Imbler High School - Golden Reveries Yearbook (Imbler, OR)

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now living in bare rooms.) Gwenn hasbeentrying to raise a money tree, for 10 years, but so far she can’t get one that grows Siberian money. Upon hearing of her failure, Gwenn storms out of the shop without drinking her tea, but she is happy to know her classmates are doing well. SENIOR WILL I, Jerry McLaughlin, will and bequeath my pipes to Mickey Dougherity. Take good care of them, Mick! I, Carolyn Bewley, will and bequeath njy long hair and bun to Louise Tuck. I, Wayne Gorham, will and bequeath my student body garvel to Senator Hopkins, Jr. I, Von Tuck, will and bequeath my ability to keep the school laughing with you instead of at you, to Trula Wagoner. f I, Dave Beck, will and bequeath my purple suede shoes to Raymond Wyland. Keep em polished, Ray. I, Gwenn Ott, will and bequeath my ability to eat all the time and still be hungry to Loretta Teall. I, Gene Tuck, will and bequeath my gambling fever to David Noyes as I don’t need it any-more. I, Larie Patterson, will and bequeath my small (?) supply of bobby-pins to Dona Booth. I, Merle Feik, will and bequeath my ’37 chev. to Bertha Hohstadt. I, Verda Rae Wagoner, will and bequeath my ability to say ’’no” to Lynn Wieden. I, Verda Rae Wagoner, will and bequeath' my ability to play sports to Sue Richmond. I, Pat Teall, will and bequeath my ability to say no” to Lynn Wieden. 1, Dave Beck, will and bequeath my unprepared speeches to Jim Perkins. I, Carolyn Bewley, will and bequeath the unbalanced books to Mrs. Skeen and Mr. Haller. Be sure they are balanced for next year. I, Larie Patterson, will and bequeath my laughter with tears to Judy Altmiller. Sometimes this helps -- you get caught laughing at someone -- just turn the corners of your mouth down and there you are — crying. I, Merle Feik, will and bequeath my holey socks to Darpy Doud. I hope you get as much use out of them as I did, Darpy. I, Von Tuck, will and bequeath my chewed up pencils to Weldon Gorham. I, Ethel Calhoun, will and bequeath my chubbyness to Sharon Booth. I, Pat Teall, will and bequeath my good grades in Journalism to Elaine Bewley. I, Verda Ray Wagoner, will and bequeath my love of farming to Lynn Wieden. I, Jerry McLaughlin, will and bequeath my strip of gray hair to Mr. Payne. I, Gwenn Ott, will and bequeath my yell-leading voice to Rosalee Tuck in hopes her throat doesn't get as sore as mine did. We, the senior class, will and bequeath our weekly tests and old income tax papers to Mr. Payne in hopes he can use them next year. We, the senior class, will and bequeath our old chewing gum and dilapidated voices to Mrs. Johnson. We, the senior class, will and bequeath all our tardy slips and unexcused absences to Mr. Haller. Here’s hoping he won’t have to write any more. We, the senior class, will and bequeath our unfinished tables, slabs of wood, bent nails and sick cows to Mr. Riley. We, the senior class, will and bequeath our unpaid bills to Mrs. Paroz. We, the senior class, will and bequeath our unprepared speeches and the game of Charades to Mrs. Byrd so she can use them in her Speech classes in the future. We, the senior class, will and bequeath our cold English room and books to Mrs. Skeen. With it we donate our winter coats. We, the senior class, will and bequeath the broken dishes, unsewed dresses and home ec. room to Mrs. Exley. We, the senior class, will and bequeath our old work out books, our nack of getting to class on time, never missing any school and our personalities to the underclassmen in hopes they will enjoy I.H.S. as much as we have.