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

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I, Roy Kingma, bequeath the shoelaces out of my basketball shoes to Bob Barker. I, Carol Kooy, bequeath my walk to Doreen Thornton. I, Ron Marshall, bequeath my athletic ability to Warren Swart. I, Howard McDaniel, bequeath my ability to go steady to Pat Wyre. I, Mona Nannenga, bequeath my shorthand notebook to Kay Bunning. I, Ray Nannenga, bequeath my flattop haircut to Dean Kingma. I, Junior Van Keppel, bequeath my ability to get along with the teachers to Jim Unzicker. I, Marvin Vander Molen, bequeath my little old Ford to Ruthann Kampenga. I, Bill Thornton, bequeath the pencils I have collected through the years from my classmates to Edith Selby. I, Barbara Groet, bequeath my ability to go steady and my cheerlead- ing position to Mildred Coberly. We, Lorraine Hoffman and Mary Scott, bequeath our giggling ability to Marilyn Dahn. I, Robert Zylstra, bequeath my red crew cut to Russell Duggins. I, Kathryn Walstra, bequeath my driving ability to Veronica Krucek. I, Janet St. John, bequeath my singing ability to Sam Hamstra. We, Shirlee Shelhart and Bob Van Meerten, bequeath our curly hair to Bob Eenigenburg. I Marilyn Van Wienen, bequeath my ability to study and my glasses to Bob Schaefer. I, John Bol, bequeath my front seat with all the candy wrappers to Ruth Abbring. I, Virginia Bush, bequeath my boisterious manner to Gerald Gross. I, Myrle Coffer, bequeath my ability to skip school and not get caught to Jack Kelly. We, Charmaine De Fries and Bob Jackson, bequeath our quiet ways to Duanne Knynsberg. I, Evelyn De Fries, bequeath my pleasant smile and personality to Byron Walstra. I, Don Griwac, bequeath my serious thinking and big words to Pat Van Meerten. I, Marlene Hamstra, bequeath my old worn out tires to Linda Ham- merton. I Carolyn Hoffman, bequeath my ability to stick with one guy to Sue O’Brien. I, Elaine Wiers, bequeath my dipples to Marilyn Walstra.

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Last Will and Testament by Barbara Groet and Elaine Wiers We, the members of the Senior Class of DeMotte High School in the year of nineteen hundred and fifty-six, do hereby declare ourselves to be of sound mind, body and spirit; not being under the influence of any person, drug, or liquor of any kind, do solemnly bequeath these, our most prized and cherished possessions to the undergraduates of DeMotte High School. PART I We, the Senior Class, do hereby bequeath to the Juniors our old Christmas decorations and all the fun we had decorating. We, the Senior Class, do hereby bequeath to the Sophomores our ability to say the wrong thing at the right time. We, the Senior Class, do hereby bequeath to the Freshmen our ability to laugh only at jokes. Mr. Stangle — a new joke book. Mr. Hission — Orderly Senior Class meeting. Mr. Rose — More time to practice the piano. Mr. Jones — Basketball team that can win the Sectional. Mr. Mann — A music class that won’t be interrupted by a fire. Mr. Shreffler — A shop class that likes to draw. Mr. DeGraff — A larger thermos jug to carry more water to school. Mrs. Kroft — A class that can remember what they are to cook. Mrs. Hoeppner — A new radio for the typing room. Miss Rolling — A quiet study hall. PART II I, Marvin Kaluf, bequeath my ability to keep out of trouble to Bill Dyke. I, Robert Kaper, bequeath my football helmet to Chuck Peterson.

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Ciass Prophecy by Evelyn DeVries As I look into my crystal ball, I see the year 1966, just ten short years from high school daze”. I see the Senior class on Mars through the courtesy of the Griwac Rocket Ship Company”. This is the first success- ful rocket made by Don Griwac and his assistant Ronnie Marshall. The class of ’56 are the first people of earth to land on Mars and the people of Mars respect them with their masterful ways. As I step off the rocket who should greet me but the mayor of Mars, Bob Jackson. Carol Kooy and Janet St. John introduce themselves as ambassadors from earth. As I climb into the rockoplane, who should be the pilot, but my old classmate Howard McDaniel. The mayor suggested going to see the Marniac which is similar to the earth’s circus. Here again I meet some old friends, they are Virginia Bush and Myrle Coffer in charge of the tickets. There are many side shows and — there is Lorraine Hoffman urging people to come and see her famous friend Carolyn Hoffman, the girl from earth with the most blond hair. As I go further I detect a strange, wonderful odor and there is Shirlee Shelhart as she displays all her exotic perfumes. Elaine Wiers and Barbara Groet are her assistants as they try the effect of the perfumes on passers- by. Who should I notice testing several kinds, but Marvin Kaltif, Roy Kingma and Bob Kaper. This is surprising as they didn’t take to per- fumes in high school. I now see the Big Tent and decide to go and see what is in there. Marilyn Van Wienen is the ticket seller here. Who should usher me in but my friend Kathryn Walstra, she tells me to hurry as the show is about to begin. I find myself sitting beside Mary Scott and we start chatting. She points out some of our old classmates. Ray Nannenga is the spectator there with the little boy, and there is Marvin Vander Molen who has been successful as a comedian. The ringmaster starts to speak now and who should it be — yes, it is, Junior Van Keppel. The first act is Mona Nannenga the earth’s best trapeze artist. Her assistant is Marlene Hamstra. The next act is a clown act with Bill Thornton and Bob Van Meerten. Popcorn, Hot Dogs, Pop, Candy” shout the vendors and who should they be but Bob Zylstra and John Bol. They stop and chat awhile but ' my attention is arrested by the bare-back horse rider. I missed her name so I asked John who she is. He said it is my former classmate Charmaine DeVries. As I sit back and enjoy the rest of the Marniac suddenly I realize I have met all my classmates of 1956.