Madison High School - Madisonian Yearbook (Madison Heights, MI)

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The individuals of the class of 1943 do hereby bequeath their virtues and vices to lower classmen unfortunate enough to in- herit them, to wit: 1, Stella Stolaruck, d6 beqeuath my abili- ty to stay true to One man to Doris Day, who, apparently needs it. I, June Johnson, leave my brush hair cut to e?e. Gee doesnlt anyone want it? I, Dolores Oppeneer, tender my sense of humor to Miss Mack, who definitely doesnt need it, and wouldnlt want if she did. I, Virginia Friend, hereby will my grace- ful walk to Shep Fields, who needs a little more rippling rhythm in his orchestra. I, Blame Bugas, lend my come hither eyes to Clara Albiston, who could make good use of them. I, May Eadens, do bequeath my shyness to Harold Walker-need we say more? I, Ellen Swee, do bequeath my blushing complexion to George Reid who, With a red- der face and that Southern accent could go places. 1, Dorothy Wood, bequeath my secret of skipping school with- out getting caught to Steve Stolaruk, who doesnlt seem to be very successful. I, Frank Carline, leave my ability to tell Good jokes to Daisy Illich, Who could use it. I Betty Beach, do hereby Will my shell- like character to Bill E0. a I, Ruth Barber, will my ability to stay true to ONE man, even after receiving my engagement ring, to all the girls of Madison who apparently cant. I, Jewell Browning, give my brain to Donald Brownie, who doesn't use his. I, J ean Palmer, do hereby will my foun- tain pen to Barbara Rockwell. I, Vivian Barber, do hereby will my magnificent knack of g to every- one who doesn,t possess it. ' I, Shirley Coles, will all of my books to any waste paper basket. 1, Joan La Mountain, bequeath my lus- cious widowts peak to Mr. Messer - I wont need it anymore. I, J. W. Embry, hereby bequeath mah personalityll walk to all the mean lill 0P gremlins so people can see lem cominl. class Will 1, Walter Leaf, do bequeath my shy se- ductiveness and silver tresses to Isabel Adams for reasons obviOus. I, John Williams, bequeath my tslight- of-handl technique in basketball to Jerome Kubiak - during that tawkwardt stage. I, Jack Bauknecht, bequeath my phy- sique to Charles Atlas to use for his tbe- fore and tafterl advertisements. I, Burton Smith, bequeath my blushes to Miss Annabelle Grant to show people she isnlt always calm, cool, and collected. I, Rowland Neale, bequeath my wolf call to all the unexperienced blades here at Madison - look what a man of the world it made out of me. I, Edgar Spikeberg, will my flashing dimples to Martha Miller, Who needs a little light in her life! I, William Galer, bequeath my bulging wallet to Walter King a it might help in the transformation of that pinch-penny! I, George Antoff, bequeath my zoot- suit haircut to Pete Gilezon because ttMore hair becomes you . I, Evelyn Barber, bequeath my hynotiz- ing ttlenst, to my bro- ther a Ronny a such magical instruments must be kept in the family. i I, Marjorie Brick- er, do bequeath my triple threat-gobs of gab to any school kid that likes to bewilder the teacher too. I, Bob Jesswein, bequeath my breeze and brass to Carl Brown so the child can elaborate further on his fast growing career of same. I, Richard Schneider, bequeath my slug- gish speech specalty to Stepin Fetchit - that boys too fast! I, Boyd Murr, bequeath my uniquely tthumble manner to James Noble Clark, who should ttrelaxll more! I, Ernie Perushak, bequeath my sharp wardrobe to posterity - to keep alive the glory of 01' '43'! I, Ernie Kubiak, bequeath my uAbe Lin- coln logicd in class to J ohn Day-who might: profit from my suggestion. , I, Beryl Everts, bequeath my titian locks: to one Scarlet 'OlHara so she can live up to her name. V I, Helen Adams, bequeath my liquid brown eyes to Fred Allen so he can match Jack Bennyls big blue ones! tConcluded on second page followingt

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Senior High School! In the fall of 1939, with heads held high, we stood upon the threshold of a new and exciting experience, and though many times our heads were bow- ed by the words and looks of our superiors tnamely, the seniorst, our spirits were never squelched. As very fresh ttfreshiestt, we surprised the upper-classmen by proving to them that even a freshman class could possess outstanding talent. Ernie Perushak brought much honor and dignity to our class by defeating every- one at Madison in the declamation contest, and capturing second place in the district meet. A trip to Eastwood with Mr. Stocker, who was our adviser at that time, was a hap- py occasion. Many matinee dances and as- sembly programs filled our spare time, and incidentally our treas- ury. As we p a s s e d from our freshman to our sophomore year we acquired a more dignified attitude toward our high school life. We immediately began to plan for our many sophomore activities. We look back upon our Sophomore Shuffle fondly, and perhaps a little boastfully, admitting that it was the best ever held. Our class, as a group, spent many happy hours at the roll- er rinks. Believe it or not we even enjoyed our falls. As we began our junior year, we found ourselves a class full of wolves and jitter- bugs. As for activities, we gave the tradi- tional J-Hop which was a great success. Our adviser, Miss Annabelle Grant, deserves much credit for her idea for decorating the gym. Red and white streamers adorned the ceiling and side walls; the mellow strains of class history Stan N ancarrow,s niusic drifted through the air. A11 in all, a glorious time was had by everyone. Not to be forgotten was the Jun- ior-Senior Picnic when we escorted the sen- ior class of Q12, to Eastwood. There was fun 1n the swimming pool and on the roller- coaster. Even the rain couldntt dampen our spirits. On a bleak September day we entered our senior year. We entered with the feeling of responsibility that befalls all senior stu- dents. On what seemed the coldest day of the year, December 3, we ventured out into the storm to undertake the task of selling Good- fellow papers. Our class sold more papers than any other class in the history of Madi- son, with the girls taking the lead and still awaiting the party to be given them by the boys. Senior Free Day,- January 13, is truly a day to be remember: ed-by the seniors tand the juniorsl We spent the day in the gym, dancing and eating. Going from room to room giving gum and candy to our poetry- loving teachers was great sport. We watched them get red in the face blowing up bal- loons that were generously distributed by us seniors. Again our class was honored by one of our most distinguished seniors, Robert J ess- wein, who won the school, district, and re- gional championship in the oration contest. Our class suffered a great loss when our friend and classmate Leslie Sanford was killed in an automobile accident on Novem- ber 1, 1942. Leslie was one of our most bril- liant students and we are very sad at having lost him. We are the second senior class who upon being graduated from Madison will enter a war torn world. The majority of the boys Will enter some branch of the armed forces, and the girls will do their part on the home front. Every day it becomes more inevitable that we shall leave this school with our voices raised in the crraf Jictory.. - Virginia Friend

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I am about to set out from Royal Oak on a tour through the Eastern States. The train is 45 minutes overdue. While I am pa- tiently waiting, I can hear the cry of the pop- corn man coming down the street. As he draws closer, I can see that it is Bob Jess- wein now running his own business. The train has just pulled in and I see the reason for its being late: Dick Schneider is the en- gineer. At last I am seated and ready to be- gin that famous mystery novel ttWomenI by Boyd Murr, WhO professes to have been an authority on the subject. Witness his ten wives if you doubt his knowledge. As I am about to begin reading, a loud yell for help arouses me to such an extent that my shoes remain on the floor while my feet are far above. Because of my bad hearing, I acci- dentally run to the end of the car from where the sound came. There is real cause for the yell; the conductors are trying to throw two poor fellows off the back of the train for not paying their fare. Getting clos- er, I find they are two of my old classmates Bill Galer and Ernest Kubiak; feeling sym- pathetic and big hearted toward old friends, I dig down in my jeens after securing an I. O. U. from each of them and bring forth the fare for both. The 1 conductor returns me a penny and tells me C ass the fare is two for seven instead of four cents each. All of a sudden there is a sharp jolt and the train comes to a halt. No wonder. It has just struck somebody,s cow. The cow isnlt hurt, but the train sure is a mess. The engineer and the farmer are slinging some mean language. Its all in the farmeris favor, he has a gang of about fifty with him. He quits arguing With the engineer and starts staring at me. He start toward me. At last I recognize him: its J. W. Embry. Ilm breathless not from seeing him, but from being on the bottom in the fracas. I find out at last that it is not his gang but his family. J . W. insists that I meet his wife and sends one of the gang, tpardon me, childreni, to fetch her. It seems suddenly to have changed from day to night. I look in the direction of where the sun had been. In its place all I can see is a huge form com- ing in my direction. Before I can dig myself a hole in which to hide I hear everyone yell- ing, ttMawW This is Mrs. Embry, formerly the Madison Spitfire of 913', June Johnson, They have the only farm in the district without a labor shoxftage. The train is finally . put'into running Condition by the town me- prophecy chanic, Burton Smith, who also holds such titles as policeman, judge, jailer and justice of the peace. Burt claims he is the only man who can marry people, arrest them, sentence them, jail them, and divorce them. On board the train again I am approached by a bill peddler whois advertising a great burlesque show in Williamsburg, the next town, named after its great politician and mayor, J ohnny Wiliams. The bill peddler is now down on his knee begging me to purchase a ticket. With difficulty I keep him from licking my hand. For a minute, I thought he was hun- gry, but when I wipe away the waste mas- cara left by tears of gratitude, I recognize that once great heartbreaker of i432 Walt Leaf, who is now married to that little bru- nette on the left end of the chorus; back in good old Madison, she was Shirley Gribble. They have five daughters and no sons. These girls are planning to enter the show busi- ness under the name of Cantor. Walt also informs me the show is given wholly by members of our graduating class. We are now pulling into Williamsburg. I do mean pulling. Something went wrong with the train, so Schneider tthat brilliant engineeri tied ropes to the train and made all the passengers get out and pull. After ex- erting myself to an unmentionable degree by coaching everyone - to greater effort, I staggered over to a classy looking tavern called the Barber Bar and Barrel House, now managed by those two delicate Barber sis- ters, Ruth and Vivian. When I am about to enter, something comes flying out the door and takes me off my feet. Its the head of the anti-saloon league, J ean Palmer. I find that this is only the fourth time she has been thrown out by those two hostesses and boun- cers Ruth and Vivian. Jean has succeded in closing every tavern in town but this one and says she wont give up now. I try to calm her by telling her that I will do what I can to help. With this done, I am feeling pretty good so I approach the front entrance, swing open the door, and crawl in. I did a super job of sneaking up to the bar which is now occupied by the toughest brutes I have ever seen. Then a large hand reaches down to the floor and grabs me by the collaf. Itls Vivian; I breathe a sigh of relief when she recognizes me. At first she thought it was Jean again. When I tried to put in a good Word for the anti-saloon league, she starts to throw me out. Remembering that I was an old classmate, she changes her mind; but when I order a milkshake she tosses me