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

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Class Will WE, the superb class of the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and fifty one, possessing some mina and more body, and not acting under the influence of any person, place or thing, being uncertain of life and more so of graduation, do hereby declare this our last will and testament. Whereby, we bestow all our possessions, traits, and other silly notions, worthy, unworthy or otherwise to the following legal heirs. First and foremost, to the faculty we leave our sympathy, knowing how sad they will be when we depart from them. To the juniors we leave our textbooks, notebooks, pencils, and special means of sending notes, so that they may be as intelligent as we have been. To the sophomores we leave two or more years of struggle. To the freshmen we leave 99.9% of our hard-earned education, with the thought that they can supply the other .1%, and maybe someday become dignified seniors as we were. We endow and scatter our personal possessions, belongings, and character- istics to the following underclassmen: I, LAWRENCE COOK, will my intelligence in history class to anyone interested in history. I, LAWRENCE POWERS, will my ability to get along with the girls to JOE COE. I, RICHARD WERT, will my accurate typing to STUART SHUE. I, SAM WRIGHT, will my many girl friends to JERRY FELZKE to dispose of as he sees fit. I, TED ROWLEY, will my bashful ways to DONALD McDONALD. I, HENRY BAUMGRAS, leave my passing grades in bookkeeping to JOHN AUSTIN. I, CLARE GREENE, will my favorite parking place to CARL VEITH. I, WAYNE BASINGER, leave my attendance record to anyone who can get away with it. I, JOHN MAHONEY, will my prompt service as a paper boy to ARTHUR WILLARD. I, EDWIN PARKER, leave hoping never to return again. I, BONNIE SPARKES, leave to join my husband. I, ANN HERBLET, will my honorary seat in bookkeeping to anyone honorable enough to keep it. I, JOANNE WATEROUS, will my place as a trumpet player in the band to HERMAN SCHULTZ. I, RITA McGRATH, will my ability to date four guys on a three night weekend to my sister, ROSE MARIE. I, DOLORES G1NTHER, will CLARE to anyone who wants him after I’m dead and gone. I, BARBARA HURST, will my artist work on the cover of the reflector to 1IM COE. I, PHYLLIS MILLER, will my knack to run the mimeograph machine to TOAN MORGAN. 1 I, JEAN AUSTIN, leave my position as treasurer of the Journalism Class to any- one honest enough to handle the money. I, NORMA LEE DASCHNER, will my vast fortune, accumulated while working at the A. A. Recreation, to the Army if they’ll discharge GEORGE. I, JEAN POWELL, will my position as left forward on the girls’ basketball team to CONNIE FREDRICK. I, CAROL SMITH, will my soft voice to COLEEN VEITH. I, ROBERT KYES, will my capability to attend one school and graduate from another to anyone smart enough to do it. I, BARBARA WILLARD, will my honorable place as cheerleader to MARILYN MAHONEY. In witness of the undersigned we declare this to be our last will and testament. SENIORS OF ’51 BARBARA WILLARD JEAN POWELL

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We produced the Junior Play “Head First,” under the direction of MR. WESTERHOF; some of us visited “The Hot Puppy” afterwards in Lansing. The lockers were installed in our junior year. We, as juniors, gave the Junior-Senior Prom. It was quite an affair. Our senior pictures had to be taken twice. We tried to pick our class flower and colors as seniors. Our senior pictures finally came. Our senior play “Grandad Steps Out” was given under MR. DOYLE’S supervision. We, as seniors, enjoyed the Prom given us by the juniors. We finally had to leave. Barbara H. at 4 Jean Austin at 4 Wayne at 5 JoAnne at 1%

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Class Prophecy In the year of 1965, I decided to take a trip to Mars. I had learned from various sources that a great number of the Class of 1951 had moved there. So, boarding a rocket ship sent to me by Wayne Basinger, who now finds cars outdated, for our journey into space I left behind what few of my classmates who preferred to remain on Earth. We made a safe landing thanks to the pilot, Clare Greene, who always was an efficient car driver in school except when it was icy. At the airport, better known on Mars as a vacuum-port, since there is no air on the planet, was Sam Wright. Sam who had risen to a high position in the National Guards was appointed by the Military Intelligence Chief, Butch Cook, to govern the planet. Sam’s knowledge of history, thanks to Mr. Doyle, has enabled him to govern the people very well. Sam’s right hand man is another National Guards’ officer, Henry Baumgras, who is kept busy waking Sam in time to keep his many dates. Leaving the field I entered a restaurant and found Norma Lee Daschner, now Mrs. George Morris, working. It seems that she had grown so fond of restaurant work while employed for A. A. Recreation during high school, that she decided to make it her life’s work. George was home with the family, she said, and was teaching them to live the routine he learned while in the Army many years back. Hearing Hill-Billy Hit Parade coming over the radio from Cincinnati 1, Ohio, I naturally found Dolores Ginther close by. She is now a space ship hostess and says she’ll remain one as long as husband Clare is a pilot. Leaving the restaurant I visited the Mars-Muddle, the newspaper plant now owned by Jack Mahoney since he sold his interest in the Owosso Argus back on Earth. Journalism students Richard Wert, Phyllis Miller and Jean Austin are working for him. Jack says his paper has the largest circulation of any paper in the universe, this is probably due to the ability of his reporters who got their start as writers for the school paper. The Reflector. Then locating the closest football field I found Larry Powers trying to teach the fundamentals of football to the children of former high school players Clare Greene, Ted Rowley, Sam Wright, Jack Mahoney, and Larry. Confidentially, they’ll never take State Championship like their fathers did on Earth, they haven’t the same coach. While I was watching the scrimmage I heard someone yelling “hello” to me. It was Barbara Willard, who never got over the habit since her cheer- leading days back in school with Jean Powell and myself. Speaking of Jean Powell it seems no one sees her very often, she is still receiving those gifts from Army’s John Hurst and spends most of her time at home admiring them. Lawrence, better known as Butch, Cook is teaching Physics at the planet’s largest school in his spare time away from the Intelligence Office. He finds it isn’t as confusing as Mr. Forster’s class was. After visiting him, I returned to the space ship, whose owner as I mentioned before, is Wayne Basinger. Wayne became disgusted with the slow speed of the late model milk wagons and built the first space ship to speed up delivery service for his customers on Mars. I I returned to Earth and while in Missouri I stopped to see Ann Herblet. She finally decided she couldn’t get Missouri off her mind, so she moved there.