Centralia High School - Centralian Yearbook (Chillicothe, OH)

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I, MARY LOU RITCHIE, leave my ability of having rough slumber parties to Peggy Harker, knowing she will know how to handle them. I, JANE ROY, will my ability of getting along with all the teachers to Carol Metzger. I, MARIANNE SCHRENKER, leave my horse sense to Billie Lou Taylor. I, ROSEMARY SEYMOUR, leave my ability of taking care of the junior boys to Ruth Chester. I, BONNIE JO SPEAKMAN, leave my little waist line to Martha Maag. I, MARYELLEN SPEAKMAN, leave my ability of getting along with Miss McCallister to Shirley Frey. I, HELEN STAUFFER, leave my band uniform to Mr. Fetrow, to give to whoever he sees best fit to fill my position. I, NANCY VETTER, leave all my bad habits and forms to anyone who wants them. I, ANNA WEAVER, leave my strong lungs to Janet Wolfe, I, JEANIE STEWART, leave my charming personality to Clarice Merriman. I, NANCY WILEY, leave my neat looking hair to Charlene Haddox. I, GOLDIE WILSON, will my ability of getting good grades to Janice Adkins. I, JOHNNY WILLIAMS, leave my ability of skipping school to Jerry Kutschbach. CLASS MOTTO - Our sights are set on the target of success CLASS COLORS - Light Blue and White CLASS FLOWER - Blue Rose F I f' 14 .,,

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CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of nineteen hundred and fifty-seven, having come through this, the first of our battles, with heads high and shoulders back, and having adequately prepared ourselves for future contentions do declare this to be our last will and testament. Article I - To the faculty we do will and bequeath our ability of good behavior. Article II - To those notorious juniors we will and bequeath our financial status. Article III - To those paranoia sophomores we leave our temperance and ability to co-operate with the teachers. Article IV - To those impetuous freshmen we leave everything that remains hidden in the corners of Centralia High School. Article V - To all those graduates of Centralia High School we do will and bequeath our spirit of unity and co-operation that they might enjoy as harmonious and happy senior years as we have. Article VI - The will I, ELAINE BAKER, leave my rosy cheeks to Miss Dresbach. I, NATHAN BARNES, leave my good looks to Eddie Adkins. I, PATTY BOWER, will my slim figure to Sharon Prickett, providing she can make good use of it. I, DAVID BRITTON, leave my fighting ability to Robert Whitsel. I, BERLIN BUTTERBAUGH, leave my brain to Betsy Sharp knowing she can use it. I, GLENN CHESTER, leave my ability of 'coon hunting to Enos Austin. I, DONALD CLEVER, will my jump shot to Elwood King. I, MERFEL CONLEY, leave my ability as a salesman of candy bars to Bob Dearth. I, SONJA EVANS, leave my long blond curls to Cora Mae Tinker. I, JANET FRALEY, leave my ability of getting along with Mr. Valentine to my sister, Edna. I, JOYCE GRUBB, leave my long black curls to Mr. Schiff, knowing he could use them. I, FRANK HAYNES, leave my courting in the halls to Nancy Cooper and Wendell Templin. I, ROBERT HAYNES, leave my ability of taking care of the girls to Eddie Wiley. I, MAX HUPP, leave my ambitions to Lee Norman. I, JOHNNY HOYLEMAN, leave my ability of making wise cracks to Mr. Zeiter, knowing he could use them. I, DONALD IMBODEN, leave my collection of soda bottles to my brother, Wilbur. I, THELMA KNESS, will my quietness to Sandy White I, CARL KOHN, leave my ability to arriving at basketball practice on time to Floyd Sleepy Mountain Myers. I, GUY MCQUAIDE, leave my hot rod to Paul Collins, knowing he can use it. I, CAROLYN MERRIMAN, will my singing ability to Linda Botkin. I, DONALD PRITCHARD, will my night life to Dale Patterson. I, PEGGY PROEHL, leave my secret night life to Janice Patterson. I, MARVIN RAY, leave my ability to giving long speeches to Charles Mettler. I, SHARON REMLEY, leave my ignorance in the music department to Roger Conley, knowing he won't need much practice. I, DONALD RICHARDS, will my shyness to Cherie Arledge. I, DONALD RITCHIE, leave my position as manager of the A 8s P Super Market to Chuck Weaver.

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T 4 CLASS HISTORY 'Twas only four short years ago, In 1953, if you would know, Our class unbarked on its career By entering its Freshman year, A band of eager, restless youth, Who'd never cut a wisdom tooth But recognized as a gospel truth The ancient pedagogic creed That learning's road is rough, indeed. 'Twould take too long for me to tell The strange adventures that befell Our gallant class ere we attained The lofty heights that now we've gained, The faculty were most forbearing Although they must have found us wearing. They never acted autocratic But always wondrous diplomatic Through treating us with hopeful kindness, They never to a fault showed blindness. Though some regard all games as futile And think athletics merely brutal, A test of brawn and not of brains, Out team the victor's cup, retains. Upon the field no boasting rival Dad's faintest chance for his survival, For when our brave boys used their system, No enemy could e'er resist 'em. And yet our team has proved to be the essence of integrity. In any learned competition, Which tests the powers of erudition, We'd prove our brain power of the best And treat with scorn a Binet test We'll not pass over its occasion But tell the worst without evasiong Some lazy members of our class Were much alarmed lest, they'd not pass, Why even yet they stop and wonder If there has been some awful blunder. It doesn't pay to be a shirker, And not a fast and willing worker. ,..-1-r-f