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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the graduating class of nineteen hundred and fifty five, Laingsburg High School, County of Shiawassee, State of Michigan, having been pronounced of rather unsound mind, poor memory, and uncomprehensive do here-' by publish and declare this to be our first and last will and testament. FIRST: We give any student of Laingsburg High the right to carve their name on any inanimate object be it teacher or desk. SECOND: We, the Class of '55, leave to the faculty the peace of mind we are sure they will attain after we leave. THIRD: We, as individuals, wish to dispose of the following: I, Myra Malkin, leave my desire to finish school to Gloria Frank. I, Rose McGrath, leave the male alumni to next year's senior girls. I, Marilyn Wert, leave my candelabra to Nancy Watson. I, Bob Sayles, leave my curly hair to Mr. Adams. I, Bill Powell, leave my hand warmer that I use at football practice to Corwin Parker. I, Virginia Warner, leave my quiet dignity to Mary Willard. I, Helen Beavers, leave my position as leader of the Muskrat Ramblers to Harriet Gray. I, Dale Slee, leave my football uniform to Mickey Coe. I, Glenna Wolfrom, leave Duane Ginther to Janet Heil to do with as she sees fit. I, Duane Ginther, leave my way with the ladies to Joe Young. I, Beverly Austin, leave my levis to Sharon Beardslee. I, Jim Putnam, leave the job of writing the class will to anyone idiotic enough to volunteer for the job. I, Roger Curtis, leave my elevator shoes to Gary Craig. I, Keith Reed, leave my Southern drawl to Malcolm Williams. I, Art Willard, leave my overwhelming modesty to Bob Smith. I, Philip Wetoskey, leave my position as star right half to Jim Archer. I, Suzanne Bachelder, leave my many parking places to Marilyn Alexander. I, Tom Croy, leave my ability as a pool shark to Kenneth Chant. I, Theodora Christ, leave my ability to get my man and keep him to Mary Shaw. I, Bob Dougan, leave my manly physique to Larry Brown. I, Steve Doyle, leave my stately stature to Lucille Antcliff. I, Bob Dennis, leave my ability to fly that Mercury to Gail Rose. I, George Beebe, leave my great speaking ability to Miss Maxwell. I, Bob March, leave for Ann Arbor. I, Hugh Archer, leave my knowledge of the local melon patches to Jack Snyder. I, Laura McLouth, leave my figure to Shirley Putnam. I, Dorothy Eckelbarger, leave my striking sense of humor to Judy Mansor. I, Albert Forest, leave my private cell at Corunna to anyone wishing to occupy it. I, Caroline Knoblauch, leave my naturally blond hair to Lois Cortright I, Teresa Herblet, leave the ability to write an open book test in Govt, to anyone lucky enough to get the back seat. I, Joan Harris, leave all my chewed up clarinet reeds to Roy Hill. I, Marilyn Baumgras, leave my job as class secretary to Jerry Adams, may he have writer's cramp forever. I, Mary Jane Hutchings, leave my position as official fruit pincher at Colby's to Dennis Coe. I, Pam Reed, leave my ability to miss first hour chemistry class to anyone who can sleep that long. I, Sam Harmount, leave my smiling personality to Dick Parfitt. I, Lawrence McConnell, leave my heavy, masculine voice to Roger Slee. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I, James Putnam, the testator have set my hand and seal as the legal agent of the class of 1955 hereto, this 24th day of May in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and fifty-five. Signed, sealed and witnessed by the Senior Class of 1955. James Putnam 17
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CLASS HISTORY .In 1942, the present graduating classbegan its school career. Of those graduating this year, the following were present on that memorable September morning, Marilyn Baumgras, Tom Croy, Theodora Christacopulos, Duane Ginther, Myra Malkin, Rose McGrath, and Bill Powell. In the first grade, Helen Beavers and Art Willard joined us and in the third grade Mary Jane Hutchings, Keith Reed and Marilyn Wert. It was in the fourth grade that Dale Slee, and Bob Dennis entered the class roll. It was in the fifth grade that Teresa Herblet and Steve Doyle joined us and in the sixth, Albert Forrest and Bob March. During the first hectic year that we were upstairs as lowly seventh graders, Joan Harris, Sam Harmount, Pam Reed, and Jim Putnam came to be with us. In the eighth grade, Beverly Austin and Roger Curtis joined us in time to graduate into high school with the already astounding number of 37. As humble Freshmen, we made our largest addition to the roll, Hugh Archer, Virginia Warner, Philip Wetoskey, George Beebe, Bob Sayles, Caroline Knoblauch, and Glenna Wolfrom. As up and coming Sophomores, Suzanne Bachelder, Dorothy Eckelbarger and Lawrence McConnell added their names to our class roll. As mighty Juniors, we increased one, Laura McLouth. With Mr. Wesner, as our overseer, in 1951, we started our high school career. We elected Steve Doyle as our mighty president. Bob Sayles as vice president, Marilyn Baumgras as secretary, and Caroline Knoblauch as treas- urer. We sponsored the magazine sales, with Art Willard taking the honors as high salesman of the year, raising the treasury by $105. In October, we all piled on Mr. Dennis' hay wagon, ending up at the Cecil Harris home for a weiner roast. Our queen candidate for this year was Caroline Knoblauch. We entered the Sophomore year in 1952, with Mr. Fockler as our good-natured warden. Rose McGrath was chosen for our president, with Pam Reed as an able assistant. Duane Ginther was chosen to keep our records straight, Steve Doyle as our trustworthy treasurer, and Roger Curtis as our sergeant at arms. Our queen candidate this year was Beverly Austin and our king candidate was Steve Doyle. We again sponsored the magazine sales, with Marilyn Baumgras walking off with the honors as high saleswoman. The homemaking class sponsored a drive to obtain old toys and then repaired them in their home economics class and took the toys to needy children, with Joan Harris acting as Santa Claus. We sponsored the annual May Dance and finished the year with the grand total of $401.36. As the mighty Juniors, in 1953, with Mr. Huffman as our sponsor, we entered our year as upper classmen. We chose Mary Jane Hutchings to lead, Suzanne Bachelder as her stand-in, Keith Reed to keep the books, Tom Croy to keep tab on the finances, and Steve Doyle as the sergeant at arms. We started the year off with a bang, spon- soring the football banquet in November which was a huge success. The climax of the evening was the presenta- tion of the letters to the boys. We sponsored a series of bake sales and during the basketball season, we held the concessions trying out an entirely new idea. This year for the first time in the history of Laingsburg High, the concession workers popped the popcorn at the table insuring the freshness of the product. This new and novel idea made a success of the concessions! Our queen candidate this year was Marilyn Wert and the king candidate, Bob March. In January, we put on the annual Junior Play, Girl Shy” with Art Willard as the girl-shy college boy. Can anyone imagine Art Willard as Girl-Shy? Our crowning achievement was the Banquet and the Junior-Senior Prom, with the theme being the Tulip Festival. The Clarence Schmidt orchestra furnished the music, with the honored guests being the Senior Class of 1954. This year we adjourned with $963.81. As dignified seniors in 1954, with Mr. Doyle as the hectic advisor, we finally decided on Bill Powell as our president, Duane Ginther as the substitute, Marilyn Baumgras to settle disputes, and Glenna Wolfrom to keep tab on finances. We sponsored the concessions at all the home football games and held the homecoming dance in the gym on October 29 with the Ed Barry orchestra furnishing the music. Teresa Herblet was our queen candidate this year. Aaron Slick from Punkin Creek was chosen to be the senior play this year with Keith Reed as the hillbilly, Aaron, Mountaineer accent and all. Mr. Neilson was the director of this roaring success. On January 28, Red VanSickle and orchestra furnished the music for the Winter Formal, with the theme Winter Wonderland. With snowmen and Christmas trees, and artificial snow, the gym was a very real Winter Wonderland. In the spring the class auctioned off the girls shoes in the usual fashion, emancipating them at the annual slave dance at the end of the week. Mary Jane Hutchings was awarded the D.A.R. award by the class on her dependability, service to her school and her community, her leadership and patriotism. The Looking Glass was also edited by the Senior Class this year with Mary Jane Hutchings as our Editor and Chief. Marilyn Wert was chosen to be the associate editor and Helen Beavers as our secretary and treasurer. Keith Reed managed our financial affairs with Steve Doyle as his assistant. Students were appointed as editors of the different divisions. The class colors chosen by the class were Cardinal Red and Silver with Royal Blue Commencement Robes. The class flower was the White Rose. The motto, We've Crossed the Bay, the Ocean Lies before Us, was chosen with the unanimous consent of the class. Baccalaureate exercises were held on the 22nd of May with the Rev. Richard Cook of the Church of the Nazarene. Class night exercises were held on the 24th of May in the gym and Commencement exercises were also in the gym on the night of May 25th with Dr. Anspaugh as the guest speaker. And so we ended our school career. We wish to extend our thanks to each person who made our high school career as memorable and exciting as it was. 16
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PROPHECY CLASS OF 55” Since I always did have an urge to travel”, I decided to take a trip behind the Iron Curtain tosee my old class- mates who had been banished by the U.S.S.R. to Siberia. I will now explain how this all developed out of our senior trip. Mr. Reed, of course, was driving along about 80 mph with the speedometer showing only 45, when he gave one of his huge puffs on the old black cigar. He created a cloud of smoke that would make an eruption of Mount Vesuvious look like the smoke from a match. The cloud blotted out the sun and all nearby objects. Apparently the highway must have taken an abrupt turn to the north but we went straight east. The old bus bumped a few times but Mr. Reed kept it on an even keel. Lo and behold! when the smoke cleared away, we had come to an abrupt stop at the Kremelin's front door. Immediately all my classmates were deported to Siberia. Fortunately, that day I had on a bright red dress and they mistook me for a Red and I was sent to the United States to spy. After following miles of red tape I arrived in a Siberian prison camp to search for my old classmates. As I entered the camp the first person I saw was Glenna Wolfrom, our former class treasurer, selling stones to throw at guards. She was always trying to get money out of someone in high school too. And, as of old, she vyas still pulling Duane Ginther around by the nose. He was picking up the stones and carrying them around for Glenna. Some people just never learn. Just then a great commotion arose. I heard a loud, familiar voice saying, All right you kids, let's quiet down. Yep,same old President Bill Powell! He was head Gestapo man in the camp and the same old whip-slinger as in high school. He had just assigned a committee to entertain the fellow comrades. The committee reported they had rented a little hole in the wall from Mickey the mole Fraidenburg, a well known hole digger, and named it the JKP Club. It seemed Jimmy Putnam, Ram Reed, and Keith Reed had so much in common they decided to make a little food out of it. You see, the cover charge was two kernels of corn, which all comrades stole from Art Willard, the corniest kid in the camp. The main entertainment of that day was The Tipup Twins , Bev Austin and Suzzie Bachclder.. They were doing their age-old version of Shake, Rattle and Roll . They had added a few more wiggles here and there but otherwise it wasn't too much different than in high school. Another attraction was Dale Johnney Ray-Bawl Boy Slee. Again he did his mournful singing act of Cry with all the contortions. Instead of throwing pennies as the kids did in our Junior play in high school, the com- rades threw corn. The show being over I decided to wander around to see if I could find any more of my old classmates. I then noticed a sign Library For Privileged Comrades Only . I thought I'd look around. In the library I saw ever-ef- ficient Janet Sheldon in charge. Boy, the job of head librarian must have gone to her head. She had Bob Dennis and Lawerence McConnell taking inventory of all the and's and the's in the books as punishment for dropping one of the books. I decided to seek a more pleasant atmosphere. Next, I saw a crowd of people gathered. I decided to see what was up. In the midst I saw Reverend Joan Harris leading prayer. She had decided to save some of her unfortunate classmates. Among her most faithful members were BobDougan and A1 Forrest. They never missed a sermon. They sat there with a most holy look on their faces, but it appeared that while one of their eyes was intent on the heavens the other eye wandered to the collection plate near-by. Next I heard some excited screaming and saw another group of people. A sign near there read The McLouth Maulers vs The Russian Reds . It seems Laura McLouth had organized a basketball team of her own after being the manager of the Wolfettes in school. Among the starting line-up were Cagey Caroline Knoblauch, Dodging Dorothy Eckelbarger, Marilyn The Meteor Wett and Horrible Helen Beavers. Trying to keep the bench warm was a well known warmer Myra Malink. Since they were cheating like mad I decided to move on. In my path stood a tent. My curiosity got the best of me and I raised up the flap and saw Marilyn Baumgras cleaning whips. She was using a product she had made herself called Whipum . She was doing this for Bill Powell, she always was his Girl Friday . As I left the tent I stumbled into a hole, I went a little farther and stepped into another one. I wondered who was doing all the digging. As I looked around I saw Teresa Ilerblet sitting on the ground, bawling and wailing because she still hadn’t found her rock . I went on, feeling very sorry for her. Then I saw a group of athletes making passes. Making Passes ! That sounded familiar-ycp, there was Blushing Hugh Archer, Pluggable” Roger Curtis, Skyscraper Steve Doyle and Bob Muscles March on a made over football field. Watching from the side lines was fair and square Virginia Warner, apparently thrilled by their pass making ability. Just then someone made a pass at me so I left. I started walking down the road, when out of a cloud of dust came a team of mules, and who should be driving them but Bob Sayles. He was taking his yearly crop of corn into town. He asked me if I wanted a lift so I ac- cepted. Because of Bob's long hair and mangy beard it was difficult to tell which was the mule and which was Bob. When we arrived in town I got off and thanked him for the bumpy ride. I looked around and saw a printing office, the proprietor being none other than our former editor-in-chief Mary Jane Hutchings, with Theodora Christ taking care of the advertising. The name of their pride was the Siberian Scandal Sheet . I strolled down to the local pool hall and went in. There I saw Tom Croy and George Beebe very engrossed in a game of eight-ball. They always were a couple of pool sharks. I didn't get to see Sam Harmount or Phil Wetoskey on my trip as they were in solitary confinement for trying to talk three of the guards to death. I decided to climb on the dog sled and head for my mansion in California before I got mixed up in some of this corruption. On the way home I pitied my classmates but I loved seeing them again. PROPHETS: Rose Marie, Suz, Bev, and Pam 18
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