Cuba High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Cuba, IL)

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|, Ken Runyan, bequeath my role as the most handsome kid in school to Gene Rand. |, Don Clayberg, bequeath my clowning any- place, anywhere, to Milt “Boomer” Murphy. 1, Carol Sosey, bequeath my place in the middle of the front seat of a ’56 “Olds” to absolutely no one. |, Jo Ann Davis, bequeath my skill in getting a class ring in two dates to anyone who is capable. |, Dixie Grindle, bequeath my good luck in getting a man to Nancy Clark. |, Jane Walsh, bequeath my talent to steal boy friends to Marilee Mason, if she thinks she can get by with it. |, Donna English, bequeath my good fortune of going with the Valley boys to anyone who thinks they can. |, Beverly Helle, bequeath Ronnie Bishop to absolutely no one. |, Ronnie Dilts, bequeath my black Chevy to Coach Richardson. |, Jack Haynes, bequeath my quiet ways to Carl Windsor. |, Helen Nussel, bequeath my ability to blush to Nancy Phillips. |, Jim Wilson, bequeath my “natural curly” locks to Dick Henderson, my slim waistline to Ronnie Clayberg, my dignified intelligence to Curt Fos- ter, my superior football playing to John Mowery, and my “nose” to absolutely no one. |, Mary Lou Bannister, bequeath my knack to keep a diamond to Rita Sleeth, who lost hers. |, Edwina Wilson, bequeath my “giggling ability” to the dignified freshmen. |, Dick Moody, bequeath my first chair in the trombone section to “Porky” Baughman, if it will hold her up. |, Paul Keime, bequeath my “Prom” curls to Garry Howarter. |, Homer Thomson, bequeath my speedy ways to Kathlein Wilde. To this document we do set our hand and seal on this first day of January A. D. of 1956, in hopes that the inheritance will be accepted in the same manner in which we have so generously bestowed it. Class of ’56 -- Marty Moore -- This page is sponsored by: THE LEWISTOWN NATIONAL BANK - - Lewistown

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Class Will We, the Class of ’56, being now in that lofty state of mind to which only seniors can attain, but feeling nevertheless, that our days among you are numbered and knowing we’re not long for C. H. S., do give and bequeath our possessions as follows: To the freshmen, we will our dignified ways. To the sophomores, we will our accumulated knowledge, the result of four years of industrious labor (?). To the juniors, we will our superior intellect, our position on a high pedestal in the eyes of the underclassmen, and the forever endless task of publishing the 1956 Cardinal. To the faculty, we will our air of assurance and our sympathy for having endured us for four, long, hard years. Individually: |, Lee Clayberg, bequeath my center line backer spot on the football team to Terry Pickle. |, Riley Williams, bequeath my black motorcycle jacket to “The Terror of Highway No. 9.” |, Eldon Miller, bequeath my love for the girls to Duane Hart. |, Dick Strode, bequeath my ability to brag on a coon dog that runs rabbits to Kenny Ryan. |, Richard Lafary, bequeath “nothing to nobody, ‘cause | ain’t got nothing.” |, Caryl Crick, bequeath my shyness to anyone who wants if. |, Tom France, bequeath my last chair in the trombone section in the band for four years to Phil Keefauver. | Esther Munson, bequeath my impartial judgment and sense of fair play to my sister, Harriett. |, Betty Lowery, bequeath my quiet ways to Janice Miller. |, Charlotte Ford, bequeath my rides to the Bellvue Theatre to Carol Carver who just might get her money’s worth. |, Paula Heller, bequeath to the future home- coming queens my beautiful and shapely figure. |, Dick Coulter, bequeath my being the smallest player on the football team to Dick Henderson. |, Don Henderson, bequeath my ability to skip classes to the freshmen. |, Janet Cleer, bequeath the honor of being the first “Mrs.” of my class to Marcia Bevard. |, Nancy Kerr, bequeath my piccolo playing in marching band to Pat Ault. |, Don Harper, bequeath my title of “the tallest boy in high school” to Teddy Reffet. |, Gene Roberts, bequeath my manly art of self defense displayed at the Colchester game to Melbert Lafary. |, Karen Hackett, bequeath my ability to go to the Lewistown junior and senior prom to Virginia Barnes. |, Eugene Howard, bequeath my seats in study hall to anyone who can find them. |, Ronnie Henderson, bequeath my art of tack- ling shoe tops to anyone who can hit that low. |, Marilyn Ford, bequeath my steady boyfriend, Kenneth Brooks, to absolutely no one! |, Dick Koelling, bequeath my love of hot rods to anyone who likes them. |, Marty Moore, bequeath my knack for passing out “chewing gum” to innocent people to anyone who thinks they can handle the job. |, Kay Walters, bequeath my ability to tear out of chorus twice in one day to anyone who can break my speed record. |, Danny Wild, bequeath my freckles to Kathryn Orwig. |, Larry Wilson, bequeath my girl, Carol Miller, to absolutely no one, my worthless coon dog to Chris Heller to track down all his girls, and my “little” knowledge of basketball to the whole Varsity team next year. |, Jerry Von Ach, bequeath my last name to any beautiful girl (apply on printed form). |, Beverly Morgan, bequeath my bleached hair to June Paul. |, Rayford Darst, bequeath my nickname “Squeeky” to Donnie Thomson. |, Garry Bevard, bequeath Bonnie Rench to absolutely no one! Not even “Chip.” |, Gary Harper, bequeath my title of the smart- est kid in school and never getting kicked out to my brother, Larry. |, Charlene Reneau, bequeath my trip to Girls State to some lucky junior girl. |, Ken Marvel, bequeath my seat in study hall to Tom Schoenenberger, if he thinks he will fit. |, Martha Turall, bequeath my “milkshake sham- poo” to anybody who can get Ronnie Ehresman to give them one. |, Robert Strode, bequeath my ability to do calisthenics to Coach Morelli. —26— This page is sponsored by: FARMERS’ STATE BANK OF LEWIS TOWN-L ewistown

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So They Say Twas night in Cuba and throughout the town The people slept peacefully And out on the campus of C.H.S. Three shadowy figures | saw. These three forms suggest an old story I’ve heard Of fates that the future foretells. As | drew close | heard one of them say In a voice low, but clear as a bell; “From yonder brick building shall graduate soon A very remarkable class, Each member is destined to famous become.” I’Il relate what | saw come to pass. Folks, it brings me near to tears To look ahead through all these years And write it down in a public book That VIRGIL LEE BURROWS is a famous cook. And MARTHA TURALL, | declare, ls a bubble dancer at the county fair. ROBERT STRODE is a great benefactor He made improvements on the soda cracker. KEN MARVEL has grown greater; He’s made a new rat-exterminator. While CAROL JEAN SOSEY, a prima donna of note, Lost her voice when she drowned in a moat. ELDON MILLER, rather short and stout, Labors in the shops as a roustabout. And CHARLENE RENEAU, as his wife, Certainly leads him a hen-pecked life. BEVERLY MORGAN, the world’s record has set, Knocking golf balls through a tennis net. DANNY WILD a famous attorney at law Permits his wife toput garlic in his slaw. JERRY VON ACH is a chauffeur with a foreign car, While MARILYN FORD is a swimming star. LARRY and JIM WILSON, cousins, ’tis said, Are detectives out looking for bugs in a bed. And KAREN HACKETT, well | declare, She’s the director of the Illinois Fair. Cartoonists of world renown Are GENE ROBERTS and RILEY WILLIAMS; They say that their clever drawing and such Are actually rolling up millions. Oh, yes! | must tell you before | forget That ESTHER MUNSON is nursing in Bartonville yet. HOMER THOMSON, it seems ls now quite busy coaching basketball teams. JANE WALSH is a winsome widow of wealth And of servants she has at least nine, With RAYFORD DARST her butler and DICK STRODE, her cook, They certainly do get along fine. RONNIE HENDERSON, a shoestring salesman, is still going strong, And if you want short ones, you’re sure to get long. While DON CLAYBERG, is in great demand As the wealthy “Drum Major of St. David’s Band.” JANET CLEER and NANCY KERR, it appears, Have been selling mouse traps through all these long years. A clever fortune-teller one girl now is With earrings and handkerchief red Her name’s KAY WALTERS, she character reads By feeling the bumps on one’s head While poor KEN RUNYAN, When last | saw him, he was peeling an onion. This page is sponsored by: DOCTOR V.S. SMITH, 0.D.—Lewistown PUTT CREEK COAL COMPANY -—Cuba