Jefferson Union High School - Jeffaurean Yearbook (Richmond, OH)

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r Senior Class Prophecy - Continued. soon as we regained our wits we knew who the character was. It was Betty Lou Codding- ton. She flashed a diamond on her left finger, so we inquired about it. She told us she had been engaged ever since Christrnas and was to be married in june. We wished her luck as she left to continue her cleaning elsewhere. Our time was growing short and our vacation was soon to be at an end. We decided to do what we had always longed to do, go to Alcatraz. Yes, just to see it. We went to the docks and got passes on a cute little boat. We climbed aboard and went to look around. We ran into an old schoolmate of ours, Myron Armett. Yes, he was the captain, but not of the basketball team. His first mate was one of the girlsin his class, Marilyn Delk. We chatted with her and she told us a little about her job. About all she had to do was to wash Myron's clothes and be sure to cook big meals for him three times every day. She said it was the funniest first mate's job she had ever heard of. She took us to the galley and we had some of her boat-made cookies and coffee. Soon the ,captain yelled Land-l-lo and we went on deck. There on the horizon was Alcatraz, . Entering Alcatraz we experienced a great shock. The warden was strong Melt-in james. Then we met the matron, Virginia Culbertson. Virginia took us to the workshop so we could see how the prisoners were progressing. Bob Ray was knitting blue baby booties. He was teaching his little baby son to say Da-da instead of Ma-ma, so his wife had him locked up. Qlncidentally, the baby still can't say Ma-ma.l Then we saw a tough guard coming toward us. When he went by us we noticed that he was another school chum, Meredith Wesler. He Went over and stopped two prisoners from flipping each other with rubber baby pants. They were some' more of our friends, Edward Hornsby and Eugene Roberts. Their job was to make rubber pants. That's what they get for riding their horses on the Golden Gate Bridge, ITUT, tut, boys., Suddenly we heard some music. Music in a prison? we thought. We began to get curious, so we asked the matron if they had a radio there. No , she said, I'll showyou what that music is, if that's what you call it , She took us to a big auditorium. This was called the recreation room. And who is that character back of the piano? No, not Bill Owens! Well, well, what in the world is he here for. For playing boogie-Woogie at a funeral. My goodness, what next! After seeing a few more places around Alcatraz, we took our leave and returned to the hotel. We rested because we were to go to an opera that evening. At the opera we met some old friends. We seated ourselves and began looking over our programs. Soon the curtain rose and the opera began. To our amazement the trio was that of jefferson's--Betty West, Donna McGunnegill and Edith Mull. My, how that class of 48 has changed. We were just wondering-- What's to become of this generation , that hasn't already!! Han

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SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of 1948, being in sound bodies and in as solid of minds as can be expected do hereby will, bequeath, bestow, pass on and even give away to the hopeless class of 1949 our proudly earned position as Seniors of Jefferson High School. As a unit, we pass to these unfortunate souls, first, the worry of tardiness and test flunking along with the fun we have gotten with our chalk-filled erasers, our bombardment of sliding seats and battle of spit balls. Secondly we hope that each and every one of the above mentioned will feel free to obtain and use the right of causing any undue disturbance by talking, laughing and even yelling at any mentioned subject whether worthy of such boisterous unmannerly conduct or not. Last but not least, with our other worldly possessions, we leave the outcasted, broken-down, eraser-strewn homeroom where we have spent our most treasured moments to be at the mercy of those who wish to do it worse, and we pray that they too will leave this plaster-fallen palace floating above all other opposing' schools on its magic cloud of chalk dust. This concluding our items of worldy possessions as a class we now bestow upon those we think not better but almost as good our individual possessions and our hope that they will in their time of meditation think of us as human individuals. I, Myron Dwight Arnett, do hereby will and bequeath my shortness tothe tow- ering Bill Markley. 1, Carolyn Marie Brown, do hereby will and bequeath my bashiulness, plus my sober quietness to Marilyn Saxton. fHoping for all those near her that it will quickly take effect., I, Betty Lou Coddington, do hereby will and bequeath my unlimited determina- tion to calm and settle down to joan Melody.--It's really not hard, try it. I, Virginia Lee Culbertson, do hereby will and bequeath my school girl figure to La Vern Diggs--Take good care of it and don't forget your vitamins. ' I, Pamelia jane De Boo, do hereby will and bequeath my natural curly hair to Donna Lou Brown--Tangles, broken combs, worn out brushes and all. Keep pull- ing! I, Marilyn jean Delk, do hereby will and bequeath' my beautiful famous Hor- ses plus my favorite song Horses to Marilyn Mann. I, Frank Horace Frech, do hereby will and bequeath my curly hair to Leland Bonnett. I, Charles Edward Hornsby, do hereby will and bequeath myunequalellrability to play pool to Charles Andy.-'-Keep 'em rolling4Charl'ie!! Z8