Columbia High School - Columbian Yearbook (Columbia, IL)

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I, Robert Elmer Carl Weltlg, will to Kayo Wilde my height. I, Geneva Maxine Green, will to Viola Vogel my supurb dan- cing ability, and the right to chew gum in class. I, Bill Neville Lewis, will to Keith Hacker my ability to drive safely. I, Glenn Joseph Thomas Riebellng, will to Ailene Jones my ability to explain things without faltering. I, August Charles Koch, will my one point on the 'A' Varsity to Victor Reichert. I, tuality I, ability I. list of Grace Virginia Landgraf, will to Marvin Bergmann my punc- in attending all classes. Pearl Amanda Mueller, will to Merle Baum my speedy typing Ruth Irene Schneider, will to 'Jeannie' Asselmeier my phone numbers and addresses. Alfred George Dehn, will to 'Red' Mueller my ability to I stay out of trouble. I. Barlow. Florence Mae Trenz, will my chemistry knowledge to Donald I, Kenneth John Jahr, will to Marian Kelm my ability to read detective magazines unnoticed during study halls. I, Ruby Jewell Ritter, will to Kathleen Schaffer, my sweet personality and my suction with the teachers. If Seaman Second Class Millard Mundinger, will to my cousin Gene, my box seat in Chemistry and to Delbert Koch, my basketball ability and form. In Shirley Mae Schneider, will to Betty Schaffer my master- ful cooking ability. In Lucille Krem el, will to Estelle Withum my flirty eyes. I, Kenneth Theodore Conrad Harres, will to Grace Glaenzer my wide-awakefulness and my use of a large vocabulary. Then to some truly deserving individual, I leave my beloved shoe-shine equip- ment. I, Dorothy Ruth Hildebrandt, will my lovely singing voice to Kathleen Schaffer, and my good grades to Ailene Jones. WITNESSES: to or Gr g , , res ent uperln endent e , I il-4.11111 ! ' I I . E iw c 75 en 3 Secretary -TSPonsors Treasurer

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C L A S S W I L L WE, THE EXALTED AND PARAMOUNT CLASS OF 1945, of Columbia High School, of the City of Columbia, County of Monroe, and the State of Illinois, being of sane mind, and sound memory do here- by draw up in the presence of our esteemed Superintendent, Nolan A. Rosan, and do make, publish, and direct this to be our last will and testament, in manner and form as follows on this thirti- eth day of April in the year of our Lord, One Thousand Nine Hun- dred and Forty-five. We will, to the unsophlsticated Junior Class, our debts, and our co-operative manner with the teachers. We will, to the Sophmores, our gift of gab, and our capabil- ity of mutual agreement in class meetings. We will, to the Freshmen, the knowledge that they, too, some day, if they work hard will be Seniors, and will go through all the enjoyment and hardships that any Senior must pass. To our ambitious Superintendent, Hr. Nolan A. Rosan,we fond- ly bequeath a nine-month su mer and a three-month school year, so that each year he may become thoroughly rested. To our sponsors, Mrs. Florence Jaenke and Miss Gratia Bram- mer, we bequeath at least one night a week free from Annual work or play practice. To the rest of the faculty, we leave an automatic grading device with which to save wear-and-tear on their eyes and nerves. And to each individual Junior, we will some trifling bequest which we hope they will accept and appreciate. I, Merril Alvin Huch, will to Grace Glaenzer my excellent speaking ability. I, Wanda Nadine Green, will to Arthur Glaenzer my excellent speed on the typewriter. I, Louis Harvey Carle, will to Edwin Faust my smiling per- sonality and my adorable deep dimples. I, Doris Jean Reichert, will to Jeannette Koch my ability to remain true to one fellow. I, Dolores Cecelia Stuard, will to Mary Lee Haller my undy- ing love for sailors. I, Grace Alma Kettler, will to Audrey Schroeder my girlish giggle. I, Marian Elizabeth Stumpf, will to my brother, nButchie,' my ability to keep quiet in class. I, Horace Clinton Volkert, will to Ralph Mueller my math- ematical ability. I, Erwin George Withum, Jr., will to Gene Haller my beauti- ful blonde curls. I, Maybelle Cora Mueller, will to uBunny' Rueck my ability to keep the basketball scorebook in balance with the opposing scorekeepers'. I, Mary Louise Tunze, will to Russell Lungwitz my excess exhuberance. I Violet Verana Rey, will to Edna Braun my different fellow for each week-end.

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P R 0 P H E C Y Amid the rush of people at Union Station,imag1ne my surprise meeting someone I actually knew. No second glance was needed-- yes, it was Dolores Stuard. While we were reminiscing, she told me she had hurriedly packed and was leaving on the 8:57 for New York after having received a phone call from Bill Hubba. He was to be in port but a few days. The 8:57, that's my train. It was indeed a coincidence! Both of us were leaving on the same train and going to the same place. Dee jokingly asked me, 'Which one is in port now?' No such luck, mine was a business trip. I was on my way to see Harper and Brothers Publishers to obtain the rights needed to publish my textbook, 'A New Angle on Math. How time does fly! Our train was to leave on Track 9. le were casually strolling in the vicinity of that particular track when a familiar voice shouted, 'All aboard!' We looked! It just couldn't be, but, yes, it was, Horace Volkert. This was almost unbelievable--Dee, Beeps, and I all on the same train. As usual, our luck was with us. Since Dee was in a hurry to get to New York, naturally there had to be a six-hour'lay-over at Indianapolis. We stepped off the train to get a bite to eat in the station. While we were desperately looking for a so-called Luncheon Bar, Dee asked a stewardess, who looked familiar, where it was. Upon closer observation, we immediately recognized none other than Violet Rey, who informed us she was now the Chief Stewardess over several of the larger lines and was at present stationed in Indianapolis. We had lunch and she saw us off. Finally, we arrived in New York. With everything but the kitchen sink piled in front of us, we hailed a taxi. The cab came to an abrupt and reckless stop, and we climbed in rather hesi- tantly. We settled ourselves as comfortably as possible. The driver turned to ask us where we were going -- a familiar face stared at us, that of B111 Lewis. Noticing that Bill was driving, we sat back, held our breath, and hoped for the best. He informed us that lf we were looking for a nice place to stay, we might, for old tlme's sake, try Alfred Dehn's newly opened 'Dehn manor Hotel,W with Pearl Mueller as the able hostess. This sounded like a good deal. Dehn Manor--next stop! As we were registering, a familiar giggle was heard. Grace Kettler was coming down the stairs to get her mail. We talked and she told us she was living in New York since her husband, E'utz, was stationed there and could come home week ends. She informed us that Gus Koch, the manager of the Palace Theater, was giving a party at the ever famous Stork Club, now under the able management of Merril Huch. The party was for a momentous occasion celebrating Millard Mund1nger's return to the states after his heroic episode, from which he received a presidential citation for unusual gallantry beyond the call of duty. Ket said we had better go shopping with her that afternoon, as the party was the next evening. She also told us that Marian Stumpf owned a swank dress shop on Fifth Avenue and if we called for an appointment with her, she was sure Marian could arrange it. Having dialed the wrong number, we heard the operator's voice. It was unmis- takably Ruby Ritter. We told her of the party for Mip and she said she would come after she got off duty.