Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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Class Will Be it remembered that we, the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Forty-Eight, being in sound state of mind, the cream of the intellect, and evermindful of the uncertainty of this life and of approaching dismember- ment, do make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills by us made. I, ETHEL BIRKY, will my quietness and studiousness in class to Jim Schumacher. I, CHUCK CANNON, will my height to Vic Martin for basketball purposes. T, ORIA CURTIS, will not. I’m going to need everything I have. I, EDITH DOWNS, will my ability to get kicked out of class to Bill Wilson. I, EARL HEFNER, will my driving ability to anyone who has nothing to live for. I, BOB KRAKER, will my Swedish intelligence to the Swedes. I, FRANCES LAUER, will my athletic ability to Beverly Perry. I, MYRNA McMURTRY, will my intelligence to Jim Tuesburg. I, CLARA PETERICH, will my school beauty crown to Barb Denton. I, RAYMOND PFLEDDERER, will my way with the girls to George Deavers. I, DALE REINHARDT, will my ability to park in the ditch to Steve Fox. I, CECILIA SHUTSKE, will my ability to play the baritone to Edna Olson. I, JOHN STARKS, will my clean basketball playing to Don Thomas. I, BETTY TAYLOR, will my “get my lesson complex” to Cork Maul. We, THE SENIOR CLASS OF ’48, will to Miss Dittmer all our Public Speaking books. We, THE SENIOR CLASS OF ’48, will all our cooperation to Mr. Fosdick. We, THE SENIOR CLASS OF ’48, will to Mrs. Hefner all our gum to stick on trays.

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Class Poem The class of which you are to hear Is the best in many a year. You’ve been hearing a lot of late Of the famous class of ’48. When we leave where will you be? A class ahead—mercy me! First there’s Ethel, a shy little lass The blondest girl in all the class. Then there’s Cannon, our basketball star No person his record can mar. Curtis came to us from the hills And gave the freshman girls a few thrills. Edith Downs sometimes stays at home But we’d bet it’s not all alone. Our little red head is Earl For him there’s just one girl. Bob Kraker, better known as “Swede” If Harriett says, “No,” his heart will bleed. Frances Lauer is the executive type You hardly ever hear her gripe. Myrna will answer to almost any name Sometimes we wonder if she’s sane. Clara Peterich, She’s a pretty thing She’ll make some boy’s heart bing. Next in line is handsome Ray He’s quite the guy, wouldn’t you say? Dale Reinhardt is the windy one And into the ditch his car does run. Shutske, the biggest of the B. T. O.’s After Polack John she really goes. John Starks is our clothes horse Is he a wolf?—But of course. The last of our class Is Betty, a rather intelligent lass. Every one of us you now know. Just one more thing before we go. Our motto: “So little done so much to do.” Now we’ll leave the school to you.

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We, THE SENIOR CLASS OF ’48, will to Mrs. Sipe a few more type- writers so that senior boys may take typing. We, THE SENIOR CLASS OF ’48, will to Mr. Broad a bright Physics We, THE SENIOR CLASS OF ’48, will to Mr. Lippert an agriculture class that is calm, quiet, and gives him its attention. We. THE SENIOR CLASS OF ’48, will to Mr. Betz a band that will practice. We, THE SENIOR CLASS OF ’48. will to Mr. Overholser a civics class that doesn’t copy. We, THE SENIOR CLASS OF ’48, will to the Juniors, Sophomores, and the Freshmen the teachers to guide them through the future years. Finally, we leave the school, with happy memories, more knowledge, and confidence in the future. Signed, published, and declared as and for their last will and testament by the Class of 1948, the above named testators, in the presence of us, who, at their request and in the presence of them and of each other, have sub- scribed our names hereto as witnesses on the day and year last afore said. class.