Comstock High School - Corral Yearbook (Comstock, MI)

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P«|f Ttn MARILOU WESTCOTT She seems an unsolveable ■ystery. Junior Play 3 Hi-Teens I4. ROSEMARY WHEELOCK Of her bright face one glanoe will trace a plo- ture on the brain. Softball 2 CLASS POEM by Elverna Sabo The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.- Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, As memories of fair friends come into view, I think of bygone days and classmate fair, fho made my school days fond and far from blue. Who could forget Donna Cushman In her role in the speech class play? •Take your flowers, take them ! My dear, are you giving them away? There's someone here with a by-word. Freja, my own dear chum. She says it, and we were proud to hear It from her, Albion, here I come ! Pat Bradley is very versatile Can do anything you wish! She does it very well, too Especially an accent Irish ! There's a gentleman in our crowd Who knows an Important trick— The act of being a big wheel And his name—is Dick 1 We have two flashes in our class, Myrt and Norma Taylor. Their rings they gaily flash around And them we can't ignore. I'll long remember on that first day How he looked with freckles and tears. May life be easy on you, Don, As you go through the years. There's one girl in our class Who'll make good at her work That's Marilyn Santman, my friend. Who works as a singing clerk. Good old Walt Jennings Is often referring to as Bing.- I don't know why they call him that; I've never heard him sing. Popular William Sullivan Corrected us one day. That it isn't William, But really Billy Jay! Her first name is Helen; Her last name is Muir; Her first thought is you; Her last thought is her. Away off in the distance We hear some horns a-blowing. Could it be Nancy's Chewy Or ten roosters'crowing? Bernie B's a champ, no doubt, At making love? Oh, no— He's the champion at ping pong And against any foe: Everytime Lou Cooper Hears a bell begin to ring, She thinks of William Carl And her heart begins to sing. She's not talking with her voice— But hands are just as good. If .we tied them behind her back—? Jo, talk. I wonder if she could! Gloria, treasurer of Hi-Teens Is planning a trip, it's a honey. She’s going soon, she tells us, Butr Gloria, where'd you get the money? No more days of worrying •Will the material be on time?- For Barb has left the Owlette As someone else's •lime

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Page Nint ELVERNA SABO Intent upon her destined course graceful and useful all she does. Basketball 1, 2, 3 h Jr. 3c Sr. Play; Tennis 2, 3, U; Owlette Staff I4.; Forensics 2 (Regional Champion) Debate hi Cheer-Leader 2, 3, I4.; Hl-Teens 3, 4 HELEN PETERSON She with her voice can cap- tivate the mind. Glee Club 1, 2, 3» U Senior Play I4.; Hi-Teens 3, I4.5 Library Asst. I4. DAVID SANS His are gentle thoughts and calm desires. Glee Club I4.; Football 1, 2, % hi Annual Staff k; Forensics 3 MARILYN SANTMAN Quiok bright things come to confusion. Glee Club 2, 3, h Junior Play 3 BILL SULLIVAN He never fails to please. Junior Play 3; Basket- ball 1, 2, 3, hi Foot- ball 3c Baseball 3c Track 1. 2, 3, 1|.; Vice Pres. Class 1; King I4. BARBARA SUNNOCK De- serve success and you shall have it. Class Sec 1, 2, Pres.3; Basketball 1, 2, 3 U-J Owlette Editor I4.; Jun- ior Play 3; Hi-Teens 3 hi Forensics 2, 3; Car- nival Queen I4. WANDA SCHELL I might be better if I could, but it s awfully lone- some being good. Band 1, 2, 3, U, (Sec) Basketball 1, 2, 3» 4 Tennis 2, 3 h Owlette Staff hi For- ensics 1, 3; Hi-Teens 3, h NORMA TAYLOR A girl who never has to bluff. Glee Club 3 U; Baton Twirler 1, 2, 3 Soft- ball 2 NANCY STAFFORD My endeavors have ever come too short of my desires. Jr. 3c Sr. Play; Basket- ball 1, 2, 3, In soft- ball 2; Hi-Teens 3, U» Student Council U; Ann- ual Staff U; Forensics 1 Queen 3 JOAN VAN T ROER A light heart lives long. Junior Play 3; Glee Club 3; Basketball I4.5 Owlette Staff I4.; Annual Staff 3; Forensics 3; Hi-Teens 3 hi Senior Play I4.

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P 4 Eleven Soft tender hands are hers. Beautiful, and surely desired, yet To whom do they belong? That incomparable Mary Liggett And who's to equal Gene Ellsworth Who'll take your pose for a quarter? And though it won't turn out Just right, It'8 not bad for an amateur. Now we come to the class beauty, Around her the men do flock! She's ravishing and sought after. Not me, you cad; But Rosie Wheelock I'd hate to be a small fry, Yet I'd try it for a lark. For who has more fun Just being small—than Mary Ann Clark. Look outJ Here comes a Hot Rod, At the wheel is Dale Kelly. And who' in the back seat driving? Why, Jo K, doing it recklessly. Marilou Westcott sits and dreams; •Oh, Max; Oh, Max; my only plea To dream of you and be with you, And be as short as thee. Pat Green still has a semester In good old Comstock High. So we mustn't kid her If she stays after you and I. Oh, we're not leaving out Hot Licks , For on the trumpet he's a king. And, of course, he's none other Than Mr. Faul Manning. If I were a great poet I could write of the beauty of Bucher, But seeing I'm so humble, I'll Just mention that she's a good-looker. There's nothing more beautiful than song And who can make it so? Helen Peterson when she sings Thrills you from head to toe. Joyce G. has many boy friends And will indulge in a spree. But does she call each by his name? They can't all be named My Honey ! Fondly I recall once more Names Roma and Russell prefer. Now don't jump at conclusions. I mean Curly and Roman Cleanser Now comes to my mind all at once, Nellie, that cute little trick. She outsmarted us all like an expert By becoming the class Valdick • Georgina likes the movies She goes when e'er she can. Martha likes to go on dates With that Certain man . There was Sherman, big and brawny Arguing exhaustively. There was Randall, cute and brainy, Arguing intelligently. Arnie is the answer to a maiden's prayer Sweetly will he break your heart with a manly air. Bernie Archer graduates with us, even though He left for college not so long ago. Now I'll end my poem With many a heartfelt sigh. And leave you with one last thought» We're the best class of Comstock High.