Linden High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Linden, IN)

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We, the Senior Class of 1950, do hereby will and bequeath to Mrs. Lyon, an extra period to meet with her library staff. We, the Senior Class of 1950, do hereby will and bequeath to Mr. Beatty, a house in Linden and also a straight Jacket when he's talking to the senior speech class. We, the Senior Class of 1950, do hereby will and bequeath to Mrs. Campbell, a baton that won't break or fall out of her hand and a Lost and Found Bureau to find her music stand after the Speech Class has borrowed it. We, the Senior Class of 1950, do hereby will and bequeath to Miss Deardorff, a new red truck and also a good driver. We, the Senior Class of 1950, do hereby will and bequeath to Mrs. Flanigan, a set of typewriters that can spell and a good advanced typing class for next year. We, the Senior Class of 1950, do hereby will and bequeath to Mr. Bunton, another State Championship Basketball team like the one this year. We, the Senior Class of 1950, do hereby will and bequeath to Mr. Robb, a chain for all of his keys so he won't lose them. We, the Senior Class of 1950, do hereby will and bequeath to the Grade Teachers, a non-moveable, automatic paper cutter and plenty of paper. We, the Senior Class of 1950, do hereby will and bequeath to Linden High School, our undying loyality to the school. We, the Senior Class of 1950, do hereby will and bequeath to Mr. Beatty, Mrs. Lyon and Mrs. Flanigan, our ability to run the movie machine. We, the Senior Class of 1950, do hereby will and bequeath to the Sophomore Class, our loose, well worn class sweaters. We, the Senior Class of 1950, do hereby will and bequeath to the Freshmen Class, our seats by the windows and our ability to make good grades without studying. In Witness Whereof, We, the Senior Class, have set our hands and seal hereto this sixth day of February in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and fifty. 27 Principal

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Senior Will We, the Senior Class of 1950, being of unsound mind, do hereby will and bequeath to the Junior Class, Ur. Ratliff and all of his ancestors including the red-headed Indian. I, Martha Bradison, do hereby will and bequeath to Robert Horney, my ability to slide gracefully at June Royer's feet. I, Dorothy Hudson, do hereby will and bequeath to Geraldine Mahan my ability to study on the school bus. I, Jim Davis, do hereby will and bequeath to Robert Horney, my ability to keep a car on two wheels and my ability to get my parent's consent to have dates. I, Ibbie Ritter, do hereby will and bequeath to Gloria White, my ability to go with the New Richmond and Waveland boys. I, William Gordon Reed, do hereby will and bequeath to Pat Kell, my position as yell leader for next year. I, Betty Figg, do hereby will and bequeath to Marjorie Bales, my height and my ability to go with short boys. I, Bob Brewer, do hereby will and bequeath to Marjorie Pearson, my ability to cut up in class without getting caught. I, Joan Hunsicker, do hereby will and bequeath to Ed Brewer, my ability to laugh a most gentle and tinkling laugh. I, Dick Schaeffer, do hereby will and bequeath to Robert Harpel, my ability to get in Mrs. Flanigan's hair. I, Mary White, do hereby will and bequeath to Billy Crabtree, my continuous flow of words. I, Martha Bradison, do hereby will and bequeath to Marjorie Bales my ability to ride home. We, William Gordon Reed, James Davis, and Richard Schaeffer, do hereby will and bequeath to Margaret Fifer, a private parking lot around little Egypt and a Cadillac so they can out run us. I, Joan Hunsicker, do hereby will and bequeath to June Royer, my ability to catch on to Jokes immediately after they are told. I, Junior Denham, do hereby will and bequeath to Robert Harpel, my bowlegs and crew hair cut. I, Bob Brewer, do hereby will and bequeath to Robert Harpel, my ability to make a desk Jump when there is a disagreement in class. I, Jim Davis, do hereby will and bequeath to Marjorie Bales and Marjorie Pearson, my ability to cut up in band class without getting caught and a large supply of chewing gum and twenty-five cent Hershey Bars. We, the Senior Class of 1950, do hereby will and bequeath to Mr. Ratliff, another straight A and well behaved government class like the one this year. We, the Senior Class of 1950, do hereby will and bequeath to Mr. Lyon, more seniors to go in his freshmen class and a larger room for his equipment. 26

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Prophecy of the Class of '50 On July 12, 1960, the class of '51 arrived in the great metrop- olis of Linden for their annual reunion. This was the first year since graduation from dear old Linden High, for it to be held in Linden. Upon arriving, we all checked in at the 29 Palms Summer Resort, owned and operated by Mr. and Mrs. Karl Moser. After having graduated from Purdue University, the Mosers had tested the soil around the old Hunsicker gravelpit and found it unsuitable for farming. Determined to make money off the land, they built their Summer Resort there. Mr. and Mrs. Moser, the former Joan Hunsicker, greeted us at the desk and turned the keys to our rooms over to us. Noticing our heavy luggage, Joan summoned the bellhop. As he picked up our luggage, we saw his face clearly. To our surprise, we found him to be none other than Arvil Denham, Jr. While escorting us to our rooms, we engaged in conversation with him. We found that after graduating, he and the former Mary White had decided to make everything definite and took the fatal step. We also learned that she was engaged at the resort at night too. Seems she couldn’t work all day because she had to take care of their ever-growing twins. June and Gloria unpacked our bags and decided our evening dresses needed a good pressing before the Reunion Banquet that night. We put through a call to the desk requesting that they send a wardrobe lady up right away. Living up to the Hotel’s slogan of Prompt Service , the wardrobe woman was there within a few minutes. Entering our room, she gave a cheery greeting and we recognized her as Ibbie Ritter. Collecting our dresses, she told us that she was still looking for the man of her dreams. Promising to have our clothes back in plenty of time she left us. The sun kept getting hotter and hotter every minute so Ed sug- gested we go take a dip in the cl 1 waters of the reconverted gravel- pit, now a luxurious swimming pool. After donning our swim suits, we made our way down to the pool. Walking by the pool, Gloria gave Margaret a friendly slap on the shoulder and she went splashing into the water. Gloria noticed what she caused and commenced screaming. The tall, blonde life-guard finally came to her rescue. After all the excitement had died down, Robert Harpel called to our atten- tion that the life-guard was none other than Dick Schaeffer. The next two hours were spent sitting beside the pool chatting with Dick and comparing notes on what had taken place in the last ten years. About three o'clock we decided to go to our rooms and rest before the banquet. We decided to call some former friends. Finding the telephone out of commission we sent Billy for the bellhop to locate the telephone repairman. Upon arriving Billy had brought back with him none other than Mrs. Charles Goode, the former Betty Figg. After conversing with her, there was a knock on the door. Pat answered the door, returning with two sets of triplets and one set of 28