Lake Stevens High School - Pilchuck Yearbook (Lake Stevens, WA)

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Dorothy Dearie—Leaves her red hair to anyone with a temper. (It helps.) Lyle Zahler—Leaves his good looks to Bert Ronnestad. 1, Betty Forrest, leave my ability to keep my nose in everyone’s busi- ness, to anyone who thinks he can get away with it. Ruth Lyman—Wills her faculty to study until the wee hours of the morning, to anyone who is dumb enough. I, Louise Johnson, hereby leave my fabulous “Bank Account” to Betty Lundgren. Flora Kirby—Would will her love for food to someone, but she wants it too much for herself. I, Sophie Woyach, will my athletic ability to Yvonne Nelson who is a “great sport” in more than one way. Fred Cushman—Wills his agriculture ability to David Nordquist along with two inches of his height. I, Lawrence Brooks, hereby give my loud voice to the Pep Club and my athletic ability to Bill Lund. Max Newman—Wills the Lake Stevens girls to anyone who will have them. (Don’t worry, Max, there are Jots of others after them.) Howard Thompson—Has no will, but he agrees with Max. To Bill Bancroft—In memory of past forestry days, Melvin Gustaf- son wills a compass to him so he may never again get lost. Don Hart also wills him a pair of track shoes so he can make a fast getaway this coming Fourth of July. Don Larson wills him an uncollapsible bed so that he can sleep during his future forestry days. foe Shaffer—Wills all rights of his “Pierced Arrow to “Happy” Wolf. Lois Cooper—Wills her ability to collect makeup slips to Gene H ungar. 1, Bob Lundquist, hereby leave my red hair to Mrs. Johnson for use in later years. Anita Gilstad—Wills her ability to go steady to Janice Sather. I, Dolores Granger, hereby will my yodeling ability to Don Withrow. I. Theodore Peterson, just leave.

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Class Will We, the Class of 1947, being of sound body and mind, write our last will and testament. ARTICLE I.—To the Faculty—We give our hearty thanks and appreciation for the help they gave during our journey through the higher grades of school. We also leave our old pencil stubs with the thought that they may be of some use to them at some future date. ARTICLE II.—To the. Classes—To the Juniors we leave the honor and likewise the work it takes to be Seniors. We also leave, the ability to disagree over nothing to them. To the Sophomores we give the privilege of getting the big-head and becoming Juniors. To the Freshmen, our sympathy, as they become high school students. ARTICLE III.—To the certain individuals: I, Louise Mitchell, leave the time it takes to comb my hair to Nancy Perry. I, Joe Hadsell, hereby leave my executive ability to the next “sucker.’’ Yvonne Reardon—Wills her skating ability to anyone who is willing to take all the bruises that go with it. I, Marian Rux, hereby leave my past due makeup slips to Donnie Shewmaker. Junius Hagglund—Wills his printing ability to anyone who is drafted into Journalism. I, Laverta Reddeman, will my ability to be true to one man to Rita Gantt. Lorraine Adams—Leaves her dark hair to Irene Grimm in case she ever wants a change. We, Carrie Cornish and Dolores Lundberg, give the Sophomore boys back to the Sophomore girls if they still want them. Peggy Gordon-—-Wills her tumbling ability to Phyllis Edeen. We, John Shaffer and Lealand Easterly, leave our supreme intellec- tual powers along scientific lines, to Mr. Beeston, in the hope that he will be able to untangle them at some future date. Leota Hisey—Leaves her mathematics grades to anyone who has plenty of credits. I, Cora Lyman, leave my book reports to Lee Wicklund for future reference.

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Class Prophecy “1947” In this age of the flying machine Much more of the world by the people is seen. So come with me now in my new airplane. We’ll see what’s become of the ’47 gang. Since Alaska is dose by; just next door, We’ll drop in on Red Lundquist, his squaw and his four. Red and his family are fine, so on we glide To see more of the kids on the other side. I forgot that our piloting’s done by the One and only Lee Easterly. Look out! There’s a plane and it’s coming right for us I guess we’ll start singing the Chopin’s funeral chorus! Well, forever more! I took some quick looks And the zany pilot is Lawrence Brooks. 1 read in a paper that Lorraine and he Were married and are as happy as they can be! Speaking of Lorraine reminds me that Dolores Granger Has taken on the duties of a lady Texas Ranger. Wav up ahead there’s some skywriting and drawing And down below us the people are awing. This display of beautiful art '“pitchers” Is done by the corporated Lyman Sisters. They’re writing about the skating sensation, Yvonne Reardon, who’s to entertain for all the United Nations. Higher and higher we’re climbing now Fo the Milky Way and Fred C. leading a cow On up a ways there’s a U. S. (4. Can’t imagine letting it go By us without stopping. I’ll be right back. It’s run by none other than Sophie Woyach! Directly above is a star that is super, And the reason it twinkles, it’s Lois Cooper! Say, Lee, don’t you think we are right above Boise? You know where Lyle and Melvin were jailed for being so noisy! Way doAvn below there’s a car and I see Through my glasses it’s a black Model T. Dolores Lundberg is shoving from the rear While Carrie tries in vain to steer! It surely is a “Wick”ed car And from the looks of things they won’t get far! Walking along Heavenly Boulevard There’s a girl plodding along and thinking hard It’s Louise Johnson with bookkeeping books Stuck under her arm for more than mere looks!