Crestline High School - Fortyniner Yearbook (Crestline, OH)

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. Cfom L We, the class of One Thousand, Nine Hundred and Forty-Six, of Crestline High School, do hereby leave to those remaining in C.H.S. the remainder of our property in this our last will and testament, in the fol- lowing manner: I, FLORENCE ANATRA, will my first seat in Civics to the next sufferer. I, JOSEPH ARTER, will a seat in my car to anyone who can endure riding on rims. I, STANLEY ARTER, will my understand- ing of women to Jack Zwahlen. I, THOMAS ARTER, will my hairy chest to John Boals. We, MARJORIE AULT and FLORENCE KROEGEL will our roadmap to Leesville to the younger girls of C.H.S. I, BEVERLY BAUSCH, will my trumpet to anyone who is as windy as I. I, WILLIAM BENJAMIN, will my slow, de- liberate speech to Leola Rita. I, JOAN BERTSCHE, will my photographic charm to Mary Winemiller. I, GUILFORD BURRIS, will all available good luck charms to Coach Rice. May they bring better luck than the rabbit's foot! I, RUTH DICKERSON, will my shyness of boys to Doris Kincaid. I, 'JAMES GARBERICH, will my swooney voice to Jack Malaby. l, JOAN GOSSER, will my floor burns to Mary Ann Mayer. I, PAMELA GUINUP, will my sunny dis- position to Elsie Klaesi. I, JAMES HARBAUGH, will my wolf call to Clarence Krichbaum. I I, MONICA HARNER, will my ticket to the Lonely Heart's Club to Shirley Horton. I, JOHN HELFRICH, will one of my many black eyes to Bob Sand. I, JOAN HIPP, will my double chin to Mr. Enoch. I JOAN HERMANN, will my A in civics to Junior Margard. I, EDWARD HIPSHER, will one of my freckles to the end of Elizabeth Huber's nose. MARTHA JONES, since I'm a big girl now, will my rag doll to Jeanne Rhodus. RICHARD KINDINGER, will my cows to anyone with enough ambition to milk them. , DIXIE LACEY, will my figure to the Power's Model Agency. DORIS LUCE, will my fluttering eye- lashes to John Krichbaum. PAUL MARQUART, will my smoothness in dancing to Calvin Johnson. PRISCILLA McCAFFREY, will my pearly teeth to Joan Guinup. The better to eat with, my dear. RUTH McNEAL, will my dozen bottles of Come Hither perfume to Jeannine Blum. May you have better results than I! RUTH McWHlRTER, will my basketball ability to Betty Shaffer. GLADYS MILLER, will my pleasing per- sonality to Eleanor Meinzer. NANCY NEFF, will my acting ability to Dorothy Linn, as if she needed it. MARILYN OLIPHANT, will my know- ledge of Shakespeare to next year's Senior English class. RUTH PAYNTER, will one pair ofvbobby sox to Miss Cover. ANNE PERITO, will a bright red sweater to Mr. De Walt. ' ALICE RICE, will Susie, the home nurs-- ing class's dummy, to Dick Miller. JEANNE SAN D, will my last year's bath- ing suit to Donna Hart. JEAN SAWYER, will my big brown eyes and rosy cheeks to Tom Linn. SUZANNE SIGARS, will my tiny feet to Scoop Winemiller. DONNA SMARTO, will my musical talent to Billie Jean Snyder. LYMAN SMITH, will the silverware I collected at the reception last year to Mrs. Enoch. HENRY STEPHAN, will my artistic abil- ity to Harry Arter. HERBERT STIFFLER, will Jackie Miller

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to Jim Schieber. THOMAS STRAUCH, will my Van Johnson physique to Conrad Vaughn. OTTO SUTTER, will my slick manner to Tony Berberich. JOHN TRIMBLE, will my habit of blush- ing to Barbara Smith. MARTHA WALTER, will my diary to all the old maids of Crestline. MARILLYN WEAVER, will one cake of lux soap to anyone who wants as creamy complexion as l have. AUDREY WEBER, will my violin to Mary McCaffrey. Anything but that hornl EUGENE VOGLER, will my marching ability to the C.H.S. band. l, VAUGHN WILLIAMS, will my perman- ent wave to Wayne Rhodus. l, ROY WRIGHT, will my book, Grimms Fairy Tales, to Coach Hutson. Lastly, we do hereby appoint Miss Grieb- ling and Mr. Rice as executors of this our last will and testament. On testimony thereof, we have hereto set our hands this twenty-fifth day of May, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine- hundred, and forty-six. The Senior Class Witnesses Ruth McNeal Jeanne Sand C 01,1555 0149 lTo the tune of The Shrine of St. Cecilia Our school days are over And now we must go, Leaving our teachers And the friends we all know, But oft in our memories Our fond thoughts will dwell On dear old Crestline High School. And, when at eventide We seek haven from our daily care We'll think of Crestline High, We had so much fun there. And, now as we part We want you to know The thought will be with us Wherever we go That through all theseLyears L. The best part of life Was dear old Crestline High School. Suzanne Sigars