Butler High School - Tropaeum Yearbook (Butler, IN)

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And You ' re Welcome! I, Normagene Mullett, will my diamond ring to Dawnie Kline. (That MIGHT be one way to keep it in the family.) I, Ina Norrick. will my Kendallville boy-friend to Gertrude Harris. (I ' m sure Harold won ' t mind.) I, Erline Peters, will my ability to get my daily rssignments to Wayne Frakes. I, Rosemary Ramey, will my harlequin glasses to Marilou Smurr. I. Edna Rohlof, will my appreciation of music to Harold Derrow. I, Amos Snyder, will my office of president to anyone short of a job. I, Verl Snyder, will my ability to fascinate the Waterloo girls to William Schimpf, Kendall Wilson, etc. (Good luck, boys ' ) I, Phyllis Souder, will my three afternoon librai ' y periods to Keith Upp. (No v you can catch up on your sleep, Pete. ) I, Esther Spake, do hereby will my position as assistant office girl to Donzella Smith. I, James Sudbcrough, will my swimming ability to Jack Michael. I, Leon Ulm, will my ability to play a cornet to Mildred Steckley. I, Duane Whitman, will my gentlemanly manner to Lyle Call. I, Alice Willard, will my love for higher mathematics to Hulda Norrick. (I hope you enjoy these classes as much as I have.) I, Lois Tomlinson, will my scholarship awards to Jack Oberlin. In testimony whereof, we hereunto set our hand and seal, and declare this to be our last will and testament, this twenty-third day of May, in the year nineteen hundred and forty-five. Signed: THE SENIOR CLASS By Lois Tomlinson Page 19

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We Leave You Stuff! CLASS WILL W E, the Seniors of nineteen hundred and forty-five, after toihng for many long terms for the exalted position which we hold, do hereby in a feel- ing of extreme generosity, bequeath these, our cherished possessions to those who will follow in our footsteps. We are confident that they will live up to our noble examples in school citizenship, and our untiring devotion to study, and we hope th?t this Will may be of aid to them in their endeavor. I, Billy Albertjon, will my height to Louis Bal. L Dorsey Bellamy, will my capability in basketball to Richard Frieden- berger. I, Lewis Blanchard, will my second wind to Allen Dirrim. I, John Boyer, will my nickname, Tarzan to Duane Gather. I, Velma Call, will my self-confidence to Rhea Blanchard. I, Dorothy Crmp, will my ability to get in trouble for riding with the neighbor boys to Carol Lee. L Richard Carpenter, will my nickname, Muscles to George Smith. I, Henry Carr, will my shy and bashful ways to Wendell David. I, Delbert Creager, will my ability to catch fish to Lynn Fuller. L Donna Dielman, will my late slips and those little green passes to anyone who wants to get in as bad as I do. L Florabelle Dixon, will my Edgerton boy-friends to Glenora Freeburn. I, Jeanette Freidenberger, will my perfect attendance record to Mary Dohner, I, Max Gaff, will my ability to pitch baseball to Richard Flynn. L Ruth Hagerty, will my hair styles to Helen Barkman. We, Donna Hinshaw and Ilene Scott, will our devotion to the Navy and our dignity as Seniors to Eileen Culler. 1, Joan Houck, do hereby will my nickname Jo to any underclassman who wants it. L Ruth Houser, will my love for roller skating to Polly Baldwin. I, Donna Keefer, will my ability to go steady to Maxine Wann. L Leroy Keller, will my quiet, reserved manner to Ralph Jennings. I. Dolores Krontz, will my engagement ring to Frances Wilson. (That ' s a hint, Flappy. ) I. Charles Lott, will my sleepy study habits to Junior Price. Page 18

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Our Poem! GOODBYE TO BUTLER HIGH! We are remembered well, we know, By those who knew us, when Our pigtails and our freckles Marked us plainly, almost ten. We ' re the angels— (with dirty faces) Who put tacks upon the chair, And sacrificed our own pet mice — To give teacher dear a scare. Yes, the teachers can remember That we laughed and whispered gaily; While upon their troubled heads. Grey hairs sprouted daily. These memories will go with us; Happy thoughts of carefree days. We ' ll find them again returning As we travel our separate ways. As we leave our books and pencils. And emerge into the world Of disorder and confusion; Of dark battle flags unfurled — We would linger here a moment. Try to tell you if we could That we ' ll work to make the future Safe for all that ' s right and good. To work for a bright tomorrow — To keep democracy alive; This is our task — we ' ll do it! We ' re the class of ' 45! . — By Ruth Hagerty. Page 20