Laingsburg High School - Looking Glass Yearbook (Laingsburg, MI)

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Our World Wide Trip Page 2 Due to financial circumstances, we ventured back to the states. Our first stop when we arrived back in the states, was at Pasadena, California. While in Pasadena, we attended the Rose Bowl. The Rose Bowl Queen was none other than Barbara Waterman. Most of her admirers were men but R. G. was on hand keeping a watchful eye on her. From California, we traveled on to Nevada. We visited the various factories in Nevada. There was one new factory just being built. We learned that the owners of this ‘‘Diaper Factory” were Dick and Mary Lou (Boulton) Doyle. From later reports we learned that their seven little boys kept the factory in business. We arrived in New York in time to take in the fights at Madison Square Garden. The big event of the evening was the fight for the heavy weight championship of the world. John Krebiehl vs. Ezra Charles. The odds were 5:1 against Charles. Hating to end our wonderful trip, we took in one last event at Detroit, the girls' big league baseball game. It seems that Donna Putnam’s dream had finally come true. She was now the manager of the only girls' baseball team to ever win the pennant for thiee consecu- tive years. Returning to Laingsburg, we visited L. H. S. for old times sake. There we found Diana Shue, teacher for the first grade. Diana seemed very contented with her profession, but we noticed her brown hair was slowly turning grey. At the end of our journey, we found ourselves very tired, but it was worth all the time and money we spent seeing all our classmates again. Senior Prattle NAME AMBITION CAUSE OF DEATH Edul Brewster Arnold Brown Barbara Croy Joel Gregory Lynn Guenther Sherwood Hunt Carleton Huff Harold Hurst Connie Holder John Krebiehl Nolan Lee Joyce Morris Donna Putnam Joan Powell Helen Rowley Diana Shue Mary Lou Bolton Barbara Waterman Phyllis Lile To become an A-l stenographer Larger feet To get an “A” in Biology To become an actress To grow that mustache To become ‘‘Model Husband To be a sharp-shooter To grow a Roman nose To take a rattle out of his car To become an opera star Work in gum factory The Presidency, at last First woman President To overcome a giggle To take a good picture To go on the stage To become a nurse Type 70 words a minute Date every night Writer's cramp Corns Received his “A” Sent to Hollywood Tickled to death Looked in mirror Buck fever Some girls waved at him Over work Hiccoughs Lockjaw Lost the election Sleeping sickness Strangled Shot by camera Stage -fright Spontaneous combustion Electric typewriter invented Lack of sleep 19

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Our World Wide Trip by Joan Powell and Edul Brewster It was during our last year in high school that we began to give deep thought about the future. One day, a brain storm struck us. We decided that the easiest ambition we could find was to explore the world. On a bright summer day in July of I960 we started our world travel from Lansing. We made a non-stop flight from Lansing to Washington D. C. During our stay in Washington D. C., we attended a banquet at which the President of the United States, our former classmate, Nolan Lee, was to give a speech. The subject of his speech was ”JIow to Influence Women and Lose Friends”. We traveled from Washington D. C. to New York City. We decided to make a tour of the city. Our first stop was to a large art studio. As we entered the door, we saw a familiar face. It was none other than Carleton Huff surrounded by all of his beautiful models. As we left the art studio and went on down the street, we heard a voice calling “pencils, pencils and as we studied the face, we recalled one of our old classmates, Joel Gregory. We had a friendly talk and Joel told us that his job was pretty steady. A few days of flying time took us to Australia and while taking the country scenes, we saw a large sign that read THE LILE RANCH. A lot of little ones were running around there, of course, we mean colts. While in our hotel room in Paris, we turned on our radio just in time to hear the latest news broadcast. It seems the great American actress, Barbara Croy, had announced her engagement to Mickey Rooney. Barbara’s latest picture is “At Last”. After a week’s vacation in Paris, we decided to go to Africa. Frank Buck, the big game hunter, was running into great competition with Sherwood Hunt. It seems that Sherwood had finally got over his buck fever and was having all the luck. Our next stop after leaving Africa was at the Hawaiian Islands. You never can tell who you will run into these days. It was a big surprise to us when we saw Joyce Morris in one of those grass skirts learning the latest Hawaiian dances. Oh yes, Joyce now belongs to the Kellogg tribe. We were very much flattered when the King of Arabia asked us to be his guests for a week. When we arrived, we were welcomed by none other than our old friend and classmate, lArnold Brown, and all of his beautiful wives. Some people have all the luck.' During our flight from Arabia to South America we thought it would be intere sting to watch the pilot in the cabin. Who of all people did we find at the controls but Lynn Guenther. Lynn always did have trouble keeping his head from above the clouds. Our nightclub experience in South America proved very interesting. Special entertain- ment for the evening was lovely songstress. Wee Connie Baker, better known as Connie Holder, Connie was making a tour of the South American countries. The surprise we received in Brazil was far above the ordinary. We found that Harold Hurst was the owner of a large coffee plantation. No wonder the coffee shortage had ended. A trip wouldn’t be complete without taking a midnight cruise. As we stood on the deck of the ship, we saw a figure on the dock. As we neared the shore, we recognized the figure to be that of Helen Rowley. Helen was waiting for her sailors to come in. 18

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Last Will and Testament of The Class of 1950 The constable leaned forward a little and peeping over the brass rims of his spec- tacles surveyed the row of specimens which lined one side of the village court-room. The old boy must have sat there in that dignified pose for a moment or so, his shaggy hair shot here and there with darts of white and his grey eyes almost somber in the light of the dusty lamp. “Folks,” he said slowly in his low, professional-sounding voice, “We are met on a sad occasion. A death is approaching with the new season--and as usual in a case of sus- pended animation the last will and testament of that party must be read. Thus are we assembled. Death has pounced upon the portals of L.H.S. and not with a futile punch. The door has opened and the Grim Reaper has stalked in to place the kiss of Caiaphas upon the wrinkled brow of ye of the Senior Class. The old man hesitated as if collecting his thoughts and after folding his hands before him upon the table once more, began. “Ye are the claimants of the woes and virtues of the most gracious Seniors, ye are the ones who claim to be the most benignly loved--so be it. This, successors of the departed Seniors, is the last will, the final testament of the vamoosed members of the class of ‘50. This is the obelisk of their fame, this is a mortal test of their graciousness, of their generosity, of their unselfishness. They who are to pass on into life’s Great Beyond, are dead here, while back in regeneration they are being born again across the Great Divide, born again as men and women, while back in the vale of the days of yore the corpse of the Class which has passed out withers into the dust from whence it sprang. They have not desired to take with them their many virtues of this epoch but rather have they bestowed them upon you of the Freshman, Sophomore and Junior Classes. They have left them that you of the great and glorious L.H.S. may crush them madly to your bosom and plant pink violets and golden daisies at the feet of the invisible monument raised to commemorate their passing. Thus is the graciousness, thus is the generosity, thus is the unselfish spirit of the departing Seniors demonstrated. And now kind sirs prepare thine ears for the reading of the last will, the last testament of those who will habitate the cloistered halls of the L.H.S. no more. “We the class of 1950, being of super-sound sanity, do make this our last will and testament, bequeathing to the benighted innocence of underclassmen the fruits of our Herculean endeavors.” It is the last wish, the last desire, the will and testament of the departing class of 50 that upon the dawning of that day when their cheerful faces no longer grace the halls of L.H.S. the following attributes of their nature be given as they shall will: To the Freshmen the Seniors in assembly having discarded all childish behavior, leave their special privileges (namely hair pulling, note passing, giggling and story telling.) To the Sophomores, haughty specimens though they may be, we leave the atmosphere of childlike bliss which our presence has bathed the barren walls of L.H.S. To the Juniors, and our hearts swell with pride at the thought, we leave the unparalled magnitude of the multitudinous successes of which we have been so famous. And the thousand and one other projects which only a Senior mind could originate. To the faculty, we bequeath our excess knowledge that they may pass it on to those in need. To our faithful custodians, Albert and Harry, we leave all chewing gum wherever it may be found so that they may remold it and sell it to dairymen when pasture is low. 20