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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