foreman CL SS PBUPHECY A day in the not-too-distant future finds me with a bag of the Famous Sue Blood popcorn, comfortably seated in a large Chicago theatre watching a preview of coming events for the class of 48 . Glancing toward the orchestra pit I see-is it a plane? Is it a bird? No-it is Don Tait conducting the You Name It We Can't Play It Anyhow, orchestra, with Alice Zinn playing the piano. One of his featured attractions, Don Kane, is singing, Give Me Five Minutes More on the well-known radio station B. O., sponsored by Lifeboy. Next came a preview of the celebrated Jack Workhard Wood Circus, showing their famous animal trainer, Johnny Long. The brave Johnny was dash- ing madly around the lion's cage. Oh good! The lion didn't get him after all, Johnny squeezed between the bars. CJust in time! The spot light then focused on the trapeze artist, Betty Rolls Royce, who is dangling through the air with the greatest of ease. The suspense is terrific: I don't know whether the tent pole will hold up or not. When an intermission comes along I decide to get something to eat before the show continues. I stop at Paul Savage's Drive In. After lunch I had the good fortune to talk with Paul. He informed me that Floyd Banker Shafer, who had a very profitable business printing money, had retired to Sing Sing to spend the remainder of his life in peace and quiet. I was very glad to hear of Floyd's success. I still had some time before the Show continued, so I hailed a taxi and went to Foreman's Radio Station, Turn Me Off. I was just in time to hear Vivian's radio program, It Pays to be Ignorant, with her featured attaction, Vivian Fore- man. Having stayed this long, I couldn't pass up the chance to see the Queen for a Day . radio program. To my surprise Ray Toni Wave Rentfrow was the Queen. How he got there, I really can't say. As it was almost time for the afternoon show to begin, I hurried back to the theater. Upon taking my seat I noticed Marjorie Kline and Lois Kreischer. After talking to them I learned they are visiting in Chicago for a few days and have achieved their greatest ambitions of becoming housewives. It was time for the second act. As the curtain went up, the spot light center- ed on Pat Thompson and Colleen Kennedy, who sang When I Grow Too Old To Dream ! They certainly beat all the singers I ever heard. Next came a preview of one of America's leading Profesional Basketball Teams with the famous Sports announcer, Norman Becht. Max Mosier, the coach, had certainly achieved his ambition of having a great basketball team, and Ralph Kreischer was doing a wonderful job as center forward. Flash: Bud Lost-but-not-found Rimpler, tracer of missing persons', is now in the cavern looking for Clemetine. Keep up the good work, Bud. Next came a birds' eye view of the future Freshman Class of B. H. S. Harold Roth was busy teaching them Biology. I see reservations have been made for his vacation at Logansport. Well I guess I better catch my boat for Africa to recover from the strain of watching that show. P. S. Any resemblance to past prophecies of B. H. S. is purely their own fault. By: Mary Wayne Page 17