Laurel High School - Laurels Yearbook (Laurel, MT)

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SENIOR CLASS WILL (cont.) I, Janie Lockwood, leave my executive ability to any future ambitious soul. I, Betty Marshall, leave bookkeeping, still amazed. I, Darlene Moon, leave my ability to say no to my sister, Audrey. I, Eleanor Mossman leave nothing. Everything I have is at the Normal. I, Richard Nelson, will my name Swede to hootenanny 8-Ball Fredericks. I, John Orndorff, better known as Moose , leave my diminutive proportions to Lawrence Stenersen. We, Bill Paronto and Chuck Rosselot, leave in search of women. I, Jim Phillips leave the L. H. S. girls to get along as best they can without me. I, Helen Pomroy leave my steno ability to anyone who can write that fast. I, Neilon Prill, leave my musical talent to Jim Gass. I. Nancy Purchase leave my charm and baby-blue eyes to Kay Pewitt. I, Beverly Rider,' leave my ability to blush at everything to Joan Reichel. I, George Roth, leave to come back for Carroll next year. I, Margaret Scheeier, leave my ability to get along with peop'e to anyone that lacks that trait. I, Dick Shay leave my wolfishness to Bobby Dantic. I, Veda Slater, leave my long walk home to June Kroh. tt comes in handy sometimes, June. I, Bill Smith, leave my Pepsodent smile to Claudine Eberhardt. I, Bill Sorg, leave my athletic prowess to anyone that feels they can keep up the record. I, Richard Sparlin, leave my growing-up ways to Bernice Moren. I. Ro'emary Sparlin, leave my glasses to anyone that has nerve enough to wear them. I, Fred Starbard. leave my interest in business to Bob Kass. I. Laurel Stenersen, leave my athletic ability to Betty Jo Nelson. I, James Tinnes, will my questionable language to Wesley Henley. I, Robert Tinnes. will my way with Havre Women to the Havre boys. I. Pat Ward, leave my short hair-cut to Rosemary Toots Schmidt. I, Hulda Weber, leave still employed at the Dutch Mill. I, Jim Wilson, leave my ability to be expelled and reinstated in five minutes to Everett Moorman. I, Leo Yeager, leave my creative mind to Jumping Joe Garlock. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, we have hereunto subscribed our names and affixed our seal in the year of Our Lord, One Thousand Nine Hundred and forty-nine. I long to be a senior And with the seniors stand, A fountain pen behind my ear, A notebook in my hand. I wouldn't be a president I wouldn't be a king, I'd rather be a senior And never do a thing.

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SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of Laurel High School, being of sound mind and memory, do make, publish, and declare this our last will and testament in manner and form as follows: ARTICLE ONE: We hereby give and bequeath to all underclassmen our limited energy to cooperate and graduate in the prescribed four years. ARTICLE TWO: We give to the Juniors our ability to win friends and influence people or in other words, get as many 'eats on the Council as we did. To the Freshmen we leave our ability to get our class rings in our Sophomore year. ARTICLE THREE: We leave with the faculty memories of: (I) our supply of alibis and excuses: (2) our quiet, thoughtful mannerisms; (3) our ability to be hateful and obstinate. ARTICLE FOUR: To the school in general we whole-heartedly and generously leave the beautifully-carved desks, battered typewriters, worn-out books, footworn halls and broken locker combinations. ARTICLE FIVE: To our esteemed prinipal we gladly leave the chatter-room. ARTICLE SIX: As individuals we do will and bequeath the following: We, Billie Lou Bartley and Johnny Goodenbour, leave all our headaches to future annual editors. I, Kathleen Behm, leave the G. A. A. girls alive. I, Tom Bennett, leave, still a confirmed bachelor. I, Don Bradford, leave my long legs to Danny Hafer. We, Joyce Bradford and Eleanor Fisher, leave the Laurel Leaves completely exhausted. I, Betty Brese, leave with my love-letters. I, Don Brester, leave my quiet ways to Norma Phelps. I, Don Brohaugh, leave my Einstein brain to Jim Kasner. I, Bert Brown, leave for Mexico to exercise my Spanish versatility. I, Stanley Burkley, will my curly hair to Joe Marvel. I, Clyde Cromwell, give Caesar back his Latin. It's all Greek to me. I. Harriet Decker, leave 9:00 office to some ambitious Junior. I, Loretta Deis, leave my last name to future card-sharks. I, Alvin Dorall, will everything I see down here to Tom Lowry who has probably missed out on a lot up there. I, Duane Eberhardt, leave my artistic ability to Roy Ingraham. I, Alma Fox, leave my unusual name to Bill Huschka. I. Marlene Freeman, leave my A's in chemistry to any future chemistry brain . I, Joyce Gill, leave my meek and mild ways to Barbara Harlan. I, Wayne Hageman, leave my way with women to Lowell Anderson. I, Virginia Hahn, leave my vast wardrobe to my sister, Carrol. I, Virginia Harlan, leave my gum-popping ways to the faculty. I know you have envied me. I, Don Hodges, will my sense of proportions to June Visser. I, Ralph Hodges, leave nothing. I want to take all I have with me. I, Helen Hoffman, leave steno II, but barely. We, Bill Kass and Jim Scribner, leave our cooperative manners to Gene Spildie and Dick Duncan. I, Tom Kilpatrick, will my girlish voice to lola Fisher. I, Edwin Kehm, will my manly beard to Robert Pyzel. I, Norman Lais, will my muscular build to Jim Graff.

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY At the reunion of the Class of 49 held in 1959, at the new modern $1,000,000 Laurel High School, the following facts were disclosed: Billie Lou Bartley and Willy Huschka are now happily married and growing winter wheat and little Huschkas in North Dakota. Kathleen Behm is Queen of Swat, taking Babe Ruth's place Thomas Bennett has stepped in Carl Anderson's shoes (size 14) as foreman of the local section gang. Joyce Bradford is now currently starring in the popular radio program, The Thin Man's Wife. Don Bradford is raising mules in Missouri to get a Kick out of life. Betty Brese is now teaching girls’ physical education at Katzenjamer school for boys. Peering through the dust we see Don Brester has just flashed by with his beet wagon and team. Don Brohaugh is still trying to pass his college entrance exam at the Mossmain School of Mines. Bert Brown is now playing professional football for the Green Bay Packers. Stan Burkley is now busting rocks at San Quentin. Harriett Decker is Mrs. Sweater Girl of 1959. Clyde Cromwell, after four years of law school, is now employed as Janitor in the Billings Court House. Loretta Deis is now in the Broadway hit, Andy Get Your Dice. Alvin Dorall now runs a North Dakota jack-rabbit farm. Eleanor Fisher and Helen Pomroy, professionally known as Bubbles Fisher and Queeny Pomroy, are now dancing on Broadway. Marlene Freeman, the former Mrs. Leslie Hage-man, Jr., has been granted a divorce on grounds of continual drunkeness and non-support. John Goodenbour, after ten long years, is still trying to get Mrs. Huschka away from Willy. Don Hodges is now artist for Esquire , for men . Joyce Gill is now superintendent of Deaconess. Virginia Hahn and George Roth are very happily married and are running the Hesper Bar. Ralph Hodges now owns I 10 interest in Laird's Radio Electric Shop. Helen Hoffman is now a successful hair stylist. Virginia Harlan and Laurel Stenersen are still trying to convince the bouncer at the Midway that they have reached the ripe old age of 21. Bill Kass and Jim Scribner are singing and taking collections for the Salvation Army. Tommy Kilpatrick is now Commander in Chief of all Billings Gazette delivery boys. Edwin Kehm is now taking Bill Price's place as chief handy man. Norman Lais is now a millionaire and is spending his time on his yacht, fishing and putting on shows for all the girls. Janie Lockwood, in keeping with her ladylike personality, is now running a popular girls' school, (Lockwood's Lessons for Ladies'). Betty Marshall is singing in one of the upDer-class dives in a mid-western city. Her theme song is I Get the Neck of the Chicken.” Darlene Moon hitched onto a star, Butch Jenkins, Hollywood heart-throb. Eleanor Mossman is now married to the President of Hesper College of Agriculture. Richard Nelson is now studying under the famous Dr. Rosselot, veterinarian. Honest John Orndorff is still trying to convince the women of L. H. S. that he is their type. Bill Paronto and Chuck Rosselot have their own dairy farm and still in the Ozarks. Their slogan is if you don't drink our whiskey, you can t drink our milk.