Demotte High School - Keen Keener Yearbook (Demotte, IN)

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Being president of the Student Council Really keeps Joyce Ann on the go. But in our class there couldn’t be found A person more capable, we know. You would really have to look a while To find someone as swell as Paul. He likes to read most anything, Though he doesn’t like Shakespeare at all. As Vinnie,” the colored maid, in our play, We thought Joann was really swell. As far as her love of school is concerned; From there she is sometimes AWOL. Here he comes, there he goes, Harold Kingma’s in town; In his little black Ford he will cruise. In school he’s quite peppy, ’cept in the last hour, For in government class he will snooze. To write a poem about myself Is one of the hardest things there is; Especially because, as you can see, At writing verse I am no whiz. Hear that gigle down the hall? We know it must be Joan. An artist, too, and she, for this Ability is known. Another athlete, who is known by all, Is captain of our basketball team. Just look at him go to town with that ball! Marvin is on the beam. Her first name is Carol, her last is Thornton, The singer of our class; She’s pretty and always ready for fun — A happy vivacious lass. We hope the ladder to Ed Totten’s success Will be a ladder that’s easy to climb. We all think he’s great in his clever routine Of acting out songs in pantomime. We, as classmates, do not know What is his planned vocation. Right now, though, Eddie has a job In Freddie’s filling station. He’s known to us as Skeeter, But his name is Norman Wright. Just give that guy a basketball, And he’s really dynamite. You’ve met us all, now we have to go — For Commencement we are yearning. But I’m sure that some will shed a tear, As we leave these halls of learning. The most quiet girl in the Senior class, (Quite refreshing we must admit) Is Ruth Terborg, who is always willing, In every job, to do her bit. By Judith Kingma

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Class Poem We, the class of nineteen fifty-two, Want you to meet us all; So one by one I present to you, Each Senior, great and small. Mr. Hission has sponsored us well; This last year, we know, was tough. For guidance in all things, we Seniors can’t Begin to thank him enough. She’s tall and slim, has long blond hair, Let’s first meet Anna Mae. We wish her real success in life, And Herbie, too, some day. To be a mssionary is the aim Of this blond in the Senior class. Whatever Barbara’s work may be, We say Good luck” fair lass. He edits our school paper well, Fred Boissy is his name, To enter politics, his wish, We hope he’ll reach his aim. This red haired girl is always busy, Working hard at this and that. Without her much would not get done; To Doris, now, we tip our hat.” Wow! Look at Roger’s swell physique. There’s more, though, to his fame. He really is the tops” in sports; He’s helped win many a game. Under this Senior’s crew cut, Are found a lot of brains. We know that Estill will use them well. As true success he gains. He ' s seldom in the limelight, This Senior boy so straight and tall, But Mahlon’s pleasant, quiet ways Make him well liked by us all. She’s busy with many activities, A cheer leader for three years, too, In typing and shorthand she’s a whiz; We think Janet’s O. K., don’t you? She makes good grades and also plays A clarinet in the band. To Joyce we wish the best of luck; We think she’s really grand. To be a nurse is the ambition Of this Senior, Carol Jo Hart. Whatever the job or task may be, She is ready to do her part. Bob Hunter, our class photographer, Is known by all for his hair of red. He’s really a ' sport’ in his flashy blue Dodge; When he’s around the town ’s not dead. His ability in basketball, football, track Makes this Senior athlete a popular gent. He likes to sing in a boys’ quartet; Meet Harold Jabaay, our class president.

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Last Will and Testament We, the Senior Class of 1952, though failing in mental ability, can still remember a few of our good and bad times, which we do hereby will, with the remainder of our estate, to our, probably ungrateful, underclassmen. Anna Mae Belstra, in a generous state of mind, wills her long blond hair to Wilma Hoffman. It looks like some changes will have to be made. Fred Boissy, in a moronic state of mind, wills his perfectly good seat in the study hall to Stanley Krucek. We hope you get more use out of it than he did. Barbara Bennema, in a careless state of mind, wills her driving ability to Pat Corbet. We bet you won’t be able to get a driver’s license. Doris Coberly, in an exhausted state of mind, wills all her nights spent at school to Joyce Dug- gins. May she also recommend a rest home. Boger DeYoung, in a carefree state of mind, wills his athletic ability to John DeKock. We wish you the best of luck with vour new assignment. Estill Duggins, in an intelligent state of mind, wills his report card and his penmanship to Leonard Swart. You may need an interpreter if you carry the penmanship through. Mahlon Grevenstuk, in a thoughtful state of mind, wills his height to Frank Cross. Have you ever tried Hadacol? Janet Hammerton, in a reluctant state of mind, wills her position as Editor of the Annual to Laura Mae Evers. We hope you have as much success as she had. Joyce Hamstra, in a regretful state of mind, wills all the good times she had at DeMotte, to Shirley Wiers. We hope you enjoy them. Carol Hart, in a self-conscience state of mind, wills all her vice-president positions to Lillian King- ma. You are really going to be busy. Bob Hunter, in a sympathetic state of mind, wills his way with girls to John Tomczak. You can take the course in 10 easy lessons. Harold Jabaay, in a generous state of mind, wills his government book to Don Ptacek. We hope you get something out of it. Joyce Jabaay, in a genial state of mind, wills her personality and her ability to skip school without getting caught to Dorothy Wilke. Paul Kaluf, in a flashy state of mind, wills his ability to argue to Nancy Knynsberg. Don’t be too hard on your classmates. Joann Kaper, in a rather dubious state of mind, wills her ability to skip school without getting caught and her debate notes to Janice Hoffman. Hope you do better than she did. Harold Kingma, in a reckless state of mind, wills his Ford and his cheerful personality to Jack Hixon. You’d better junk your ’37 Chevy. Judith Kingma, in a rhythmic state of mind, wills her music talent to Marilyn Raster. No hard feel- ings? Joan Scott, in a blissful state of mind, wills her artistic talent and her giggle to Marilyn Schoon- veld. Looks like you will have a cheerfid clas s. Marvin Terpstra, in an ambitious state of mind, wills his ability to be calm and reserved at all times to Bob Peterson. Carol Thornton, in a joyful state of mind, wills her ability to catch a man to Mary Bacon. Drop around sometime and she’ll tell you just how to proceed. Ruth Terborg, in a sentimental state of mind, wills all her old beat up accordian music to Marian Bels- tra. Will we have another Contino? Ed Totten, in a humorous state of mind, wills all his corny jokes to John Tomczak. Ed White, in a drowsy state of mind, wills his ability to sleep in class to John DeKock. Pleasant dreams, John. Norman Wright, in a happy state of mind, wills his cheerful personality to Frank Gross. Do you think he needs it? To the Juniors, as a whole, we will all our old Christmas decorations. To the Sophomores, we will our quiet study halls, poor teachers. To the Freshmen, we will the fun we had ini- tiating you into high school. May you have as much fun in ’55. To Mr. Hission, we will a chemistry class that doesn’t break all his equipment. To Mr. Stangle, we will a bicycle so he can get from one place to another faster. To Miss Rolling, we will an art class with talent. To Miss Griffith, we will a secretary and an hour and a half shorthand class that meets everyday. To Miss Beanblossom, we will a home ec. class that can read directions. To Mr. Diettert, we will a government class that knows a few political terms. To Mr. Champion, we will a shop all furnished with the equipment needed. To Mr. Moolenaar, we will a chorus that can har- monize. To Mr. Jones, we will a basketball team that will win the Sectional. By Doris Coberly