Humboldt County High School - Winnada Yearbook (Winnemucca, NV)

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SENIOR CLASS WILL WE, THE class of ’24, after battling long and strenuously through trials of school life, do will and bequeath to our inferiors, the under classmen, individually and collectively, hoping that they reap ample benefit therby: To said underclassmen, the silver loving cup won by us as winners of the Lyceum Course ticket sales contest. To the Juniors, our assembly room, we have no more use for it. To the Sophomores, our motto, “God Bless Our Home,” which we fought for and won in fair and equal contest. To teh Freshmen, our Senior privileges, providing they take them the first semester. To the shop, the privilege of erasing our initials from our desks. To the Faculty, our powers of leadership, hoping that they make use of them as well as we did. I, Bob Bankofier, do hereby will and bequeath my lily-white com- plexion to “Dusty” Kennedy, provided he use Woodbury’s soap to culti- vate his whiskers, as I did. I. Hampton Brady, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to con- quer wild mustangs and play in the orchestra and get away with it to Joseph Lorentz. I, Fred Defenbaugh, do will and bequeath to Earl Stone my ability as a “sticker” providing he doesn’t get stuck as bad as I did. I, Martin Echave, do hereby will and bequeath my athletic ability and noisy ways to Frank Gartiez, if he will benefit by them. I, Joe Germain, do hereby will and bequeath my undying affection for Lillian Pearce to anybody who would have better luck than I did. I, Geraldine Harvey, do bequeath my loving ways and studious habits to Alice Gartiez. I, Elwyn Hubbard, do will and bequeath to anybody that rides with Roy Kelsey, my double-jointed ability to “snake” out of an over-turned car. I, Mary Hurtado, do will and bequeath to Helen Garrett my love for General Science. I, Joe Legarza, do will and bequeath to “Shrimp” Germain my love for Lovelock girls. I, Elmer Lyon, do will and bequeath my place at the steering wheel of a Buick to someone who can do a better job than I did. I, Ben Myers, do will and bequeath my socialistic ideas and ways of getting by in classes to Oddie Lupien. I, Joe Organ, do will and bequeath my Star car and a tank of gas to Miss Gleason, hoping she doesn’t have to go home too often. I, Lillian Pearce, do will and bequeath my lipstick, powder and lapperish ways to Imelda Germain hoping she gets by as good as I tried to. I, Elsie Summerfield, do will and bequeath my boyish ways and strength to Blanche Cosby along with My Basketball outfit. I, Eileen Sutton, do will and bequeath My method on “The Best Way To Reduce,” to Gladys Tregaskis hoping she exists. I, Louise Van Drielan, do will and bequeath my craving for milers and Buick cars to anyone who feels lucky.

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