Dayton Bible College - Object Yearbook (Dayton, OH)

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l 5 l s Ministerial Graduates in White T h eac er Training Graduates in Dark Left to right: Row l-Waneeta Wick, Shirley Gunder, Marveen Thompson, Valvetta Barr. Row 2-Helen Gates, Winifred Blagg, Velma Powell, Louise Devereaux. Row 3-Edith Decker, Olive Smith, Mary Maglott, Mary Brackney, Eleanor Planck. Row 4--Raymond Moats, Cecil Barton, Arthur Maglott, Delores Cunditf, Frances Swigart, Mary Jane Moyer. Row 5-Edwin Stamper, Pierce Reed, Robert Renfro, Chalmer De Jaynes, Clyde Moore Not in picture?

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HARVESTERS' CLASS WILL Class ol '51 I, Cecil Barton, hereby will and bequeath my books to Le.Roy Ruby. I, Edwin Stamper, hereby will and bequeath my dictionary to Bert Cul- te.r,Jr. I, Frances Swigart, hereby will and bequeath my ability to 'fall asle.ep in classes to Barbara Smith. I, Marveen Thompson, hereby will and beque.ath my quietness to Grace Cundiff. I, Clyde Moore, hereby will and beque.ath my 3:30 a.m. study periods to Calvin Cates. . I, Delores Cundiff, hereby will and beque.ath my ability to write notes in class to Joan Morgan. I, Olive Smith, hereby will and bequeath my giggling when asked a question to Donna Walton. I, Mary Brackney, hereby will and beque.ath my Roberts' Book of Rules to Paul Howell. I, Shirley Gunder, hereby will and bequeath my smile to Annonda Sav- age. I, Pierce Reed, hereby will and bequeath my ability to boss to Harvey Moyer. I, Robert Renfro, hereby will and beque.ath my position in the quartet to Bob Graeter. ' I I, Chalmer DeJaynes, hereby will and bequeath my ability to cut paper dolls in class to Dean Ash. I, Arthur Maglott, hereby will and bequeath my preache.r's itch to Hobart Wick. I, Mary Maglott, hereby will and bequeath my mixture of classes to Gwe.ndolyn Kolb. I, Winifred Blagg, hereby will and bequeath my afternoons of leisure at work to Doris Mills. I, Velma Powell, here.by will andubequeath my good grades to Carol Lindermann.

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1 i THE HARVESTERS' FAREWELL The time of parting is drawing near, When we Seniors must depart. But you students leave memories so dear, Locked up within our heart. We think of days tilled with pleasure, We think of days when all went wrong, But yet the unhappy days cannot measure, With the ones we had with a song. Some days the teachers seeme.d to be cross, But it could have 'been our blame, We might have. thought we were the boss, But remember student was our name. To each student, faculty, and Dean, We say 'farewell in Jesus name, From D.B.l. we must now depart With a prayer and memory in each heart. i Marveen Thompson