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

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Wd! We the Senior Class of Laingsburg High School, nineteen hundred and fifty nine, having been pro- nounced of rather unsound mind, poor memory, and slow understanding do hereby make this our last will and testament: I, Larry Poole, will my scientific mind to Torn Hurst. I. Bob Graham, will my admiration of Elvis to Tom Mahoney. Ray Bigford, will my bookkeeping talent to anyone daring enough I. I. Vanda Drew, will my parking places to anyone who can find them. to take it. I, Sue Fralick, leave my Air Force men to anyone who can catch a flyer. I, Frank Brewster, leave my ability to sleep in Government to anyone who needs the rest. I, Lynn Ross, my curly hair to Mr. Doyle. I, Jerry Carr, just plain LEAVE! I, Butch Christacopulos leave my job as a waiter to Mary Lee Cribbs. I, DeAnn Able, will my jolly temperament to Sandra Early. I. Donna Levering, leave my speaking ability to Mr. Nash. I, Newman Hutchings, will my scads of women fans to Mark Woodbury. I, David Adams, will my dancing talent to Jim Austin. Jerry Bohnett, leave my drums to Alton Dezess. I Carol Smith, will my size 8 dress to Betty Hunt. Clara Robinson, TRY to leave Delbert. Delbert Alward, TRY to leave Clara. I. I. I. 1, I, Nancy Antcliff, leave my different ways to charm men to Carol Hutchings. I, Maria Christacopulos, leave my brotherly love to John 85 Kirk Putman. I, Bertie Shiffer leave my charming voice to Bob Snow. I, Stan Braska, leave my intelligence to Kenny Schray. I, Bonnie Hawk, leave my shorthand book to Kenneth Nickols. I, Roy Hill, leave my out dated hair cut to Gail Jugovich. I, Janet Hart, leave my penny begging ability to Sally Acker. I, Karen Scripter will my giggles to any one who can stand it. I, Wendell Ginther, leave all my happiness to Mr. Brown. I, Mary Ellen Hurst, leave my art ability to Roger Niclols. I, Wendell Walters, leave my great big feet to Lester Chadwick. I, Susie Tisch, leave all my college men to Betty Howe. I, Mickey Coe, leave my two-timing talent to Larry Coe. I. I, Larry Gray, will my timid ways to Aaron Chadwick. Mary Lou Brya, leave my talent to skip school to Marilyn Hamilton. I, Larry Carr, leave my photographs of pretty girls to Tom Green. I, Virginia Beavers, leave my ability to keep people in suspense to Carol Blackledge. I, Lynn Cortright, leave my wicked slang word to Mr. Valas. I, Lyle Haggerty, leave my manly giggle to Alden Acker. I, Don Fraidenburg leave my talents to coon watermelons to Don Morril. l, Don Malkin, leave my muskrat traps to Brian Hart. I, Nancy Hart, leave my Homecoming crown to next year's queen. I, Chuck Eggleston, leave Barbara to henpeck all of the junior boys. I, Delbert Johson, leave my old Ford to Judy Suggate. Gary Stevens, will my quiet ways to Sally Coe. JoAnn Snyder, will my charming ways to the Sophomore Girls. Vivian Waltz, leave my forceful personality to Coleen Parker. Pat Alward, leave my ponytail to my horse. In witness thereof we have set our hands and affixed our seal on our Lord, one thousand, nine hundred and fifty nine. Signed: I. I. I. I. 17 this 21st day of May in the year of our Lynn Cortright Karen Scripter Sue Fralick

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JOANN R. SYNDER IIJOII General Course FHA 1,25 Chorus 2,3. FAVORITE PASTIME: Horseback riding. FUTURE PLANS: Beauty Operator after WAC for 3 yrs. REMEMBERED FOR: Pretty eyes Mail: GARY L. STEVENS llcaryll General Course Senior Play--stage. FAVORITE PASTIME: Trapping and Hunting. FUTURE PLANS: Servi then Farmer. REMEM- BERED FOR: Long Leg WENDELL E. WALTERS Wendel1 College Prep Course Vice Pres. 45 Football 1,2,3,45 Basketball 2,3,45 Band 1,z,a5 Drama Club 1,25 Track 1,25 Sportsman Club 1. FAVORITE PASTIMES Hunting. Swimming. FUTURE PLANS: Nav-y. REMEM- BERED FOR: Adventurer. ! Wim? Q Q 1 4 E ii

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79 As I was cleaning my attic one day I happened to notice my old 1959 High School Annual. I sat back in my discarded rocking chair and I opened its dusty cover. The sight of those familiar faces brought back memories of those wonderful, carefree high school days. A strange feeling suddenly came over me. It seemed to sayg You need a long vacation to see your old friends again. I packed my tooth brush, my other shirt and hopped into my Rambler fthat's my little helicopterj and started out. Small town news travels fast, so a crowd of well wishers gathered to see me off. I looked up and saw a red sky light just in time to turn down my propellers because I knew that wicked cop, Lyle Hagerty, would run me in for sure. Why that guy was worse on fast propellers than he was on noisy duals! l took off, and found myself flying through the air wondering who my fir! surprised victim would be. All of a sudden I looked up and here came Stanley Braska in his brand new V-94 Hornet like a hot kernel of popcom out of a popper. Right behind him came Janet Hart with a big lollypop stuck in her kisser. I'm telling you, boy, they came closer to me than the hair on a poodle just after it's been clipped. After this hair-raising experience I decided to land in a nearby field to take a breather. I was sitting there resting on the grass when I happened to gaze across the field, and of all people to see in a 'tater patch was Mary Lou Brya with both hands gripped on that poor old hoe, till I thought she would squeeze it to death. Right there beside her was Butch Christ with a salt-shaker in one hand, and a 'tater in the other, chewing like a chipmunk munching on a walnut. And speaking of chipmunks Mary said that right down the road lived Joann Snyder, a struggling young chipmtmk trainer. Joann had just decided to give up her favorite chipmunk Alvin to the R.C.A. Company. We decided to visit Alvin at RCA, and lo and behold who did we discover there but Bertie Shiffer making another opera record. You could hear him for a mile as the deep bass tones rolled from his deep chest. I returned to my 'coper and waved good -by to the folks, and I took off for my next visit which led me to Pancake Flats where they do all of the research on those big atomic bombs. The head of this whole deal, believe it or not, was Philip Rann. I could connect Philip with pancakes and flats, but somehow the atmosphere here seemed unreal, but then I remembered that he always was a brain in Chemistry Class. He was demonstrating his latest theory on his own little human bunny, Bonnie Hawk. In Phil's words the theory was that an atomic blast by all husbands would insure the supremacy of the male in family life. Bonnie seemed to be a living example of the supremacy of at least one male. After moving from Pancake Flats I decided to visit Hollywood to see if any of my old buddies had made the grade there. A large crowd of men standing around a fashion shop window aroused my curiosity. Much to my surprise, the main attraction was long, skinny Minnie type Vivian Waltz bopping with that wicked bopper Ray Bigford. He wore a pair of Bermuda Shorts and a pair of stripped long socks. I walked on down the street noticing as I did that people seemed to be gathering at a theatre type building, so I thought I would go in and take a peek. On stage was Clara Robinson and Delbert Alward standing on their tiptoes. Clara, in a little short skirt, and Delbert, in long-legged tights, were doing a ballet, to a number called Shakey Toes. For a second attraction, they had a group of chorus girls. I was about to leave when I saw three familiar faces ibut not figuresj. You'll never guess who they were! Carol Smith, Pat Alward, and Maria Christ kicking their heels like three roosters shot with an air gun. Since I was getting mighty hungry, I decided to visit a little restaurant outside of town called Tillie's Teahouse. It was common knowledge that Tillie always hired twin cooks so that everything would turn out doubly delicious. Two huge brutes toted in the food. The brutes were none other than Larry and Jerry Carr. Their cooking must have been DOUBLY good because Tillie was DOUBLE her former hlle. I was chewing away on Tillie's tough turtle soup when Bob Graham walked in dressed in Scottish kilts. He had made an astonishing success on the bagpipes. Bob certainly had turned a natural characteristic into a successful career. I next headed for Texas. As the helicopter settled, up rushed a stubby little Texan. His face was hidden by a 20 gallon hat that even covered his little ears. I tiptoed up and lifted the lid and who do you suppose was under it? Lost Larry Poo1e. Following the trail a short distance I came upon Karen Scripter sitting on a clipped cactus yelling Cactus water 6 cents a squirt. I continued my joumey into the barren hills of Westem Texas. I decided to land on a mountain. Nancy Antcliff, barefooted and ragged, came puffing around the mountain. She was limping terribly because her old man had chased her so many times around the mountain that one leg just plain grew longer than the other. I happened to glance over on another hill and there on top of a shaky little shack was Virginia Beavers trying frantically to make her 6 little 'uns come down off the television antenna where they were playing squirrel. Word had come to me that two of my old buddies were living in a penthouse in New York. As I walked through the door, I was shocked to see Roy Hill and Hap Ginther dressed in mammoth aprons wielding huge mops. They were employed by a society dame, Virginia Woodbury. Those poor guys were dusting faster than a Peacock's feathers caught in a hurricane. - I decided to visit a wrestling match at Madison Square Garden. In one corner I recognized 380 potmds of human fat called Hairy Gary Stevens and in the other corner was his opponent, Ferocious Frank Brewster. The referee who did his best to see that Hairy Gary won was Honest Del Johnson. After I left the Garden I decided to have my shoes shined . The attendant was none other than Chatanooga Chuck Eggleston. I next hopped to Florida where I visited an aquarium. As I peered through the glass, I recognized Ron Austin and Dave Adams floating around. By George, they pretended that they were fish feeders, but really they were searching for mermaids. London was my next stop andsincelwas such a notorious character l felt that I must report there. Don Malkin, with a little mustache and goatee, headed the bureau. I stopped at a college to listen to an authority speak on the Weaker Sex. The learned professor was Don Fraidenburg. His most promising student was De Ann Able who supplied most of the applause. My next surprise was to find Romeo Wendell Walters, sitting in a little teahouse slurpin tea with a dainty little gal about 5 ft. 2 with eyes of blue. When I finally recovered from the shock of seeing Wendell with a girl I turned to leave but noticed that my watch had stopped. I just had to have it fixed, so I looked across the street and saw a shop called Smarty Marty's Repair Shop. The little bald-headed man who said he could fix anything turned out to be Martin Dix. He mentioned while I was there that one of our classmates was an old maid school teacher. You would never guess who! Sue Fralick! Marty said she was the strictest teacher this side of the salt mines, Marty also said that Vanda Drew lived close by so I decided to look her up. Vanda Drew, was lawfully wedded to Newman Hutchings, she was busy putting boots on little Newman Hutchings Junior. Vanda told me that poor old pop was still sackin up chocolate covered pretzels like he's been doin for the last 20 years. About that time the London Smog was lifting, and my next stop was India. I landed outside a castle like building. lheard seductive music inside it lured me to enter, There sat Larry Gray on a pile of cushions, fanned and fed by a bevy of pretty dancing girls. I was dazed by the unexpected sight when I was brought back to reality by bumping into a woman, balancing a five gallon jug of water on her head. I was ready to apologize when she bellowed out Why don't you watch where you are going. It was none other than, Queen Nancy Hart. As lv strolled on down the street, a n Indian girl approached with three big elephants trailing after her. It was, Susie Tisch.Her training as a teacher had paid off. Susie had finally taught the elephants to bow a Thank You when she gave them a peanut. It seemed that the old Class of 59 was widely scattered. Hawaii was the next stop. When l arrived in Hawaii, the natives invited me to one of their festivals. A loud strumming of a guitar announced that the queen of the Hula girls was about to appear. There before my eyes was Mary Ellen Hurst swinging that grass skirt till I thought it would almost swing away. Astounded I moved back a few paces to find myself beside a man strumming on the biggen: guitar I had ever seen. It was Mickey Coe surrounded with all his little dumplings. Mickey and wife Hula Hilda held number 14 in their arms. He looked peaceful sitting there barefooted, dark skinned and fatter than a little butterball. My copter had developed a peculiar noise in its engine so l called the Fix'em for Good Shop for a repair expert. The man who answered my call was so greasy and black that his race, color or previous condition was extremely doubtful. I asked him where he was originally from. He answered, Virginia. The reverent tone of his voice left no doubt in my mind but that this was Lynn Cortright. Since it would take a couple of days for Lynn to adjust the fan belt, I decided to visit the natives of the interior who, rumor stated , now and then returned to their Old Cannibalistic practices. The drums beatasteady tatoo as we approached but above the sound of the drums we could hear the solemn voice of a missionary and the screeching voice of his feminine assistant as they besought the natives to give up their sinful ways and follow the example of the Missionaries themselves. The missionaries were Jerry Bohnett and Donna Levering. The natives seemed more interested in the huge pot of boiling water than in Jerry and Donna. When the tribes saw us they grabbed their spears and with a hideous yell scrambled toward us. Jerry and Donna placed themselves between us and the natives and we escaped. This experience ended my search for the class of 1959. I returned to the U.S. with a feeling of satisfaction that the training received in Old L.H.S. had certainly paid off in success for everyone. 18 4. -,