Joice High School - Jo Hi Se An Yearbook (Joice, IA)

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SENIOR POEM It was on a bright September morning That the class of '52 Stepped into the Jolce High School Their subject matter to do. Green we were in looks and actions. Green we seemed to teachers dear; Scared to death we looked about us. To see what all we had to fear. Pond memories came a creeping As we think of days of yore. Of our fun, our work, our giggling To be Freshmen Just once more. What was that that came a singing We opened wide our ears to hear, A wonderful class is found at last They're Sophomores this year. Two whole years we had spent together And the third did bring to view. Work and toll—and yet what good times We had in doing what Juniors do. When our Senior year we entered Great things we planned to do. We tried but like our predecessors Pound time for very few. Now new tasks are sure to greet us New attitudes will mold our ways. But we recall those attitudes That saw us through our Senior days. Tis' great fun to be a Senior Gueas we ought to know, Por this they really like you And think you're all the go. I wouldn't be a junior They think they know it all But when they look at Seniors They're feeling sorts small. The Sophomores are next in line I believe they're up to par, Por they have admiration strong for us. The wise old fools they are. The Prosh, though green are good as gold We'd trust them any day, Por when they meet a Senior, They smile and bow this way. So It's great fun to be a Senior Don't you think so tooT But, listen I I'll tell you a seoret, We don't know half they think we do. Lorna Haroldson Darrell Bang Donald Ball This page sponsored byi WORTH COUNTY ABSTRACT CO. Northwood, Iowa NORTHWOOD STATE BANK Northwood, Iowa

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The members of the Senior Class of Jolee High School, being of unsound mind, or weak heart, and having but a few short hours to dwell among the horrors of the trials and tribulations of our high school days, and being on the verge of deporting for the realms unknown, do make, publish and declare this our last will and testament. Section I To Mr. Ennen, our history teacher, we leave our old maps and World Affairs booklet, which we will not be using from now on. To Mr. Ophlem, our athletic Instructor, we will a new whistle so that he oan gather his athletic group when he wants them. To Mrs. Slattum, our English teacher, we will our good grammar which we first received from her. We know that future seniors will be in need of it. To Mr. Ott, we leave these comic books because he thinks any physics class can get more good out of them than their textbooks. To Mrs. Emmons, our Music Instructor, we will this certificate of per- mission to have an excellent Mixed Chorus next year, even though our Senior Class will not be there to help her out. Seotlon II To our Janitor, Clarence Bang, we will all the wads of gum that may be found in our olassrooms and under our desks. We wish he would have a trophy molded out of them in memory of us. Seotion III To our sohool cooks, Mrs. Robert Elwood and Mrs. Abner Evenson, we will our good lunoh room manners which we wish you would hand out to the students next year. Section IV I, Richard Abraham, will my ability at finding driveways to Cordon Dahl, so that he won't have trouble around Lake Mills. I, Clarioe Arneson,wlll all the tape that I used on a certain ring to Ellen Haroldson. Use plenty of it, so you won't loose the ring, Ellen. I, Donald Ball, will my alarm clock to Boyd Roath to help keep him awake in his classes next year. I, Darrell Bang, will my dates with all the girls to Richard Winden. Don't keep them out too late, Riohard. I, Darwin Bang, will my height to Curtis Arneson. Be sure to use it on the basketball floor next year, Curtis. I, Lorna Haroldson, will my ability of getting my studies after long nights with Cary to Lois Schott. I, Merlyn Heimdal, will my knowledge of love that I received from reading books to Roger Christianson. Treat your girl (S) nice, Roger. I, Eleanor Malloy,will my Friday nights at Clear Lake to Marjorie Kallhelm. I, Junior Rogness, will my ability of calling girls over the telephone to Philip Ramsey, but don't run up too big a bill, Philip. Darwin Bang Junior Rogness Eleanor Malloy