Grafton High School - Chatterbox Yearbook (Grafton, IA)

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I'll bet when you first started To read this you thought that it Was a poem. Isn’t it funny how people go on Reading anyway when they know they are being fooled? Monday Morning Blues Speak gently to me, teacher, It's so hard to concentrate When it’s the morning after the night before, And I stayed out way too late. But I’ll buckle down this week, teacher, Though I confess I can hardly wait, For a night before a morning after When I stay out way too late. ”1 know I’m not really much to look at,” admitted Elroy. “Oh, well,” Joyce said, “You’ll be at the garage most of the time.” “A modern girl doesn’t chase a man. But then a mousetrap doesn't chase a mouse, either.” SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY As we gaze into professor Ish Kabibble’s crystal ball we see the class of 1947 twenty years hence. The greatest share of the class have worked diligently and climbed the ladder of success. Glenn Schultz our industrious student, has a million dollar jewelry business in the heart of Bolan. He has a store that equals “Tiffany’s in elegance. His speciality is exquisitely cut blue diamonds. Maxine Greiner’s only ambition was to secure a husband. Despite many flirtations it was not until last year that she finally succeeded. The striving couple are farming near the county home. Looking again into our crystal ball we see, away out in Colorado, Richard Navratil on a tiny twenty acre ranch. His only desire when he was in high school was to hear the rattle of the saddle so we think he must be very happy. Looking more closely, near Richard, we see Orland Walk. Orland often dreamed of finding his fortune in a store, and of all things we find him selling salt in his own store in Salt Lake City.

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY (Cont.) It has been Marjorie White’s wish to lure a husband. She is now living on a farm near Toeterville. It is quite a problem for her to try to get her thirteen children in a Model A coupe, when she goes to town to do her shopping. You might know what a time she has when they are all like their mother. Lois Krueger is last but not least. She speeded through school because she liked to hear the clatter of the city. She is now working in the National Tea Food Store selling men’s shoes in the ladies hosiery department. SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the members of the Senior Class of 1947, being in good health and of sane mind and memory, and about to leave our place as the superior class in Grafton High, do make public and decree this to be our last will and testament. To the Juniors: We leave all of our senior privileges and good times. To the Sophomores: We leave our intelligence and trials. To the Freshmen: We leave our troubles and heartaches. I, Glenn Schultz, will my drawing ability to Mario Flo, my ability to do my history to Gene Kuntz, and my long hair to Keith Bork. I, Maxine Greiner, will my loud voice to Marcella Krueger, my speed to Bonnie Schultz, and my ability to make good grades to my brother Ellsworth. I, Richard Navratil, will to Jack Kuehn my boots, my height to Jack Bork, and my willingness to work to Richard Kuehn. I, Or land Walk, will my Breir pipe to Gene Kuntz, my tough ability to Keith Bork, and my ability to talk back to teachers to Lowell Schultz. I, Marjorie White, will Mary Ann Buechele my ability to be teacher’s pet, my weight to Dorothy Rademaker, and my guarding power to Joyce Nitcher— “Can she use it? ’ I, Lois Krueger, will my ability of jumping out of windows to Uralee Walk, to be high point girl on the basketball team to Maxine Nitcher and to elude men to Elaine Bublitz.