Mahomet Seymour High School - Retro Yearbook (Mahomet, IL)

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I, Phil Teare, will and bequeath my bow legs to Charles Miller. I, Dan Davis, will and bequeath my ability to play basketball to Richard Rayburn, height helps, Dick. I, Cecil Dunlap, will and bequeath my winning ways with the feminine members of the faculty to Jim Brownfield. I, Bob Vandiver, will and bequeath my large vocabulary to Sonny Manuel, isn't it a shame to push this off on you? I, Ellen Czubak, will and bequeath my best boy friend to some cute Junior girl. I, Regina Roberts, will and bequeath my contagious laugh to Barbara Loy, why so glum, Barb? I, Dorothy Keller, will and bequeath my ability to go steady to Neoma Carper. I, Sue Irle, will and bequeath my pet peeve - my brother, Buddie to Margie Herriott. He's a tease, Margie. I, Elaine Gaither, will and bequeath my pleasant disposition to Kay Pfeister, a smile goes a long way, Kay. I, Joyce Blanchard, will and bequeath my steonographic ability to Benny Epperson. lt's not so hard when you get on to it. I, Lola Burnett, will and bequeath my outstanding ability of participating in sports to Kenneth Keller. Helps keep the waistline down, Kenny. I, Wanda Specht, will and bequeath my happy-go-lucky ways to Marietta Brothers. I, June Pence, will and bequeath my singing voice to Willetta Wyatt. l, Betty Shelton, will and bequeath my executive ability to Dick Bowman. I, Joan Jones, will and bequeath by ability to get along with Mr. McElroy and to get out of classes to Harley Henry. LASTLY, we hereby nominate G. D. Tate, the Social Science Instructor of Mahomet High School to be our executor without bond, of this will and testament. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, we have subscribed and affixed our seals this fourth day of May, the year of our Lord, One Thousand Nine Hundred Fifty. THE SENIOR CLASS UCSEALJ i

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.Lai 'IM an lafammf We, the Senior Class of the City of Mahomet, County of Champaign, State of Illinois, being of sound and disposing mind and memory, do hereby make, publish, and declare this our last Will and Testament. FIRST: To the Junior Class ot Mahomet High School we will our ability to raise funds for a Senior trip. SECOND: To the Sophomore Class of Mahomet High School we will our sense of school loyalty. THIRD: To the Freshman Class of Mahomet High School we will our ambitious attitudes toward all of our lessons. FOURTH: To the faculty of Mahomet High School we will our ability to keep the study hall quiet from 8:30 to 8:45 in the mornings and during the noon hour. FIFTH: To the Board of Education of Mahomet High School we will our sincere thanks for the many opportunitiese they have given us. SIXTH: To the Janitor of Mahomet High School we will our apprecia- tion of of all the many tasks he has performed so willingly to make our school better. SEVENTH: We as individuals do hereby will and bequeath as follows: I, Bob Barrett, will and bequeath my title El Monko to Bill Maley, and my size I2 football shoes to Dary Jones. I, Don Branson, will and bequeath the heal clips on my shoes to Paul Mohr, make a little more noise, Paul, and they will notice you. I, Louie Brunett, will and bequeath my ability to have my English les- son every day to Ann Smith, don't work so hard, Ann! I, Paul Mathis, will and bequeath my thick wavy hair to Jerry Brown- field, why cut it, Jerry, the girls love it. l, Bill Bowman, will and bequeath my ability to go with more than one girl to Jack Burnett, keep them all guessing, Jack. l, Richard Maley, will and bequeath my iob as manager of the athletic team to Harold Ponder. lt's good exercise, Hot Shot! l, Bob Dale, will and bequeath my slow easy disposition to Lee Ann Gaither, take it easy, Lee Ann, you'll live longer. I, Charles Moore, will and bequeath my Ford car to anyone who wants it, after such hard wear and tear it is about worn out. I, Roy pierce, will and bequeath my ability to become a great national 4-H leader to Wanda Scales. l, Bill Crouch, will and bequeath my F.B.l. ability to Dave Patton. Try being a sleuth, Dave, it's interesting. I, Imogene Keller, will and bequeath my quiet womanly ways to Carol Carson.

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HOP QC? I, Senator Bob Vandiver, leisurely strolled out into the beautiful garden of my Washington home one hot sultry September afternoon. I had been elected by the majority to represent the Mahomet-Seymour district in the Senate. This had been a trying day for me and as I relaxed on my terrace my thoughts drifted into slumber land. Suddenly in my subconscious mind I pictured myself in a huge jet propelled cruiser leaving Washington. I was tapped very gently on my shoulder and reminded to fasten my safety belt by the stewardess who was Ellen Czubak. Ellen told me she had been an air hostess for the last five years. As we traveled along at 600 miles an hour, Ellen came to my seat and told me I was wanted by the Captain. Imagine my surprise when I saw Bill Crouch in the piIot's seat. Bill asked me to sit down in the seat beside him because he knew I would be interested in seeing some of the sights. We were now flying over the state of Indiana and Bill pointed out a beautiful dairy farm nestled in the hills. That's where Betty and Cecil Dunlap live, said Bill. You know Cecil always did like to milk cows and Cecil had said Betty was a very good housekeeper and their three children were just as smart as she was. The next farm that Bill called to my atten- tion was the Tear-Keller Angus farm. Bill informed me that their herd was the best in the United States. Dorothy and Phil have two sets of twin boys. I noticed we were losing altitude and before I knew it we had landed at Mahomet Air Field. Bill said this was one of his regular stops, because the airport was owned by Don Branson. As I got out of the airplane, I met Dan Davis, the chief mechanic. Dan said that the airplane business had been a huge success and that in I5 years they had had only one accident and that was when Bob Dale, a retired war admiral, crashed into the watch tower and was confined in the hospital with a broken back. Upon deciding to go to my old Alma Mater, I hailed a cab and to my great surprise I met another school chum, Joyce Blanchard, the cabby. She told me that Regina Roberts was happily married to Larry Gnagey and she was proprietor of a beauty salon here in Mahomet. With a screech of brakes we stopped in front of the Mahomet High School. I bade Joyce good-bye and proceeded on my way up the steps. I was met by Lola Burnett, the receptionist. We talked a few minutes and then I was ushered into the principal's office.