Hastings High School - Saxon Yearbook (Hastings, MI)

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 Being of sound mind — WE BEQUEATH I, Norman McIntyre, leave my quiet manner to William Castelein. I, Theodore McKelvey, leave my long, manly strides to Jack Schilthroat. I, Edgar McMellen, leave my nickname to the rainy days. I, Joan McPharlin, leave my heelplates to the study hall teachers. I, Betty Martin, leave my luck during leap year to the incoming freshmen. I, Margaret Matson, gladly leave the sewing class to anyone. I, June Meek, leave my last name to Richard Castelein. I, Carl Moore, leave my plans for an airborne band to Mr. Hine. I, Jane Mullen, leave. Address: Barry County Jail. I, Kenneth Myers, leave my smile to Chuck An- nable. I, Robert Nelson, leave my jokes to Daniel Mat- thews. I, Louis Neubert, leave for the navy. I, Noragene Nielsen, leave my Pepsi-Cola test to anyone who can pass it. I, Delila Oaks, leave for my job. I, Roland Oaster, leave cross country to the foxes. I, James Partridge, leave my red nose to Bob Munn. I, Betty Patten, leave my height to Ann Mc- Donald. I, Dennis Payne, leave my bow and arrow to Paul Wilkes. I, Clarice Pease, leave my noon hours to John Babcock. I, Bernard Peck, will not leave — my job. I. Dale Rau, leave my car to no one. I, Robert Reaser, leave with my books and my tenor. I, Doris Richards, leave my bus slips to the next lucky girl. I. Alan Rider, leave my brains to science. I, Phyllis Ritzman, leave for the second hill in Kalamazoo — Western that is. I, Ronald Rivers, have left with Marilyn. I, Gerald Sanders, leave all the Hastings girls for those in Nashville. I, Robert Sharpe, leave my efficiency and organi- zational ability to Robert Seay. I, Kathleen Shellington, leave. Isn’t that enough? I, Dale Shipman, have already left. I, Doris Shipman, leave all my freckles to Reva Miller. I, Ethelyn Shriber, leave my dark complexion to Jean Moore. I, Edsel Sinclair, leave my midnight rides from Nashville to anyone with a car. I, Jack Slocum, leave my heart-broken bobby soxers to the wide world. I, Donald Smith, leave my beard to Dick Bryans. I, Dorotha Smith, leave my smile to all harassed teachers. I, Kenneth Smith, leave “Susie” to Cousin Bob. I, Shirley Smith, leave my squeaking clarinet to Myron Reynolds. I, Robert Spillane, leave my wisecracks to future senior will editors. I, Gordon Story, take my “Cavalcade of Amuse- ments” with me. I, Marilyn Tebo Rivers, give my former last name back to the Indians. I, Owen Thomas, leave all my flashy sweaters to Budd Randall. I, Donna Tobias, leave now, but I’ll be hearing from you. I, Ellen Todd, leave my musical ability to Marilyn Martin. I, Charles Truesdell, leave my late morning ar- rivals to Pat Lord. I, Arthur Tyler, leave the Hi-Y to anyone who can pass the initiation. I, Helen Walldorff, leave my way with teachers as I leave for the “Hill.” I, Lois Weaver, leave my work at the hospital to Elaine Beckwith. I, Vonda Webb, leave my last name to all the little spiders. I, Barbara Welton, leave my short hair to Mary Lou Edger. I, Betty Wendel, leave my seat in study hall to Isaac Goldblatt. I, Marylyn Wensloff, leave my changing hair styles to Joan Herman. I, Neil Will, leave the football team to the wolves.

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SENIOR WILL — We, the senior class of the year of our Lord, one thousand, nine hundred, and forty-eight, do hereby bequeath to less fortunate underclassmen and concerned other parties many of our characteristics and idiosyncrasies which have marked us throughout our high school career. I, Richard Allerding, leave my pitching ability to Robert Seay. I, Jeanne Anderson, leave my quietness to Phyllis Bugbee. 1, Juanita Arnold, leave for Ray — I wish. 1, Norma Ashdon, leave my ability to appreciate Miss Robson to all freshmen. I, Joane Baulch, leave my feuds with Mr. Rein- hardt in government to anyone who likes to read “story books.” I, Gerald Beckwith, leave my trips out of town to Gordon Finnie. I, Alton Bennett, leave my nickname “Boliver” to anyone who can stand it. I, Dorothy Bower, leave my job in the library to those who like cats. I, Cecil Boyer, leave my trips through the tunnel to anyone who can find his way around in the dark. I, Robert Branch, leave my self-assured ways to Chuck Jaksec, if he needs them. I, Geraldine Brown, leave my love for horses to Lou Ann Scobey. I, James Bridleman, leave my voice to Helen Stebbins. I, Robert Bryans, leave for my job at Krogers. I, Barbara Burkholder, leave my penmanship to anyone who will take it off my hands. I, Duward Cain, leave my shoes to anyone who can carry them around. I, Maebelle Cain, leave Lloyd to no one. 1, Betty Cappon, leave my first name and pep to Betty Fuller. I, Leland Christiansen, leave Margaret, but — I, Robert Christie, leave my ability to sleep in government class to those who stay out late. I, Richard Clark, leave my spirit to Ed Barrett. I, Norman Clinton, leave nothing. I’ll take it all with me. I, Norma Colledge, will take my diamond with me. I, Richard Cook, leave my height to Arkie Meinert. 1, Julianne Cooper, leave my nickname to the chickens. I, Reynolds Cordes, leave my position as manager of the basketball team to David Carrigan. I, William Cotant, leave my long walks to any one with enough ambition to take them. I, Robert Cunningham, will not leave “Margie.” I, Vern Curtiss, leave my car to those who don’t have one. I, lack DeFoe, leave my dark curly hair to Eve- lyn Gwinn. 1, Kathryn Denny, leave my size to Sally Brand- stetter. I, Clifford Dolan, leave the key to anyone who can find it. I, Eva Eaton, leave my studious-looking glasses to those who want to study. I, Frances Foote, leave to join Hand (s). I, Lachlan Foster, leave my varsity sweater to my dad. I, Beverly Fountain, leave my telephone calls to those who can pay for them. I, Mae Gardner, leave my art drawings to Bur- dette Kidder. I, Carol Goodyear, leave all my men to shift for themselves. I, Richard Groos, leave for permanent member- ship in the Strong Men’s Club of America. I, William Gross, leave my reasons for tardiness to my sister. I, Harland Guernsey, leave my soda jerking to any jerk who needs a job. 1, Norma Hollister, leave my voice to the future Spotlight. 1, Joseph Hubert, leave my basketball experience to David Steinke. I, Jerald Hurless, leave to plant watermelons. I, Robert Johncock, leave my trombone to the guy whose head I bump in band. 1, Keith Keeler, leave my ability to play pool to Gary Earl. I, Mary Ellen Kelly, leave my outspoken ways to all the timid underclassmen. I, Vera Kidder, leave, my weight-lifting to Louise Harry. 1, Karl “Bill” Kruko, leave my long shots to Bob Smith.

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