Flora High School - Florian Yearbook (Flora, IN)

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 SENIOR CLASS WILL” Ladies! Gentlemen! I called you to assemble here as a solemn duty, that you, the heirs and assigns of my respected client, the class of 1950, may hear her last will and testament, which as her legal advisor, I drew as directed by her immediately prior to her passing from our presence. Attention — I shall begin! Quiet! Ahem! Ahem! We, the class of 1950, in the city of Flora, the State of Indiana, the country of America, being in good mental condition (as usual), in a much better temper than usual (considering what we’ve been through), do make this, our last will and testament, hereby revoking and making void any heretofore made, or mayhap carelessly spoken, one to the other as the thoughtless wish of an idle hour. To the Faculty, we leave a sense of relief, for at last we have graduated. To Mr. Callane, we leave an example of an ideal” Senior Class. To the jolly Juniors, we leave our ability to get along in government with just six books. To the silly Sophomores, we leave our ability to reach a majority vote in class meetings. To the green Freshmen, we leave the peaceful quiet caused by our absence, and any apple cores, wads of gum, or crumpled notes we may have left behind. I, WILLIAM HOWARD ADAMS, will my ability to go steady to Steven Mills. I. JERRY GENE AI.BAUGH, will my hand gestures to Donna Brubaker. I, ELEANOR FRANCES BEAM, will my ambition to have a career to Julia Shanks. I, CONRAD LEWIS BURTON, will my basketball ability to Kenny Porter. I, MARK RICHARD CARTER, will my scholastic ability to Malcolm Stanton. I, EFFIE DOUGLAS, will my ability to manage a stubborn bunch of seniors to the future senior sponsor. I, JOAN ELIZABETH DRAPER, will my ability to get A” in band to Dean Shoff.

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CLASS HISTORY In the fall of 1946, nineteen small flower bulbs were planted in the Flora garden of knowledge. As we entered our freshman year of growth, we elected for our leaders: Dick Carter, president; Conrad Burton, vice-president; Jack Fulton, secretary; Paul Shields, treasurer; and Jerry Albaugh, student council. Miss Metzger was our gardener. Having one year of growth behind us, we edged our way through the ground to start our sophomore year of growing. During this year three of our fellow bulbs were dug up and transplanted in other gardens of knowledge. We were now sixteen in number. Our leaders for this year of growth were: Conrad Burton, president; Jerry Albaugh, vice-president; Dean Isaacs, secretary; Eleanor Beam, treasurer; and Jack Fulton and Paul Shields, student council. Our gardener was Mr. Caughell. The next year we were really starting to grow as we entered our junior year of growth. As we started to bloom, we were distinguished from the rest of the flowers in the garden, for we took the shape and color of yellow roses. We found that again one of our bulbs had been transplanted to another garden of knowledge. We were now fifteen in number. Our leaders for our junior year of growth were: Jack Fulton, president; Jerry Albaugh, vice-president; Lois Talkington, secretary; Conrad Burton, treasurer; and Joan Draper, Paul Shields, and Dick Carter, student council. Our gardener was Mrs. Douglas. Now in our fourth year of growth we found we had lost another bulb and were now fourteen in number. So as we launched into our last year of growing, our leaders were: Conrad Burton, president; Mitchell Sanderson, vice-president; Laverne Wiles, secretary; Eleanor Beam, treasurer; and Jerry Albaugh, Jack Fulton, Dick Carter, and Shirley Shoff, student council. Mrs. Douglas was again our gardener. We are now full grown and full of the experiences and trials of growing up in the garden of knowledge. We leave behind us the wish that the rest of the class flowers will enjoy and appreciate their growth as we have.

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I, JACK WALLACE FULTON, will my ability to smile at certain sophomore and eighth grade girls to Donald Kilmer. I, DEAN ALBERT ISAACS, will my ability to attend school regularly to Lewis Mocherman. I, THOMAS D. JENKINS, will my height and physique to Gene Michael. I, MITCHELL L. SANDERSON, will my ability to flirt with girls to Bill Mann. I, JAMES NELSON SHARP, will my clear explanations on questions to Jean Nevin. I, PAUL ROBERT SHIELDS, will my eighth grade love affairs to Betty Isaacs. I, SHIRLEY BARBARA SHOFF, will my quiet ways and actions to Martha Humberd. I, LAVERNE ALTA WILES, will my riotious laugh to Donna Feltcnberger. In witness whereof, we, the class of 1950, the testator, have set our hand seal on the twenty-fifth day May in the year of 1950. Witnesses: Signed: TOM SERING CLASS OF ’50. OTTO PENN CLASS PROPHECY I am Jack-O,” the fabulous mystic fortune teller. I am, by request from a letter, sought out to see in my crystal ball what has happened to the fourteen wonders of the class of 1950. The first vision to come clear in my crystal ball is a girls’ soft-ball game. Guess who is manager and coach? None other than Jerry Albaugh. Jerry, who was unsuccessful in making the big league baseball, decided he would take second best and become a coach. P.S. Jean plays second base. As the vision becomes more clear, I see two hobos riding the rails on the local freight train. Why, I do believe it is Bill Adams and Conrad Burton. It seems that the boys were driven to this life because of women. Conrad couldn’t get along with his first six wives, and Bill decided women were evil to a good man.