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

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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.

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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, Gordon Newman, do leave some of the corny assemblies that we have had. I. Don Noel, do leave my pie-eating ability to Don Eittrem. I, Elaine Olson, do leave my five feet nine inches to Georgia Epensberger. I. Dotty O'Malley, do leave Kelly Farris' love for me to Marcelyn Wiggins. I, Clutch Perry, do leave everything. Thank God! I. Myla Jean Petrick, do leave Edna Benzely my penny bank. I, Jimmie Porras, do leave my title of Senior. I. Mildred Pyeatt, do leave my dancing ability to Hollis Peace. I, Leonard Quam, do leave blood, sweat and tears. I. Bill Badcliflfe. do leave with no regrets so that someone more worthy can take my place. I, Charles Ramsey, do leave. I, Jean Ramsey, do leave K. U. H. S. to the termites. I. George Ray. do leave my locker No. 263 which is full of broken bottles, cigar stubs, cigarette butts, P. I., slips, detention slips, traffic squad slips, tardy slips and pink slips. I, Clara Redkey, do leave my detention work to some dumb junior. I, LaYerne Reed, do leave a heck of a good time in school next year. I, Edna Renner, do leave my laughing ability to anyone who can stand it. I, Dorothy Reynolds, do leave my ability to dye hair. I. Edna Richards, do leave my ability to cut other peoples hair to Lola Wisenant. I, Pat Richardson, do leave my height and high scholastic standing to Mary Griffiths. I. Bob Riggs, do leave only as the natural thing to do after so many long, terrible hours here. I, Stubby Ringstad, do leave, and thank my lucky stars. I, Leslie Robinson, do leave Art Solie a megaphone and a soapbox. I, Shirley Sexton, do leave my height to Alice Vincent so she won’t have to look up so far to Joe Zarsinsky. I, Nan Schubert, do leave my ability to write letters in study hall to anyone who feels capable. I, Laurence Scott, do leave mv third period social ec. class to Jim Palmer. I, Harriet Sherry, do leave all senior classes especially social ec. to the whole class of '46. I, Nita Shinn, do leave my uniform, boss, and job at the Tower theater to Bob Clammer. I, Cora Smith, do leave my height to Wilma Webster, class of '46.