Bushnell High School - Replica Yearbook (Bushnell, IL)

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I. Richard Pilling, bequeath my glassy pompadour to Perk Havens. I, Wilbur Paul, bequeath Mary Ruth Porter to anyone who can keep her temper down. I, Vern Urum, bequeath my privilege of chewing gum in History class to anyone who can get as much mileage as I. I, Kay Weaver, bequeath my changing voice to Max Cadwalder. I, Fred Ublander, bequeath to anyone wishing to risk their lives my Love Chariotf, I, Virginia Vanell, bequeath my quietness to Dana Dimmit. I, Herbert Jones, bequeath my seat in study hall to anyone who can keep it as long as I have. I, Marge Havens, bequeath to Evelyn Laux my wavy tresses. I, Edith Izer, give unto anyone needing it my quiet disposition. I, Lucille Miller, leave to Burdette Stremmel my knowledge of shorthand. I, Mary Caroline Sperry, bequeath my knowledge of square dancing to Maxine Inman. I, Marge Sperry, bequeath 111y interests in the Douglas family to Martha Hope Brewbaker during my time spent in Canada. I, ,Iohn Ball, bequeath to ,Iohn McQueen my gift of gab in History. I, Mary Baughman, bequeath to Mary Williams my shy glances. I, Robert Bricker, give unto Lola Stelfey my shy habit of blushing. I, Luke Marcum, bequeath my woman hating attitude to Bob Fawcett. I, Ivan Mahr, bequeath my ability to play the guitar to Tony Rosso. I, Vera Moore, bequeath my finger-waving ability to Kate Kane. I, Marian Morris, give Bill to anyone who will take good care of him. I, Stanley Oakman, bequeath n1y ability to put pep in the student body to anyone as good as I am at the job. I, Ruth Stoddard, will unto Fern Lynn my excellent French knowledge. I, Glennola Swartzbaugh, will unto Mary Cheesman my abundant curls. I, Roberta Welch, bequeath my dramatic talent to Mary Lee Harris. I, Frank McKenzie, bequeath my knowledge of butter and eggs to John Bobbin. I, Margaret Mary Burke, bequeath my many narrow tardy escapes to Dale Yvingate. I, Dorothy Burkett, bequeath my artistic ability to Sarah Lybarger. I, Anna Clower, leave to .Iohn Roan my little sister, Edith. I, Evelyn Hinman, bequeath my red hair to Sarah Roach. I, Abbie Whislcr, bequeath to Harriet Pinkley a position in the old maid's home. I, Marvin Watt, bequeath my place in the band to anyone who can play as well as I. I, Alyce Burton, bequeath my permanent wave to Louise Brown. I, ,Iohn Burke, do will and bequeath my nonchalance to Lucille. This, we declare to be our last will and testament. SIGNED, This sixth day of May, nineteen hundred and thirty-two. THE SENIOR CLASS. WilllfPSSPd by: ARTHUR ORUM, ARNOLD LoMAx. 27

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Class Will I We, the Senior Class, being of sound mind, hereby declare this to be our last will and testament. We hereby appoint Richard Sperry as executor of this will. FIRST: The executor of this will shall pay all our just debts, including funeral expenses and matrimonial fees. SECOND: We bequeath to the Board of Education the assurance that ill sending forth such a class of '32 the long Republican administration and Japanese-Chinese War need not be feared, because our glorious nation under the Stars and Stripes shall be put on a more substantial foundation by our class members as citizens. THIRD! We, the Seniors, do will and bequeath to the faculty our good behavior on all occasions. FOURTH: To the ,luniors we do bequeath our priority in the traffic jams of the halls. To the Sophomores, we leave all gum adhering to the desks and halls around school. To the Freshmen, we will the goal which we reached after four years of labor. FIFTH: We make these personal bequests: l, Glenn Garvin, bequeath Iny ability as a cartoonist and general fun-maker to Arnold Lomax. l, Emmett Lantz. bequeath my love for my Work to anyone who is interested. l, Harold Goodman, will my Sophomore popularity to anyone good-looking enough to keep it. l, Earl Gordinier, will unto Arthur Urum my manly stature. l, Kate King, bequeath my frequent trips to the office to Dorothy Emory. l, Mary Doner, bequeath my grown-up ways to Marilyn Shryock. l, Sara Beth Helfrich, bequeath n1y incessant giggling to Eileen Moore. l, Adrienne Cox, will unto Leila Garvin my secret of remaining short. l, Harold Hall, bequeath my position as gigolo to Teddy Spangler. l, Elysabethc Bobbitt, bequeath my out-of-town interests to Rowena Wells!- be careful Lefty! I, Marshall Douglas, will unto Willialn Powless my ability to tickle the ivoriesf' l, Clyle Wheeler, bequeath my love of solitude and horror of women to Dick Sperry. l, Ed Kessler, will to Shorty Herron my position as a Senior providing he ever attains that degree. l, Paul Roark, do bequeath unto Whistle Vincent my entire ownership of the driver's seat in Burton's truck. l, Noel Roberts, give unto Milmeola Worden my powers of argument and song. l, Keith Lovell, will all my heart troubles to Bruce Bricker. John Pensinger, will my sweet disposition to Don Langley. Lyle Sperry, bequeath my rosy complexion to Ercell Watson. l, Mary Snell, bequeath Iny flashing smile to llah Endres. l, l.ena Huffman, will my dates to Wanda Lee Berry. l, Mamie Rose Worden leave Iny avoidance of flapperisln to 'l'onnny Mart-um. I. L 26

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Class Prophecy I It was a sultry day. In the afternoon I was sitting on the balcony trying to forget the smothering heat which envelops the island of Formosa. Lying in the tropical region, it has an indolent picturesque people made up of Nomadic tribes of fortune tellers, and fruit peddlers. l had become so accustomed to their pleadings for permission to reveal the future to me that they no longer bored me. As I was idly day-dreaming, l suddenly noticed a very peculiar or unusual looking woman. She was a native but yet she held lne by her striking appear- ance. She was a more delicate, refined type than the many who went babbling and chattering by my door. Under her arm she carried a large hook, held to her body hy a queer woven strap. l gazed at her and finally our eyes met. She turned and came directly toward me. l started from my chair for I felt that her presence foreboded something unusual. She begged to tell my fortune. Uh, you could tell me nothingf' She did not shrug her shoulders with native indifference, but made me captive of her eye and said: H1 could tell you the thing which is foremost on your mind. No, I laughed. Slowly she said, You have been thinking all afternoon of your old class- mates from the class of 'thirty-two'. I grasped at the arms of my chair, and then hated myself, for having shown lny feelings. Finally, I decided to give in and let her tell meg for after all, what was dearei' to me than the memory of my classmates? l led her into the court where we would be undisturbed by the throngs. We found a marble bench sheltered by a wavering palm tree. Slowly she opened her book. l gazed at the picture before me. lt was one of a busy, bustling New York City. The picture became clearer and I was shocked to see Freddie Ublander driving a bus. , The scene changed and I saw a busy bootblaek. He apparently had quite a trade in his chosen profession. And at last l recognized Harold Goodman. At that moment he was busily engaged in polishing the foot-gear of Richard Pilling, a wealthy newspaper man. The page turned and I saw a large department store. ltlagerly my eyes scanned the page and could I believe my eyes? Yes, there in the manager's chair was Harold Hall. Many busy stenographers were at work for him. And in the lot I saw Lucille Miller and Virginia Vaneli. Elysabethe Bobbitt and Marge Havens were models. The page turned again. There now appeared a dainty little cottage far upon the mountainside. Glen Garvin, contentedly smoking his pipe, sat out in front. He called to his wife to come and I was not much surprised to see Ruth Stoddard. My strange guest moistened her dusky fingers and turned the page again. This time I beheld a church. A wedding was soon to take place. The bride. Nlarge Sperry, was walking down the aisle to meet her husband, Marshall Douglas. The sweet music filled the church with holiness. The musician proved to be Clennola Swartzbaugh. The minister before the couple was Clyle Vifheeler. As the scene changed I saw someone preparing his breakfast over a camp- 28