Corder High School - Blue Jay Yearbook (Corder, MO)

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Last Will and Testament fContinuedl To Mrs. Hollis, I leave the joy I get from teaching Mr. Iung's classes, without bestowing tests upon them. I, Chloe Payne, about to leave Corder High do hereby leave some of my possessions and talents to my friends and faculty. May they have more luck in keeping out of trouble with them than I did. To Mr. Jung I leave 50 cents worth of peanuts. May he eat them in peace like I never got to. To Miss Poage I leave a High School with no whistling girls in it to plague her. To Wayne Martin, I leave my ability to drop my dignity Kas if I had anyl and go out and have a good time. And the same to Rosma Branham and Anna Marie Bollmeyer by request. To Delpha May Tieman, I leavy my trouble making knack to remain a man hater for three weeks at the longest. To Carl Schwanholt and Bill Schumaker, I leave a silent prayer that they might keep at least two wheels on the ground while maneuvering their respective automobiles at an unreasonable rate of speed. To Beverly McLaughlin I leave my ability to look convincingly alive no matter how sick I feel. I, Dorothy Schaller, about to leave High School bequeath my valuable possessions and abilities to the following friends and faculty. To Helen Simon by request my ability to keep a diamond. To Dorothy Reith I leave my height and my long hair. To Mr. Iung I will my ability to play golf and study the moon while doing it. To Wanda Hinkle, I leave my beautiful white teeth. To Marjorie Beard I leave my part in all the future plays as a child. To Eunice Lynn, I leave my ability to stick to one guy. To my sister Melba, I leave my ability to get a letter every day. I, Iulie Ann Stuenkel, bequeath my various abilities and properties to my specially deserving friends and faculty members. To Donald Holman I leave my Dad's '40 Plymouth so I won't have such a hard time getting my sister, Ruthie to the teen-age club. To Mr. Wiegers, a new suit that he.can give to his Dad so he may be spared the embarrassment of having stick-tights on his coat when walking in church. To Mr. Jung I leave my brother's rifle so he may guard his property on Halloween night. To Mrs. Hollis my ability to take exercises without affecting my weight in any way. To Dorothy Weber, my ability to strike at least 314 of the notes on the piano correctly. To Anna Marie Bollmeyer, by request, my ability to get along with Mr. Jung, also a few of my excess pounds. To Catherine Kessler, by request, my brown fuzzy gloves. May she handle them with care as they are about ready to lose their hair.

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Last Will and Testament K Continued! To Delpha Tieman, I leave my ability to make a mad rush to the bus after discovering that oversleeping is not a good policy. We, the 1947 Seniors of C. H. S. do assign the above bequests to the aforesaid persons to have and to hold forever. Signed, published and declared by the above named as their last Will and testament. WHEN THE CLOUDS ROLL BY 1947 Senior Class Prophecy for May, 20, 1958 As we sit in our Old-Fashioned Garden, thinking of the days to come, there is a flash of lightning and a loud clap of thunder, and we see a magic carpet of beautiful flowers gently floating towards us. Shell we all hop on and take a little cruise up to the clouds? Off we go into the wild blue yonder, riding high into the sky. Well, here are eight little clouds in a row. Let's go a little closer and see who they are. Allacadabral Carpet, turn left. Here we are! Well! Look who's here, the Senior Class of 1947. On this first cloud, there's the cutest little house you've ever seenl That person standing in the doorway looks familiar. Why, it's Helen Boswell! She's motioning to us to come in. From the living room comes the music of South America, Take It Away. Mmmmmrnl ls that chili we smell? Here in the dining room are Helen's three pretty little children, Butch, Junior, and Helen, eating some of mother's delicious chili. Why, thank you, Helen We'd love to have dinner with you. Sa-a-a-a-y! You certainly know how to make chili. What are those things in that cabinet there? Oh, those are your souvenirs from your trip around the world. How interesting! Thanks for the lovely dinner, Helen, but we really must be shoving off. Good luck! As we wave good-bye to Helen on the first cloud, we pull up to a pretty pink cloud. On the front porch of this happy little home we see two little boys, Wearing red sweaters with white D's on them. This must be where Claudine Howell lives. Let's go visit her. In the kitchen we find Claudine behind her own private soda fountain happily humming Rumours Are Flying and mixing cherry milk-shakes like mad. We see she's certainly been successful. We'd better be leaving now, Claudine, if we're going to visit all the Senior Class.