English High School - Englishman Yearbook (English, IN)

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I, Rita Horton, bequeath my band uniform to George McDonald and my crowded bus ride to Patsy Masterson in hopes she can survive it as I did. I, Bobby Bul1ington,' bequeath my perfect attendance re cord to my brother, Billy, and my perfect English grades under Miss White to anyone who can do better. I, Russell Newkirk, bequeath my position as student manager to Rex Roberson and my interest in one certain girl to Jimmy Eckerty. Fay wright

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I, Delores Ballard, being of sound mind and body, bequeath my ability to stay out later than late and still come to school to Twighla Walts. I also leave my ability for making too many dates to my beloved sister, Carolyn, in hopes she can keep them straightened out better than I. To Helen Denton, I leave my ability to get a husband. To all my brothers, I leave my memory in the hope that it isn't too bad. I, Richard Johnson, bequeath my grades in English to Steve Eastridge. To Terry Smith, I leave my place on the basketball team and to Rollie Tillery my ability to go steady in my senior year. To Tony Longest, I leave my books and to my sister, Sharon, I leave my citizenship grades because she will need them. I, Anna Mills, bequeath my spee ch books to Nidrah Roberson, in hopes she will take good care of them. To Phyllis Luff, I leave my ability to get along with everyone. I, Harry Williamson, bequeath my seat in Miss White's speech and government class to anyone who can hold it down, and my curly hair to Mr. Robbins. I, Loretta Smith, leave my position as cheerleader to Lillie Gilliatt 'so that she will have it her last two years, and to Mary Goldman and Ronnie Hughes, my ability to make good citizenship grades. I, Edna Mae Smith, bequeath my speech book to Maybelle Peckinpaugh, in hopes that she can make better use of it than I have, and I leave my shyness to Patsy Masterson. I, Hazel Zehr, bequeath, my citizenship grades to Bob Parr, providing he doesn't lower them. To Wilbur Zehr, I leave my speech book in hopes that he will get more out of it than I have and to Alice Parr, I bequeath my ability to hold my temper. I, Jerry Buford, hereby bequeath my typewriter to Philip Woolums in hopes that he will do a better job than I. I also leave my job as catcher on the baseball team to Tony Longe st. I, Dorothy Nickelson, do hereby bequeath all my books to my brainy sister, Janice, and my citizenship grades to my brother, David. To Ronald Hughes, I leave my ability to talk about people. I, Opal Teaford, bequeath my beloved oboe to anyone who can put up with it for four years, and my band uniform to anyone it will fit on the condition that they wear it with pride and loyalty. I leave my chemistry book to George Williams provided that he will enjoy the class as much as I have. I bequeath my citizenship grades to Carmie King hoping he can raise them. I, Leon Belcher, bequeath my speech book to my sister, Maxine, providing she studies it more than I have. To Jimmy Ecke rty, I leave my position as president of F.F.A. in the hopes that he makes a better one than I have. To Gordon Goldman, I leave my ability to get along with all the girls, but, not to go steady with any of them. To Charles Enlow, I leave my front seat in government class providing he doesn't flirt with Miss White. I, Margie McGovern, bequeath my speech book to my brother, Donald, in hopes that he will learn more about it than I have. My good citizenship grades I leave to anyone who needs them providing that they won't lower them.

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Class Prophecy One sunny day this spring I got to chemistry class before anyone else Qthat was really unusual for mel, Since no one was in the lab, I thought I'd have some fun ex- perimenting by myself. I proceeded to mix different powders and liquids together in some test tubes. I don't know how it happened but BOOM!! a test tube exploded and a purple vapor filled the room. The next thing I knew I was sitting in the middle of a huge green meadow with a great herd of strange looking cattle near by. Then I saw a tall, dark, handsome rider coming toward me. It was Marvin Smith! Marvin took me to the ranch house to meet his partner which was Harry Williamson. It seems that they had bought a 100 acre spread in Wyoming and had developed a new breed of cattle. The cattle had brought them a small fortune. Now they had a 30, O00 acre ranch that is so huge they even have to brand their own cattle to keep track of them. Harry had married a girl from Wyoming but Marvin still hadn't found the right one , They told me that another former classmate lived on the next ranch. We all climbed into the WIS ranch plane and flew over to the next ranch. The house looked like it had come from New York's Park Avenue. The door opened and there stood Dody Ballard! She had become a model in New York after graduation but had soon left the metropolis be cause it was just too crowded. She and Don had married and bought this ranch but they didn't raise cattle. They raised little ducks, The next day another guest arrived, Loretta Doolittle. She was as gay and vivacious as ever, but oh, so many problems!! All of them very good looking. She explained that she had an escort bureau in Chicago, but all of the escorts fell for her, I flew down to Reno where I met Bonnie Carothers. Bonnie was a secretary to an important executive, W.D. Mock, David was the owner of a huge chain of stores, Mock, Inc. The stores sold sporting goods, everything from B-B guns to elephant rifles, rowboats to yachts, even books on sports. One of the best sellers was, How to Catch a Skunk , by the famous giant from Bogard Hollar, Dean Hubbard. I asked about Dean and Bonnie told me that he was now on one of his lecture tours and if I wanted to hear him she would take me that night. As we entered the large auditoriurn, I heard a lazy voice say, Now for another story of my boyhood days in Bogard Hollar . Yes, it was Dean. After his lecture he and his wife asked us to join them for supper, Just like old times Dean and I were considerate of our appetite s, We went to a quaint little tearoom. The Cafe was lighted by candles and violins played softly in the background. Madam Zella looked into our cups and told our fortunes. She told us our names and even some happenings in our high school years. She certainly had us mystified for a while until she told us that she was Dorothy Nickelson. She owned the tearoom and sometimes entertained by fortune telling,