Hancock Central High School - Echoes Yearbook (Hancock, MI)

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Before puffing and panting up Quincy Hill, we, Johanna Somero and Catherine O'Conne!l pause long enough to bestow our daily walk upon Janet Townsend and Joyce Karpinen. Having succeeded Bob Seaton as President of the Baehelor's Club, I, Bob Nominelli willingly leave this honor to Bob O'Connell. Remember, Bob, be faithful to that pledge! I, Norma Mickelsert, after busily chattering for all these years, will my gilt ol' gab to Chester Jeffery. To Stanley Thompson, I, John Verbanac, leave my dark complexion and quiet ways. I, Betty Syria, leave my deep dimples to Charlotte Corbeil. Grin broadly, Char. That's the way! I, Fred Mfilliamson, refuse to leave Carol, for she's mine and I'n1 taking her with me. However, I will leave my ambition to become a mortician to Douglas Crawford. Hear ye! Hear ye! I, Marion IfVilliams, am about to leave my sense of hu- mor to Car! Voelker. Oh dear, what will I do without it! I, Pearl Sjoblom, wish to leave my almost unpronounceable name to the Swede who can pronouce the s and together. I, Joan Nottoli, will leave my love for high heels to Sally DesRosiers. It almost feels as if you'rc on top of the Empire Building, doesn't it. Sally? I, Mildred Mattson. leave my fondness for the art of sewing to Edith Kesti. I, Paul Mount-joy, leave the noisemakers in my boots to John Kotila. You must promise to make as much noise as possible. My most valuable possession, The Art of Successful Bluffingf' written by me after four long years of experi- ence, I leave to Aila Saarnivaara. I, Barbara Houle, gladly leave my soft voice with Corinne Plassa. I have decided to keep my drag with XVI-IDF for further use. Having decided that one person's quietness wouldn't be enough to subdue her. we, Elsie Tossava and Vieno Keranen, have combined to bequeath our quiet and unassuming ways to Lenore Yelland. I, Bertha Nissila, leave the 1111 of keeping quiet when there's nothing to say to John Spitz. I, James Dale, will take everything with me, including my love for a certain Freshman girl. I, Rosemary Andreozzi, leave my pleasing personality to the present Junior Class to help thetn through the difficult senior year. To Mary Ann Preiner, I, Mary Ohnemus, leave my position as head ma- jorette. My Bobby I leave in Miss Merke's charge. Take good care of him, for I'll be back for him at the end of the year. I, Carl Olson, gladly leave my nickname Kalla to any poor fish who will stand for it. My superfluous height I bestow on Little Jon Saunders. To some aspiring basketball player, we, Albert Pardini and Bob Makela, leave our superb basketball ability. 'l'o anyone who lands the job of yearbook typist, I, Betty Lassila, leave my typing ability. You'll certainly have to learn the art of deciphering many dif- ferent kinds of scribbling! I think l'll take my advantageous position as the daughter of the Chief of Police with me. I, Delores Murtonen, leave my patience to anyone who likes to play the piano but often has a hard time playing the right notes, especially in Mixed Choir. ' Page twenl y five

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pfwpfzecq I am old Papa Prophet. I haye been summoned to rexeal the destiny of the class of nineteen lmndred and forty-nine. 'Tis many a year, 100 years to be exact, since 1 hate beheld a class with such a successful past and fabulous future. But that is only traditional, for are not all '49ers triumphant explorers? The extensive plot ol' land on which you are camping, haven of the porcu- pines, beginning from the boundary' of Roaring Creek to the distant Catskill Mountains shall be your settlement and hereafter be called Porcupine Gulch. The town Mayor is the class' only great politician, Rudolph Kemppainen. On holidays he is seen riding on his horse and grinning at the crowd which roars, Hail, Emil! Our star journalist, Charlotte Nikula. has risen to the position of editor- in-chief ol' The Nugget, the newspaper ol Porcupine Gulch which is weekly, monthly, bimonthly, yearly or whenet er they get it off the press. The professional cartoonist ol' The Nugget is Arlen Juntunen, and nat- urally his most popular comic strip is The Gumpsf' The recent issue published the picture of Mary Ellen Carney, the famed pianist and opera singer ol' the nearby town ol licho Canyon, The star shutter bug is Morris Vedder. and his Iirst assignment was to photo- graph Claire Fcldscher with her winning smile, for the Blondex Shampoo Ads. In the woody regions of our settlement. surrounded by the wilds of nature. lixes Marion Y'Villiams, the second Elizabeth Barrett Browning, engrossed in composing poetry' for The Nugget. The cleanest little rest:uu'ant with the bcst hotne made chow in town is Freddy s Snack Shack with Frt tl X'Villiamson, the chief cook and bottle washer. His favorite dish is Carol-ala-mode. Bill Richards is Porcupine Culch's new speed cop. Right now he is in the fire hall informing the admiring younger generation neret to exceed the speed of 90 miles per hour! The town barber, the only left handed bush clipper in the XVest,. is none other than Bette Hawken who inherited the talent lrom you-know-who and you-know-where. Bette is engaged in cutting the sleek, curly locks of Jeanne Kulju who will attend the contention ol' XVizards. You see, Jeanne owns the Kulju Mystery' House deep in the shadowy forest where her contagious laugh scares patrons silly. The community's Fox Theatre was bought by the experienced pop corn maker and usher, Ruth Puska and Allen I.ehti. Quite an agreeable partnership, don't you think? Mildred Mattson is the fashion designer of lNladame lXIildred's Dress Shoppe. Elsie Tossaya is the head seamstress who specializes in making wedding gowns for the blushing brides. Down beside the woodland pond sits the dreamy artist, Barbara Houle. sketching the quiet countryside. She still has one ear glued to her portable radio. listening to that certain yoice. The happy' pair, Mr. and lXlrs. Lowell Karjala. fhfrs. Karjala was the former Betty Immonenj are leading a quiet lil'e on ze ranch in a secluded spot ol' our settlement which they call Dogpatch. The cousins X'Villiam and .Xrthur Nuottila are employed as the cowpunchers. About a mile down the road stands the little red school house of Happy Val- ley' of which Norma Mickelsen is the school-marm. The little shrimps are the exact replicas of this generation but are too numerous to name. Patil Romberg is the blustery truant officer who has grown a goatee and a handle-bar mustache. He just can't understand why kidsiwant to skip school. Page twenty seven