Duncan High School - Wildkat Yearbook (Duncan, AZ)

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Sponsored by CO-ED SHOP Chase Creek Clifton, Arizona SENIORS Marvin Lonnie Now listen my children and you shall hear The story of our seniors of these past years. The years have gone by, one and two, And left in Duncan, ’54’s are but few. Off on an island, deserted and wild, Live Alvin Baber, his wife and his child. Now look at Alvin, the most likely to suceed. All that grows in his garden is one little weed! Across the sea in distant Siam Dena Parks awakens and says, ‘‘Wonder where I am!” After a party, a dance, and a drink, Dena doesn’t seem able to think. Here in New York, Verna Lunt is a model; She peddles fine gowns with a flirt and a toddle. Cute little Verna with a figure so trim Never did catch a something called “him.” Down in Oklahoma where they grow’em tall. Live Charles Ballew and his wife so small. She’s a cute little thing only four feet eleven You can see how she measures to his six feet seven. Doris Cosper still lives here in Duncan. She’s as cute as a peach and as round as a pumpkin. She just couldn’t wait to get out of school But she says the last couple of years she’s quit acting the fool. You remember Gerry Allred, the smale little girl? She dances in Las Vegas with a turn and a twirl. To be a bookkeeper was her ambition. But now she’s a show girl, “To heck with addition!” Now take Sally Foote, a regular old “brain.” She’s a black sheep in her family, one they don’t claim. She studied so “hard” to get a good education. But now she washes cars in her husband’s gas station. Now there’s a girl named Wilma Daniel She has a career raising spaniels. There’s a bow wow here and a bow wow there. Don’t you think Daniel and the spaniels will make a good pair? Donald Smallwood tried being a Hollywood star But as you see he didn’t go very far. He sang all the western songs he knew But everyone said, ‘‘Boy, you’re through!” What’s this we see in Barnum and Bailey’s show It’s our old friend, Wayne McGrath, the old crow, He’s in the freak show with all of his charms. He just thrills the girls with his real long arms. Now left back in Duncan is poor Bobby Knight He sleeps in the day and works through the night. For up in P. D. he works by long shifts He’s an engineer on the trains upon the cliffs. Over in Phoenix we see Lcnnie Moore He is just getting ready for another long tour, The Superstition Mountains is said his aim Although they all sav he has nothing to gain. Billy Nelson was a lifeguard way out on the coast “I can lick anyone,’’ was his big boast. One day he got caught by a big fellow’s right. Poor fellow, he was killed in this terrible fight. Over in San Francisco we have James Tuey He’s a Chinese cook, his specialty’s chop suey. Shirley Alvin

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SENIOR HISTORY Our small, mighty class of ’54 started on its toilsome way to this gradua- tion success on a September day way back in the year 1941. Those remain- ing from that kindergarten class are in number seven and are named: Rav- dene Hanchett, Geraldine Allred, Sally Foote, Verna Lunt, Doris Cosper, Dena Parks, and Wayne McGrath. In the first grade we acquired five of our “prize” fellas: Ronald Jacob- son, Bill Nelson, Hank Brubaker, Lonnie Moore, and James Tuey. Also two swell gals—Carol Claridge and Wilma Daniel, the latter for only awhile. In the second grade we were very unlucky in the way of kids joining us for good—not one soul. In the third grade a cute kid, Bobby Knight, came into our happy midst. Also Alvin Baber spent this one year with us. In the fourth and fifth grades no additional permanent members came our way. In the sixth grade—Erwin Crotts, Willie Davis, Martin Tellez, Manuel Garcia, and Eugenia Herrera joined our evergrowing ranks. In the seventh grade when we were really feeling older; no one came to continue on. Well, we made it to the eighth grade, and here a “tuff” kid, Marvin Eldred, joined our large group. In fact, we were the largest class to gradu- ate from Duncan Elementary up to that time. If we remember correctly, there were 45 of us. Finally, we were “little big shots,” or another more frequently used name, Freshmen! That year our class, now just 37 in number, took to its heart again Alvin Baber, and for the first time Shirley Mosley. We weren’t treated like most frosh but “by hook or by crook” we couldn’t get away from that dreaded initiation. Donald Smallwood, one that will help our class be remembered forever, joined our select little group too. As sophomores we gained just one more swell guy, this being Joe Baber. This year we wielded the “big stick” at initiation and had a fit when the powers threatened to do away with it. During our junior year a well-mannered boy, Charles Ballew, lent a little dignity to the class. Our junior-senior prom and banquet was a huge success. This was largely due to Coach Frealy’s ingenuity and imagination which turned the gym into a South Seas paradise dreamily lighted by “Blue Moon.” Now, we are almighty seniors, and with John Hamilton added to our midst and Wilma Daniel rejoining us, we number 27. From here, who knows what lies in store, but we fervently hope that each will go on to a much higher, greater achievement in life!!!!! Sponsored by DUNCAN 5 10 Phone 64 Duncan, Arizona

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He has lots of money and he lives like a king. He is also the leader of a tough smuggling ring. To college Carol Claridge went To try and catch some men. But try and try as she would, She still wishes she could! Eugenia Herrera, the strong-armed girl When she used to serve a ball, your toes would curl. Now she paints pictures of bouquets of roses. That’s why they call her Grandma Moses! Sposored by SEARS, ROEBUCK AND COMPANY 513 Main Street Safford. Arizona Billy Erwin Crolls. the prosperous one, Has him a wife, a little short one. His wife is coarse and rough and tan, From working in the fields for her old man. Raydene Hancheit, a character so cool, She was the artist in our dear old school. Now she paints pictures of bouquets of roses. That’s why they call her Grandma Moses! In Las Vegas in a great big bar, Stands Willie Davis, a great big star. He croons all day to the cigarette girls. He goes for that kind with the ribbons and curls. Down in the tropics, in the middle of the sea, Swings Manuel Garcia from tree to tree, He swings all day in the tropic sun. He doesn’t work hard, but he sure has fun! Here in Duncan laying bricks. Is Marvin Eldred with his children six. He works and works and never has any fun. And all he has to show for it is a bottle of rum. Rcnald Jacobson, one of our football stars, Comes out of the games all covered with scars. With all those scars you’d think he’d be sore. But he always seems to go back for more. Martin Tellez is on East Van Buren: His many gals have been his ruin. When he gets out, he wants to be a hermit. He’ll live far away on old Mt. Kermit. Sitting in a bar down Texas way, Is John Hamilton, he’s there to stay. He says to the bartender, “Fill er up. Bill, Or I’ll go home and start up my still.” Henry Brubaker's taking a real long trip, All because of a black and blue lip. Seems he want out with a cute girl one night. And her and her husband had a big fight. Hey, Shirley Mcsley, “How lucky can a girl get? ’ She bought a ticket and on her man she did bet. She placed it for win, and him she did snare. Now she tells this to her kids, in her ole rockin’ chair. Here’s Joe Baber, who loves “Widder Brown.” He’s the mayor of our little town. For traffic tickets he charges very large fines And on “pardons he shakes his head and declines. Now this is the tale, said and sore Of the Senior Class of '54. They were stinkers when they were here, But thoughts of them, we’ll always hold dear. Bob John