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

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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.

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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, Wanda Speer, do leave my retail selling to some unlucky junior. I, Anona Stanger, do leave hours of detention to anyone who will have it. 1. Virginia Steppe, do leave my social econ to some unlucky junior. I. Steve Stone, do leave the chamois skin for cleaning my trombone to Dee Nelson. I, Iver Strid, do leave my ability to play basketball to Jim Palmer. I, Carmelita Sutton, do leave Evelyn Thurman my retail selling book. I, Marie Sutv, do leave my ability to dance to anyone who wants it. I, Ella Tatlow. do leave my method of sassing the orchestra leader to Donna Rae Worden. 1, Eleanor Thomas, do leave my ability to play pinochle to Mary Havens. I. Betty Tidd. do leave my sweet disposition to anyone who wants it. I, Harry Tindall, have left. I. Henrietta Ulani. do leave my ability to make friends to all newcomers of the Senior class. I. Mary Lou VanRiper. do leave the orchestra and all its numerous directors, both past, present, and future to whomever wants it. I, Jack Ward, do leave my seat in advanced public speaking to Bob Redkev. I. Tommy West, do leave nothing but a bad time. I. Wister Whisenant, do leave the faculty. I, Muriel White, do leave my “Arsenic and Old Lace“ to Jim Ivory. I, Marcelvn Wiggins, do leave to the care of Bob Gammer. Kelly karris. I. Barbara Wilkenson, do leave nothing behind me. I. Sharon Willits, do leave all my numerous iron capsules and blood pills to Jim Ivory to make him big and strong. I. Bertha Wilson, do leave with a better outlook on life. I, Bill Wilson, do leave to Charlie Carlson's next year's physics classes, a large dose of physics. I. Beverly Zamsky, do leave my ability to get lost in the rain to Bob Redkcy. I. Ruth Zimmerman, do leave sixth period social ec. to some drowsy little junior. I. Jack Zupan, do leave Mr. Harris’ study hall to Tom Gibson. I, Jennie Zupan, do leave my social econ book to Etta Mae Roberts, may she enjoy it.