Comstock High School - Corral Yearbook (Comstock, MI)

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Clad 5 UJill We, the class of nineteen hundred and fifty-three, being sound in mind and body do make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament. I, EILEEN BROWN, will my ability to flirt with men to Tonda Roberts. I, THOMAS BUTCHER, would will my 1951 chartreuse convertible to Jim Craft, but it would look quite unusual for the senior romeo11 to cart the girls around on a bike. I, LEONA CHMIEL, will my yen for studying to Bill Rynd. I, JEWEL COX, will my shyness to Jackie Kirk. I, GERI DEVRIES, will my ability to receive an engagement ring to Diane Smith. Good luckll I, MARY LOU DEYOUNG, will my dramatic ability to Shirley Stratton. I, STEVE ELMORE, will my ability to wreck cars to Jim Liggett. I, GEORGIA FALLS, leave my knowledge in making tickets to anyone who will have it. I, GEORGE FRIEL, will all my old auto parts to Duke O'Halloran. I, KENNETH FRYLING, leave my absence slips to Ray Slater. I, DALE GLEESING, bequeth my blushing ways'1 to Phil Ackerman. I, JANET JENNINGS, will my poise to Dixie Rininger. I, DONALD WAYNE KAMINGA, poor mixed up crazy little kid that I am, will my way with the women to Bill Vining. I, NANCY KEISER, leave all my aspirins to Jack Smith. He'll need them when it's carnival time. I, JOAN KNOBLOCH, will my gentleness to Ellen Curtis. Use it wisely Ellen. I, ARCHIE KNOTT, will all of my traffic tickets to Oscar Drake. I, FRANK KOSS, will my manly physique to Randy Miller. — I, DOROTHY MARBLE, will my blank expressions to Toad House. I, AL McCORMICK, will my golden gloves to Louie Fletcher. I, PATRICIA McVAY, will my ability to grow long hair to Marilyn Hodgemire. I, TERRELL MORGAN, will my phone book to Don Gleesing. Please, treat it with respect. I, YVONNE MORT, bequeath my success in heart troubles to Sondra Tuinier. I, JOY PSALMONDS, will my cheerleading ability to Mr. Lage. Rol Ral I, DONALD RAND, will my title as best looking to Sam Westerhouse. I, COLLINS REED, bequeath my courteous manner to Bill Stribel. I, MARY JANE REED, will my letters from Notre Dame to Donna Warren. I, SHIRLEY ANN ROLL, leave my hearty laugh to Mr. Laman. I, MARY SHROUT, will my job at Allens to Loyle Vose and Kay Dickenson. Don't work too hard girls. I, RONALD SLATER, will my senior trip headaches to Don Smeltzer. I, LEON SPARKS, bequeath my gift of gab to Phil Seigfried. I, DONNA SPRAGUE, leave---------------------for California. I, GLENN STATLER, will my flirtatious manner to Neysa Jones. I, JOAN STEENBERG, will my sympathy for anyone that gets stuck with writing next year's will. I, DONALD STOWE, will all my wisecracks to Darrell Hill. I, RONALD STUUT, leave my knowing glances to Jim Corryn. I, ETHEL SUMMERSON, bequeath my sophisticated walk to Barbara Friel. I, ELEANOR THOMAS, will my ability to get along with the Statlers to my brother. Keep it in the family Rog. I, EDYTHE TYLER, will my ability to work with figures to Jim Jennings. I, NORMA VAN WYNEN, leave my makeup to Laurel Wellington. I, VALERIE VANDERBEEK, leave my typing ability to Ellen Liggett. I, RENE VINING, bequeath my A's in Government to Jack Smith. I hope I can trust you Jack. 1 3

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Being tired of T.V., I turned it off and looked around to see other passengers; Joan Steenberg is taking a trip to Europe, she is now married to an accomplished banker; who is going to finance Mr. Kenneth Fryling's Remote Controlled Housing project. Sitting next to Joan is Don Kaminga; who is going to Liverpool, England to start a new meat packing house. He will be head butcher; he obtained his experience in the rendering works in Comstock. OHI Look who is that? None other than the mayor of the Boondocks Mr. Leon Sparks and wife Pot. Now to read a bit of news from the Chicago Sun Times; what is this. Dawn Weed's Literary review—it says that Rene Vining's fifth best seller is: Women, and How to Avoid Them. The motor just knocked out, we're going down, down, down, way down, low down, splash] I There is a whisper and I wake up to find myself in a hospital with the head nurse Eileen Brown. She tells me that Ron Stuut, a twenty year man in the Navy and Terry Morgan the head Swappee of his boat picked us up out of the cold water; they also picked up Dorothy Marble Reynolds and Grace Wilson Armour and families who were trying to moke history by being the first women to cross the Atlontic by raft. Across the hall is Shirley Roll recuperating from her fractured head from her last wrestling match. Norma Van Wynen gives me a glass of water, spills it and I fall out of bed—down, down, down I go. A hand shakes my shoulder and wakes me up from my dream, it is the famous Historian and Philosopher Benjamin Earl begging for a dime for o cup of coffee. Then I pick up pencils and tin cups and I go to my home better known as Pat's Orphanage with the slogan, We board kids and dogs . On the side Pat makes her money for this great and worthy cause by Hula dancing at Lage's Lousy Lunch Lounge. I leave you with this thought, Never eat Shirleys Chocolate covered pickled Tootsie rolls, or you too may have such a nightmare as this. Ronald Slater 12

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I, ELMA WATERLANDER, will my ability as play director to Shirley Merrill. I, DAWN WEED, will my blank pass slips to Mr. Jones third hour Junior home room. I, GRACE WILSON, will my winning ways with the teachers to Joyce Kendrick. To the Juniors we leave the memory of something dear and sacred— Ourselves. To the Sophomores we leave our dignity, prestige, intelligence, thoughtfulness, leadership and ability to get along with underclassmen. To the Freshmen we will our wishes that they may be as good freshmen as we were. To Mr. Barr we leave our thanks for everything he has done for us. To Mr. Young we leave the memories of all our unscheduled skip days in hopes that the study hall isn't so crowded next year. To Mr. Ball we leave only our regret that we couldn't have met him sooner. To Mrs. Tjepkema we leave a quiet study hall. To Miss Mott we leave our rare collection of jokes. To Mrs. Laurent we leave our commercial success. To Miss Stevens we leave the hope that she will soon have a Mrs. in front of her name. To Mr. Pickett we leave our good sportsmanship and co-operation. Signed and sealed on the twenty-sixth day of May in the year of our Lord, nineteen-hundred and fifty-three. II 23 !—t S.gT 37 fA , ««iCj S % 14