Homer High School - Trojan Yearbook (Homer, MI)

Page 20 text:

la TROJAJ I, Barbara Mills, leave my chair in Shorthand Claes to the Museum of Belongings of Famous People. I, Mary Neitska, leave my technique I have develooed of charming the young boys to Beverly Easton. I, Bud Parker, leave my address book to anyone that can use it. I, Doris Pratt, will my sophisticated (?) ways to Joyce Miokle. I, Dale 8mith, leave the nuts and bolts from my ford to Bob Mansfield. Hope you oan make use of them Bob. I, Lemoine Smith, donate my privilege of skipping sohool to anyone who can get away with it. I, Ruth 8prague, leave my ambition to work to George Findley. I, Evelyn Walker, leave my daxk brown hair to anyone that promises not to cut it. I, Pork Weiss, leave nothing. I want Moor myself. I, Helen Wlldt, leave my red hair to Carol Jean 8heerer. I, Berneta Worden, will my sohool girl figger to Polly Chamberlain. I, Bob Wyant, leave my position as President of the Student Council to some lucky Junior. I, Alice Newhouse, will my excellent report Oord to Bill Janes. SENIOR PLAY Cast of Characters in MEET THX EUCHESS Back rowi Broca Mlckla-Gaylord Grant. Robert Wy ant-Erasmus Q. D1 assort, B1 chard Avery—Sea Strudel, Donald Haight-Bonnie Ward. Front rov: Jean Armstrong-Zlele Blake Evelyn W lker-Mrs. Buggies, Mildred Hakes-Joy January, Glenna Folfc-Mary Swayne. Absent: Mildred Hyde—Eewple, Maxine King— Dixie, Virginia Avery-Mrs. Plop.

Page 19 text:

TROJaN 17 LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We the Senior Claes of Homer High School being of sound body and mind, do hereby make this our last will and testament. Signed and witnessed on this the 30th day of May, 1944. I, Ella Adams, contribute some of my height to Dorlne Dack. 1, Jean Armstrong, am willing to leave my short feet to Laurence Wade. 1, Richard Avery, gladly give my temper to Rennie Swope. I Virginia Avery, hate to do it but I am leaving my sailors to my sister 8hlrley. 1, Vivian Burns, am willing to part with my bright remarks, so its up to Bruoe Hicks to oarry on with them. I, Stanley Cleland, would like to leave my ability to avoid girls to Jerry Warner. I, Dorothy Densmore, leave my Happy go Lucky Disposition to Bob Booth. 1, Dorothy Easton, gladly leave to the sohool, one more empty seat. I Laurel Findley, will gladly leave my friendly (T) arguments with Mr. Domlny to Kathleen Estelle. I Glenna Folk, will my quiet romance to Patty Weiss. Remember that Patty ! I Charlene Green, will an agreement to Donna Bell, saying that The Navy is Just as good as the Marines. Finally give in, huh, Charlene? we, Don Haight and Jean Slout aren't leaving anything. We are leaving together. I Mildred Hakes, will my ability to be seen at sohool occasionally to Bob Ingraham. I Virgil Hewitt, will my ability to sleep in government class to Albert Taylor. I, Mildred Hyde, leave my typing ability to anyone that needs it. I, Maxine King, will my wave set and curlers to Jeanne Folk. I, Dorotha Larder,will my shy sweetness to Zell Rice. I, Mary Ellen Lawrence, will my quietness to Mary Jane Read. I Doris Linton, leave my love for the army to Diane Shear. I've already gotten my man, says Doris. I Gladys Mansfield, will my domestic ability to anyone interested In Home Making. I Roy Maurer, will my most priceless possession, my cheverolet to Bob 8harp. I, Bruce Mickle, will my flirtatlonness to Dickie Hlckerson.

Page 21 text:

TROJAN 19 CLASS PROPHECY We the Seniors, having reoeived our passports to life, are about to take a trio ’into the future. Ie set out on olane in 1344 and arriv-d at Domlny field in 1960, where we decided to atop awhile before going on to our final destination in life. The minute I stepped off of the plane, who should 1 meet but Senator Donald Haight and hie wife, the former M ry alien Lawrence, also his secretary Bernlta Worden, waiting for a plane to Aashington D.C. He hardly had time to speak but he seems to be doing very well for himself. Berneta looked very smart in the new suit designed by Barbara Mills. Barbara's Dress Design 8hoo in New York City has brought her a fortune. I took a taxi to the hotel and checked in. As I started to my room to freshen up a bit, I was attracted by a shouting in one oorner of the lobby. Doris Linton and her husband, the ooach at Notre Dame, were having a heated argument and from what 1 could hear the disagreement was about whloh one was to take care of their two children that evening while the other went out. My Goodnesst!I oouldn't they hire someone? Continuing on the way to my room, my eye fell on an article in a newspaper about a concert being held that night with Jean Armstrong as guest olanist. I deolded to attend the concert. Anyhour later I emerged from my room and went down to dinner. As I orossed the lobby 1 met Dorotha Larder. She 1s the pilot of a heliocopter, working for the Parker Alroraft Co., owned by Robert Parker. Bud has sure made a huge success of that heliocopter business. My dinner was served to me by head waitress, Ruth Sprague. After dinner I took a taxi to the ooncert hall where Jean Armstrong was to appear. However, this is only her stage name, as she is married and her husband is oonduotlng a school for would-be-musicians. I was ushered into the hall and after being seated, looked around me. In the seat next to me was sitting Jean Slout, a very famous Chemist.At present Jean is working on a book describing the chemical food she has recently developed whioh keeps all who eat it healthy, wealthy and wise. After the ooncert, 1 decided to walk to the hotel. I oame to a shop with a neon sign in front with the works Hewitts Horsemeat Homburge. My curlouslty aroused, X went in. Behind the oounter stood vlrgll Hewitt, making a Horsemeat Hamburg 8peclal. I ordered one and picked up a newspaper to read while eating it. It was the §omer Dally Tribune, and believe it or not it was a 35 page paper. Robert Ayant is the editor you know. I became so interested in the news in the paper I hardly noticed when Roy Maurer came In and eat beside me. He Just stopped off for a lunoh before catohlng a train to Reno to get his fifth divorce. After he left, I went back to the article in the paper. There was one which particularly interested me. The article said (Quote) ARMY OFFICIAL SEARCH FOR LOCAL MAS. Set. Laurel Flndlev who has been A.W.O.L. ror two months is the object of a wide search by army official, Oaptain Jim Avery. Prior to his dieappearanoe he was stationed at Ft Custer. No reason was given for his leaving. It is more or less of a habit that’he aoqulred while attending Homer High School, (unquote) Another item stated that Helen Wlldt was returning to Africa as a missionary for the third time. By this time I had finished my hamburg, which was exceptionally good and decided to take a Guide Bus out to the suburbs. On my way I saw a fisher man laying on the bank of a small river. To my amazement it was Dale Smith— and I thought he was an industrious person. Going a little farther we came to a very large dairy farm. The buildings were purple with green roofs trimmed in white. On the largest building was inscribed in big letters—Burns' Better Butter Farms.