Jackson Township High School - Jacksonian Yearbook (Valparaiso, IN)

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ef' h, if Class. Will J We, the Senior Class of 1954 of the township of Jackson, county of Porter, and state of Indiana, after leaving our port of call to embark on the voyage of life and being of sound mind and memory, do make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking and annuling any and all wills made by us heretofore vn- ,.51.-zsigni. 4 ,., ,. .f ' -.VJ 1 i U- , , X. .,1, .A J ,ny . 1241 In xi h '- , I 41 4,1 f x .., 4. , .,. w-wb. ' ' 4: ,gig :sr Rig '- x' -53512, .ni All 9. JI.. - V x'., .- .Qi il' IH' , ..g.1: fly, ,p 4,1 . :' I-tfglzf, . - Q., H '. . -' .1 l. I, Valene Myers, in my unsound state of mind, will to Pudgie Wieland my jokes to be used as she sees fit and proper. I, James John Long, in my clouded state of mind, will to Peggy Marvel my ability never to skip school, and to Dorothy Williams my height. I, Ronald Wayco, in my sleepy state of mind, do hereby will to Leslie Carpenter my ability to get along with Mrs. Zehr, and to Carol Parker my ability to get along with the coach, whoever he may be. I, Mary Arndt, in my backward state of mind, will to Sharon Dust all my given nicknames, and to Frank Berg my ability to stay out of trouble. I, Cecilia Matthys, in my undecided state of mind, will to John Lindstedt my ability to study Spanish, and to Joan Wieland my dark hair. I, Richard Krause, in my dangerous state of mind, will to Grace Neuliep my dancing ability, and to Dennis Barber my salesmanship ability. I, Joseph Edward Eugene Fraley, in my unbalanced state of mind, will to Delores Berg my studious ways, and to John Jones my athletic ability. I, Leslie Krause, in my troubled state of mind, will to Grace Neuliep my bashful manners, and my school spirit to Dennis Barber. I, Mary Lou Brodie, in my fabulous state of mind, will to Peggy Marvel my ability to forget all the cheerleading yells, and to Carol Parker my new car! We, the Senior Class, leave to the Junior Class our scholastic ability and all our fun we had in our Senior year. We, the Senior Class, leave to the Sophomore Class our ability to get along with the teachers, whoever they may be. We, the Senior Class, leave to the Freshman Class all our money that we don't use on our Senior trip. Use it as you see fit. We, the Senior Class, will to the school of Jackson Township all our battered desks, torn books, and our individual personalities to be long remembered by each and everyone. IN WITNESS THEREOF, we have hereunto subscribed our name and affixed our fingerprints the 26th day of May, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred fifty-four. C las s Pre side nt

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4 VALENE MYERS Jacksonianu... .... .. Hirsch High School. . . . . . . 1-2- Booster Club . . . . . Class Play . . . . 3 4 4 4 G. A. A. ....... ....... There is no great of madness. genius without some touch CEC ILIA MAT THYS Jacksonian.......... .. Bookstore Manager . . . . . . . Booster Club ......... . . . Z Class Vice-President . . . . . . Class Play ......... . . . 1 Class Treasurer... Chorus ............ .... Z G.A.A............ ...1-Z G. A. A. President . .. . .. .. G. A. A. Treasurer . . . Postscripts........... Student Council .......... . Council Vice-President . . . . . . . . . . . . . Nothing is impossible to a willing heart. RONALD WAYCO Jacksonian...................... Basebal1..... ....l-Z-3 4 Basketball .......... ....1-2-3 4 Class Play........... ....1-3 Class Vice-President ........ . A witty saying proves nothing.

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Class Prophecy We, the Senior Class of 55 , started on our very first trip to Africa. This may seem out of date but, since we had come to know almost every inch of Mars, we wanted to be different. As we took off, Grace, who was piloting our space ship, shifted into first gear and landed. We poured out of the space ship and waited impatiently for the guide to bring up our reserved burros. Soon we spied them coming up the jungle trail. After making a careful study, we saw with amazement our old friend, Leslie Krause. He was the guide. He told us how delighted he was to see us and bade us welcome amongst the braying of the burros. We mounted the burros and gaily started down the trail. Leslie had told us that he would guide us to the Chief of the Pigmy Tribe. Many hours later we wearily rode into the clearing which was filled with Pigmies. Unable to sit, we stood in a circle while the drums rolled. The Chief strode into our circle and said, I just wanta get the facts, ma'am. We did a double-take as we recognized Richard Krause. He told us that he had be- come discouraged in his plan to become president and had come to Africa and, with Les1ie's help, was soon chosen Chief of the Pigmies. We accepted his invitation to dinner. After we had cleaned up a bit, we came out of the huts we 'd been as- signed to and met the chief cook and bottle washer, Mrs. Richard Krause. Be- neath the feathered headdress and paint we found Mary Katrin Arndt. She was so happy to see us and when we asked her how she came to be here, she told us the ' following romantic story. I She had been idly turning the pages of a magazine and come across an article written about Africa. She read about this white Chief of the Pigmies who had everything. The article told how badly he needed help and Mary decided that to help him was the life work she had been looking for. She came to Africa where she found Richard and romance. After a well-cooked dinner we reluctantly said farewell to our old friends, and mounting our burros rode onward into the wilder- ness. D After what seemed an almost endless ride, we spied a building with the words Te Olde Soda Bar painted on a sign above the door. Everybody was enthusiastic over the idea to stop and refresh ourselves. Leslie, with a knowing smile, led us into the small soda bar. We all gasped, for right behind the bar stood a Jackson Senior of 54 , Valene Myers! We excitedly gathered around her, every- body asking a different question. Seeing that she couldn't get a word in crosswise, Dorothy, always logical, suggested that Grace, as head of our expedition, should speak for us. Grace asked her to tell us why and how she came to be in Africa and in the only soda bar in the country. Before she started her story she insisted we meet her family and, calling them out, she introduced each of her thirteen children and then, to our surprise, her husband, Jim Long to us. ' Again confusion reigned, but Valene, taking matters into hand, straightened things out and began her story.