Gettysburg High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Gettysburg, OH)

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f FORTY NINERS We are not the type oi class To sit around and pine, For things we hate to strive for We're the Class of '49. Of course, we have our pastirnes Our parties are divine, But when it comes to business, That's the Class of '49. When asked for recitations l'll lay you eight to nine You'll always get an answer From the Class of '49. Now when it comes to too much play That's where we draw the line. No snowballs thrown at teachers By the Class of '49. We have respect for all our elders And our teachers are all fine No crooked halos or clipped wings In the Class of '49. And when it comes to comparison, There's just no class like minef' We're just as proud as we can be Of our Class of '49. Of course, we're only human And it's tough to wait on time But we'l1 be the happiest brats alive In the SPRING OF '49. --Alice Dunevant 19

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in-uinr will We, the Class of '49 of Gettysburg High School in the County of Darke and the State of Ohio, being of sound mind and judgment and realizing that we have reached that important stage in our life where we find it both necessary and proper before taking our next step onward to more celestial spheres, and being conscious and pain fully aware that on May 19, 1949, we shall part from said High School, do hereby de- clare this our last will and testament and dispose of our property and talents in the manner following to wit: ARTICLE I We, the Class of '49, will our textbooks to the future seniors. ARTICLE ll r We, the Seniors of '49, bequeath the following: l, Lorene Archey, will my knowledge of shorthand to Martha Schultz. I, Arvilla Ashman, will my detention slips to Phyllis Johnson. I, Don Brewer, will my drumsticks to Billy Brewer. I, JoAnne Brown, will my cheerleading outfit to the next cheerleader. I, Dorothy Christian, will my clarinet to anyone who can play it. l, Eugene Crick, will my F. F. A. work to anyone who will take it I, Ruby Dickey, will my long fingernails to anyone with short ones. l, Alice Dunevant, will my blue eyes to Ralph Laughman. I, Frank Elliott, will my butch haircut to Harold Collins. l, Glenna Fields, will my sports ability to Marlene Bowman. I, Junior Fields, will my ability to stay home to Bill Keller. I, Jim Flory, will my height to Jack Alspaugh. I, Glenna Garrett, will my musical ability to Eddie Buzzard. I, Glenna Grewe, will my editorship of the annual to anyone with patience. I, Sue House, will my ability to keep a man to the junior girls. I, Dick Menke, will my mustache to Duane Morton. I, Darlene Miller, will my ability in basketball to Joyce Morton. l, Janice Mott, will my first chair in orchestra to Betty Johnson. I, Dan Nease, will my pitching ability to Wayne Didier. I, Duane Netzley, will my glasses to Verl Keeler. I, Roy Schultz, will my weight to Slirn McMiller. I, Roy Shoenleben, will my basketball ability to Harold Collins. I, Roy Skiles, will my giggles to Joyce Morton. I, Juanita Swabb, will my typing ability to Joyce Morton. I, Ruth Warner, will my blonde hair to DoLores Shade. l, Kenneth Westfall, will my ability to hate girls to Bill Stoltz. I, Betty Wentworth, will my majorette suit to anyone who wants it. I, Robert Wion, will my temper to Ben Hudson. I, Darlene Wehrley, will my ability to ignore girls to Ralph Hoblit. 18

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