Klamath Union High School - El Rodeo Yearbook (Klamath Falls, OR)

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I, Joyce Fillpot, do leave K. L’. H. S. to the unsuspecting, oncoming Freshmen. I, Mary Lou Fowler, do leave my struggle to get in line each noon to some little Freshman. 1. Helen Franco, do leave. I, Violet Franco, do leave my long black hair to anyone that will accept it. I, Marie Geraghty, do leave my red hair to anyone that wants it. I, George Ghiselin, do leave my holdings in the Ghiselstein Farrisberg Co., limited, to Kelly Farris, esq. I, Virgil Gillette, do leave my peroxided blonde locks to any dish water blonde. I, Joyce Graham, do leave. I, Bobbe Griffith, do leave my 8 c Business English class to any sucker who is dumb enough to take it. I, Joy Gwyn, do leave chemistry class for ignorant people like me. I, Bill Hall, do leave. I, Mary Jo Hallett, do leave all of my orations to Walt Eschebeck for safe keeping. I. Karen Hardin, do leave my position as editor of the yearbook to the 1946 President of Quill and Scroll. I, Charline Harmon, do leave my stupid individuality to the entire back row of Mr. Carlson's second period chemistry class of next year. I, Helen Hasy. do leave hoping the class of 1946 have as much fun as Fve had. I, Mark Hattan, do leave all my bow-ties, cut-away shirts, and pegged pants to the Boomers and Big Guns of K. U. H. S. I. June Hanger, do leave Trig, with all its worries to someone more industrious than I. 4 I, Marjorie Henry, do leave my ability to tease and get teased. I. Davey Henthorne. do leave some of the good times I have had to the underclassmen. I keep my memories. I, Tom Hopkins, do leave my basshorn to any unfortunate character who can lift it. I, Betty Hotchkiss, do leave my Latin to all who are dumb enough to take it. I. Beatrice Howard, do leave my locker with Charline’s pin-up pictures to Mary Havens. I, Marjorie Huskinson, do leave my ability to appear studious to anyone who can get away with the act. I. Pat Hutchinson, do leave my draft board number to anybody who wants it. I, Jean Ann Israelson, do leave to some lucky or unlucky person my varigated hair. Use 20% peroxide. I, Carmella James, do leave my locker combination to Jack Bronson.

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 I, La Vaughna Bridge, k leave my ability to be true to the Navy to Sue Gobble. I, Bob Brown, do leave my bashfulness and inv ability to keep out of trouble to Bob Clammer. I. Betty Burpee, do leave my absenteeism to some unhappy junior that would like to come to school only part-time. I. Leta Mae Byers, do leave to Evonne Pitcher and Winnifred Townes my natural blonde hair. I, Monniette Calmes, do leave to Sarah Parsons my ability to get out of work. I. Pat Campbell, do leave two “certain Ensigns” to Rosemary Anderson. I. Lois Carleton, do leave my little brother for some lucky girl. I, Colleen Carpenter, do leave my good times at KUHS to someone who will need them. I. Wanda Childers, do leave to Lois Graham my ability to blush. I. Jim Gabby, do leave to George Zupan, the Krater, to the class of '46, a complete supply of well-worn jokes. I. Patsy Cogdill. do leave my hours of detention to my little sister. I, Joyce Cox, do leave my ability to carry six lunch trays to any one who feels up to it. I. Lora Cross, do leave my part in the senior class to whoever wants it. I, Dorothy Crutchfield, do leave my smile to Clara Vanmeter. I. Lethena Crutchfield, do leave to Annie MacMillan my knowledge of shorthand. I, Ruth Cunningham, do leave all my good times to lone Bailsman. I, Carolyn Davis, do leave nothing behind me. I, Charles Deer, do leave Mr. Carlson his physics lab and all its odors. 1. June Dickson, do leave to whomever wants my position as secretary of the Pep Peppers. 1. Evelyn Dirschl. do leave my left-handedness to some unfortunate right-handed person. I, Vivian Dirschl, do leave my mustache to Bobby Clammer because he envies it and wishes he could grow one. I, Lawrence Dodson, do leave my portion of K. U. to the next generation. I, Norman Duffy, do leave—finally. 1, June Earhart, do leave my citizenship grades to some angelic character. I. Alice Eastman, do leave my lack of intelligence. I, Arnold Ellis, do leave my cue and favorite table at the Klamath Hillards to Walt Eschebeck and Kelly Farris. I, Don Erickson, do leave my parking place, half on the sidewalk and half off the sidewalk behind the school, to Jim Erwin.

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I, Eleanore Jones, do leave my ability to lose things to Betty Harsey. I, Monroe Kinisey, do leave my large brown eyes to anyone that wants them. I, Naomi Kinisey, do leave my ability to win friends and influence people to anyone that wants it. I. Barbara King, do leave to Mr. Eschebeck, the class of “46 from which he can choose adequate Tower employees. I, A1 King, do leave my base clarinet to anyone who wants it. I. Barbara Kvern, do leave all the Pep Pepper money to the next treasurer. I, Lyle Lambert, do leave my string bass to any sucker who wants it. I, Reva Larson, do leave my pleasant plumpness to someone, I don’t know who. I, David Lee, do leave. I, Carl Lewis, do leave. I, Mary Lewis, do leave Bob Hall to all the blonds. I, George Long, do leave. I, Gen Lund, do leave Donna to take care of my “junior friends.” I, Frances Lyon, do leave. I. Gordon Mallory, do leave. I, Shirley Martin, do leave my Social Ec. book to Jimmie Pope. I, Dean Mason, do leave to Bob Gammer my package of imaginary cigarettes. F, Shirley Mason, do leave my chemistry hook to any other stupid individual who will take it. I. Betty Rea Martin, do leave. I. Bill Meade, do leave the cymbal player in the Medford band to Don Eittrem. I. Billie Lee McAdams, do leave Jimmy—and all my memories. I, Marjorie McCollum, do leave to any lucky person my place in one of Mrs. Humble’s classes. I. Bonnie McCool, do leave the ability to know as many swell people as I do. I. Pat McFarland, do leave my struggle in shorthand to some first year student. I, Dot McFerren, do leave my cud of gum. I. Bob McLean, do leave hopes to the class of '46 of even a more prosperous year. I. Donna Morehouse, do leave my concert-master chair to Roy. I, Beverlec Neal, do leave. I, Lois Nelson, do leave all the good times I have had at K. U. H. S. to the underclassmen and take with me all my memories.