Forest High School - Leaves Yearbook (Forest, OH)

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SNAPS Phyllis and Dorothy in their innocent years. Professor Dick and his sweet- heart Carole. Who's the letter to Beth? Sally, Carole, Doris, and Patsy QThe Little Womenj. Who's afraid of Carole? So touching? Where are you from, Carolyn? Looking for something? Don't cry Kenny, Just look at all the smiles. Peek-a-boo, Beth. Sweet little Kenny. What do you have to laugh about? Aren't we pretty! Having trouble Joyce? Now listen! Bored Mr. Reese? Bathing Beauties. Lois, since when?

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SNAPS Q kg: ': fam? 2'M'mwt 2 ?f5'wff'5 L.. il Carolyn and Bill. Little Joyce?'? One of Beth s parties a few years ago. Ruth and Joann all dressed up. Working hard girls'?? Our younger days. Denny and Frank. Just one bite Carolyn and leave some for Bill. Marjorie and Willis Frey. Carole!! Joann. Little Ohlin. Raymond. Denny and Joyce. Tired Jean?? Daisey Hayes . . . Billy the Bride. . Dick in his first band suit. The Bride and Groom. Oh Beth!! What happen to Carolyn, Bill?? It is you Carl?? Well if it isn't little Carolyn . . McMaster Twins . . Where's the Fish? Bill and Jim.

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lAST Wlll AND TESTAMENT OF SENIOR CLASS OF 1951 We, the Senior Class of Nineteen Hundred Fifty-One, being of so-und mind C25 and stout heart do bequeath our sole possessions to the follow- ing worthy people. To the Junior Class We bequeath our battle-scarred classroom. We hope they will follow in our footsteps and keep it clean at least one week out of the year. To the sophomores we bequeath our unmarried men QWe do have such creatures! D To the Freshmen we bequeath our quiet English classes which we un- derstand they don't have. To Mr. Thomas we leave the right to breathe freely. After we are gone, maybe he'll get a chance. To Mr. Baum we leave all the future Democrats of Forest. Maybe he can convert them. To Mr. Pine we leave the right to a long quiet vacation which we know he has earned after this past year's hard work. To Mr. Reese we leave our football suits and shoes to be filled by other players. To Mr. Shaffer we will our rubber cement to mend his basketballs for future use. To Mr. Engle we will our messy uniforms and badly battered instru- ments with the hope that they can be repaired and used by future band members. To Mr. Brooks we will the hope for more quiet and interesting study halls. To Mr. Becker we leave our empty paint cans in hope that he will fill them for future use. To Mrs. Holtzmuller we will the hope she will stick up for other classes as she did for ours. To Mrs. Shaffer we will our tidy manners in the Home Ec. room. To Mrs. Mace we will our many A's in English in hope that she will give them to future students. I, Harry Brown, bequeath my love for majorettes to John Harford. I, Carolyn Cooper, bequeath my ability to study in study halls to Ohlin I-Iemmerly. I, Robert Farmer, bequeath my speed to Norman Hayes. I, William Green, bequeath my height to Raymond Woolley. I, Lois Hamilton, bequeath my big mouth to Carole Lehman, just in case hers wears out. I, Katherine Hochstettler, bequeath my figure to Geraldine Humphrey. I, James Ludwig, bequeath my silent glamour to anyone who wants it. I, Bessie J olliff, bequeath my ability to have a perfect attendance through high school to Raymond Weber. I, Ruth Kingman, bequeath my ability to meet new guys to Ruth Lines. I, Merle Metzger, bequeath my small but mighty size to Don Wilkins. I, Carol McDaniel, bequeath my ability to go steady through high school to Edith Cramer. I, Miriam Sons, bequeath my mild temper to Carolyn Baum. I, Frank Thompson, bequeath my embarrassing moments to all teachers. I, Audrey Thomson, bequeath my ability to open my mouth at the wrong time to Anna Lee Hankins. I, Carl Webb, bequeath my ability to mess things up in band to Tom Kellogg. I, Dick Willson, bequeath my strutting and high stepping ability as Drum Major to the future Drum Majors. I, Charles Wright, bequeath my rough technique to Joe Frederick. I, Joyce Zimmerman, bequeath my charming figure to Alice Rizor. I, Joann Young, bequeath my late hours to Janice Musgrave. I, Betty Tuorrey, bequeath my ability to have my own way to Marilyn Anderson. I, Jennie Curtin, bequeath my shortness to Clyde Harrold. I, Jo Ann Harris, bequeath my sense of humor to Tom Price.