Hastings High School - Saxon Yearbook (Hastings, MI)

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Class Will We, the Senior Class of 1951 being of sound minds and bodies, do hereby bequeath our ido- syncracies and strange talents to less fortunate underclassmen and faculty members: I, James Adams, leave my job as sports editor to anyone with a good mind and a rugged per- sonality. I, Nelson Allen, will my two years of Shorthand to any boy who wants it. I, Charles Altoft, will my school experiences in football to Jack Drum. I hope he has as much fun as I have had. 1, Mary Jane Andrus, will my second semester mayorship to someone who likes hard work. 1, Richard Annable, leave for higher learning. I, Charles Asplund, leave my job as a gas station attendant to anyone who likes the smells. I, Arthur Baird, leave my farming ability to no one. I’m going to need it. I, Louise Becker, leave my ability to talk to Marian Jones. I, Norma Bennett, leave my quiet nature to A! Shaver. I, Evelyn Benton, leave my clarinet to Jack Kelly. I, Jerry Bernard, leave my football life to anyone who enjoys having black eyes and a bloody nose. I, Laverne Bivens, leave my trumpet to Jim Win- gerden. He has the wind for it. I, Barbara Boyne, leave my job in the bookstore to anyone with strong nerves and an adding machine. I. William Bradford, leave my lung power to next years pep club. I, Eugene Brady, have left. I, Kave P rmier, leave hy heart toubles to Isaac Goldblatt. I, Janice Brockwav, leave my athletic ability to Janet Feldpausch. I, Daisy Brown, leave my ten pages of Shorthand every night to Connie Herman. I, Dale Bryans, leave my ears to anyone who owns a sailboat without sails. I, Richard Bryans, leave my basketball ability to Gar Compton and Stan Snyder. I, Duane Bump, leave my last name to the Barry County Road system. I, Connie Burgdorff, leave my last name to “what’s this?” I, Clifford Bustance, leave my job at the Food and Beverage to anyone who likes to sweep floors. I. Elwyn Campbell, do not wish to leave my car to anyone. I, Merna Campbell, leave my Tuesday and Wednesday night excursions to next years seniors. I, Ronald Cappon, leave 6th hour Art to sleepy underclassmen. I, Chrystal Case, leave my dancing ability to Ann Bryant. I, William Castelein, leave my meekness (?) to next year’s freshmen. I, Pauline Cheny, leave my locker to my sister Doreen, a freshman next year. I, Jessie Chrispell, leave my secret ambition to break a fly’s back with a crowbar, to Connie Jordan who loves fly-tail soup. I, Mason Christiansen, leave my half-hour period activities to some enterprising junior. I, Lois Clark, leave my last name with the G. L. Candy bar company. I, Roberta Clark, leave my long, dark, curly, hair to Mr. Fowler. I, Myrtle Colvin, leave my shy and quiet ways to anyone who believes it. I, Lenore Compton, leave my piccolo to Jon Cuddahee. I, John Cook, leave my last name to the cafeteria. I, Tom Cummings, leave my job as sports writer for the annual to some other “sucker”. I, Ann Dean, leave my sense of humor to Dick Hammond. I, Donna Derry, leave my dating experiences to Martha Matthews. I, Russel Dimond, leave my last name to some unfortunate girl. I, Harvey Dunkelberger, leave school to the term- ites. 1. lames Durham, leave my trombone in “hock”. I, William Durkee, leave my hair to anyone with a good rake and a fire extinguisher. I, Madeline En:ian, leave my after school experi- ences to next year’s “post-grads”. I, Lo s Fassett, leave my job at Ben Franklin’s to to anyone who needs pin money. I, Phillip Foster, leave my artistic ability to Mod- em Art. I, Mary lo Gordon, leave my bashfulness to Gerald Merrill. I, Wilson Guidet, leave American Lit. with Miss Britten. I, Ralph Gwinn, leave Physics class to “Who Done It”. I, Donna Hambleton, am greatly grieved that I hare to leave .... I, Audrey Harris, leave my brilliant socks and sweaters to the blind. I, Louise Harry, leave my last name to Helen Frandsen. I, Myron Hawkins, am leaving at last. I, Gladys Harelmyer, leave my nickname “Slim” to Dick Ashdon.

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Besides the football stars, four fellows received basketball letters. These were: Dick Bryans, Dave Steinke, Paul McKeough, and Jack Kenniston. Dick made the second string all-conference team. Wanting to earn a little extra money, the Jun- ior class decided to sponsor a dance. The name of the dance was “Winter Wonderland” and Donna Derry was the general chairman. Then to prove the class has brains as well as brawn, Mary Jane Andrus, Dick Annable, Lenore Compton, and Janet Osborn obtained all “A” averages for the first semester of their Junior year. Six juniors were elected to the National Honor Society to further prove the scholastic ability of this class. These students were: Dick Annable, Mary Jane Andrus, Janet Osborn, Lenore Comp- ton, Dona Young, and Evangeline Kurr. Again this year the class of 51 furnished compe- tition in the District Forensic Speech Contest. Dona Young, who took part in the Extempore Speaking took first place in that field. Evangeline Kurr competed in the Dramatic Reading Contest. The dramatic presentation of the year was a comedy, with a cast of nineteen, called “What A Life”. Bill Durkee took the lead in portraying Henry Aldrich. The student-manager of the pro- duction was Lenore Compton. The next big thing in the limelight was the J-Hop. “Cinderella’s Ball” was chosen as the theme and everyone enjoyed the big party. Just before the curtain was drawn on this year, all school officers were elected. Archie Voisard became the next years Mayor; Dave Steinke be- came Chief Justice, and Jack Kenniston became Traffic Manager. Then Spring was sprung once more and “only one more year” was the predominating thought in many juniors minds. By fall the thought had changed to “our last year”. With this in mind the “big” Seniors settled down to work. Class officers were chosen with Norman Zeigler as President; Vice-President, Charles Miller; Secre- tary, Jane Miller; and Treasurer, Marilyn Stanton. This year the dramatic production followed more serious lines and a mystery was chosen. The play, “The Thirteenth Chair”, was a “smash-hit” and had a grand cast. In this same line was the “Follies of 51” in which many seniors participated to make it a hit. Second semester brought another political scene. This time Dave Scobey became President; Jim Adams, Vice-President; Jan Brockway, Secretary; and Bill Durkee, Treasurer. Another important election took place at this time. Mayor Archie Voisard had resigned to join the Navy and a new mayor had to be elected. Mary Jane Andrus was elected the new all-school leader. The Debate Squad, which had four seniors in it, won six out of eight debates. This qualified the team for the districts. Janet Osborn and Dona Young represented the school here and won. They were then qualified to debate in the quarter-finals where they met Flint Northern. Thoughts were now of Class Night, the gradu- ation dance, and finally graduation. After gradu- ation the seniors of “51” will face the strife and turmoil of a battered world. Some will be farm- ing, some working punch presses, some working in offices, and some, perhaps, dying in defense of their country. These the thoughts of the “aged seniors” who entered these hallowed halls as “green frosh”. These their thoughts as they face that last mile, and then the long, long trail into tomorrow.

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I, Newell Heath, leave cuz’ Sally’s waitin.’ I, Betty Herbstreith, leave my ability to express myself to Lincoln’s statue. I, Joann Hill, leave my last name to winter sports. 1, Barbara Hinckley, leave my flirtacious ways to Miss Robson. I, Mitzi Hinken, leave my blonde hair to the peroxides. I, Martha Ingram, leave, hoo-Ray? 1, Robert James, leave. I, Charles Keeler, leave my height to Lynn Beadle (Lucky Him!) I, Jack Kenniston, leave my basketball letters to anyone who has the durability. I, Ted Knopf, leave my high school experiences to naive underclassmen. I, Evangeline Kurr, leave the Editorship of the annual to Mary Lou Kaechle. I, Hubert Lathrop, leave my brain ro the science department. I, Kenneth Laubaugh, leave Janet for a very short time. I, Donna Lewis, leave my southern drawl with Roger, my cousin. I, Harry Leonhardt, leave my trumpet with Helen for safe keeping. I, Lora Limngton, leave my smile to Judy Johnson. I, Laurence Lowell, leave my heighth to Sally Schliss. I, Gary Lydy leave my voice intact. What would I do without it? I, Edward McLaughlin, leave my half-hour period experiences to anyone with a mid-morning appetite, a fast car, and a good alibi. I, Ralph McMurray, leave my locker to Charles Crispell. I, Charles Miller, leave my nickname, my studies, my football ability and anything else I can get rid of. I, Jane Miller, leave my twirling ability to my cousin Ann. May she have better luck than I had. I, Reva Miller, leave to become a Nurse. I, Bob Munn, leave my bucket of bolts to some- one who likes thrills and chills but no spills. I, Joyce Nixon, leave for matrimonial bliss. I, Robert Nielson, leave my poker-face to all prospective cardsharps. I, Janet Osborn, leave my photographer’s ability to Maurice Glasgow. I, Donald Otis, leave my blond, curly hair to Mr. Gies. I, Maurice Patten, leave to join the rest of the family. I, Willard Payne, leave my brown shirt with big white polka-dots to future Rhetoric classes. (It distracts Miss Britten satisfactorily.) I, Marie Plank, leave my last name to anyone who needs a “lift”. I, Ralph Reaser, leave first hour American Lit. to next year’s intellects. I, Joan Reed, leave my comb and mirror to Helen Geller since she uses them anyway. I, Myron Reynolds, leave my old nickname “Sunny” to Mr. Veldman. I, Lucille Roush, leave my nickname “Oatmeal” to Kelloggs’. I, David Ruffner, leave my football ability to Jack Kelly. I, Eunice Sanders, leave (yuk, yuk.) I, Hubert Schrier, don’t wish to leave Shirley. I, David Scobey, leave the Co-Ed Bowling group in charge of? I, Richard Scott, leave my brother Duane to take my place at H.H.S. I, Jacqueline Severance, leave my timekeeping ability in debate to Roger Lewis. I, Richard Shriver, leave my white slip (with the “Bluish Cast”) to Dick Castelein. I, Phyllis Silsbee, leave fifth hour government to all Juniors. 1, Laverne Skidmore, leave my last name to the icy, winter roads. I, Robert Slocum, leave my nickname “Hotrod” to anyone with grit enough to deserve it. I, Beverly Smith, leave my speech ability to my sister Leona, so she will get over her shy little ways. I, Arthur Snyder, leave my experiences with our first semester mayor to “Believe It Or Not”. I, Marilyn Stanron, leave my job as senior treas- urer to anyone with a mathematical mind. I, David Steinke, leave my job as Chief-Justice to someone who believes in justice. I, Gertrude Tobias, leave my sweepstake prizes to anyone who can use $5. I, Betty Tolies, leave whether you like it or not. I, Jack Van Houten, leave mv connections in “Lake-O” to boys who need no sleep. I, Archie Voisard, “the Shiek,” leave for the navy. I, Juliane Welton, leave my dimples to Peggy Schliss. I, Amos Wilson, leave my “prove it to me” atti- tude to Mr. Turkal. I, Marjorie Woods, leave my last name to anyone who is “Bored”. I, Donna Woodward, leave my nickname, “Hot- lips,” to Nancy Barrett. I, Sandra Yoder, leave my giggles to Pat Hecox. I, Dona Young, leave my scholastic ability, strong character, and big mouth to Audrey Newton who really doesn’t need the latter. I, Anne Zerbel, leave my sunny disposition to Mrs. Burkle. I, Norman Zeigler, leave my dry sense of humor, my black curly hair, my tiny appetite, my track ability, and anything else to the gullible ones.