Kasson Mantorville High School - Komet Yearbook (Kasson, MN)

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the senior class of 1953. In twenty-si individual and distinct parts, being of Illegal age and sound mind and body after four strenuous years of cramming and thinking up some form of mischief, do hereby make, publish and declare this our last will and testament; hereby revoking and making void all previous wills or promises by us at any time by a mere slip of the tongue. We gladly give up our position as honorable seniors and leave to the Juniors our daily conferences with the faculty because of the epidemic, ■skipltus . To our teachers we bequeath nothing but gray hair and furrows in their foreheads. To the school we dedicate Booslne , our booby-prize winner of the 1952 Homecoming, for future use in the drivers instruction class. I, Bonnie Anderson, bequeath my ability to sing to Barbara Brewer. I, Lloyd Jensen, leave my way with the women to Milton Bartel. I, Tom Larson, pass on some of my surplus structure to Hose Ann Seim. I, Florence Keller, leave ray trips to Owatoma to Kenny Phelps. I, Joanne Sheppard, give my band pants to Mary Ann Sapp so she can add width to her own. I, Glenda Ellingson, will a few inches of my long locks to Sharon Wacholtz. 1, Jane Anderson, hand down to Torvie Moen my ability in band to count measures in Norwegian. I, Marcia Bartel, leave my pleasant voice to Leonard Griffith. I, Tom Beaver, will my drum heads to Dennis Wilson in case he needs them. I, Arvid Boyum, will my blushing ears to Carol Sanvik. I, Delores Dahle, leave my freckles to Donna Erickson. I, Connie Fox, hand down my ability to say the right thing at the wrong time to Ingvald Knutson. I, Eleanore Funk, will my power to lure males to Janice Sorenson. I, Rose Hanf, transmit to Jean Larson my ambition to have more than one boyfriend. I, Eileen Hanson, will my ability to keep my mouth shut because of circumstances beyond my control to Patty Affeldt. I, Alfred Hodge, give my talent to John Braeten for staying in school. I, Phyllis Kent, leave to Margaret Klossner, my great variety of boyfriends. I, Russell Lienau, will ray masculine build to Sterling Larson. I, Tom Larson, leave my large desk to Willis Evjen. 1, Leslie Thronson, give my ability to lure women to Eldon Moe. I, A1 Hodge, will my brother Jim, to whoever wants him. I, Janet Saettre, will my pleasing personality to Betty TePoel. I, Eileen Hanson, bequeath to my sister Marion, the excitement and glory of being a senior. I, Joanne Sheppard, will to Joyce Thronson my ability to stay in school in spite of a male influence. I, Lloyd Jensen, leave to Russell Chapin my sturdy car so he won't have to ride his motorcycle in the cold. I, Shirley Saxton, will my blach-rimmed eyes, caused by late hours, to my namesake, Shirley Minert. I, Dolores Vail, give my rhythm in marching band to Loren Tuhrman so in future pic- tures he will be in step. I, Leslie Thronson, leave my saw-tooth reeds to Joyce Erickson. I, Doris Lyke, bequeath part of the Hayfleld boys to Beth MeCready. I, Harold Hess, pass to Knute Bungum a rabbit's foot to guard him from breaking any bones during football next year. I, Shirley Saxton, will my ability to take corners on two wheels to Roland Neutzman. I, Jane Anderson, leave mu cheerleading lung power to Audrey Exe. In a pinch it will do as a moose call. I, Connie Fox, will my love for the Jolly Lumberjack Band to Mary Alice Lawrence so she may learn to love good music. I, Delores Dahle, will my Norwegian vocabulary to Joyce Snow. I. Florence Keller, leave my ability to go steady to Julalne Trygstad, I, Phyllis Kent, leave to Velma Brannan my interests in other surrounding towns. I, Harold Ness, bequeath my good marks in Social to Jerome Trygstad in case the subject is tough for him. I, Shirley O'Brien, leave my ability to do such a neat Job in rolling a car to Terry Burnes. I, Russell Lienau, will my ambition to Join the navy to George Boyua. I, Bonnie Anderson, will my small feet to Merlin Lawrence so that he can have a spare. I, Arvid Boyua, bequeath my quiet way to Elaine Evjen. I, Tom Beaver, leave ay ability to pantomiae to Carol Dennis. I, Margaret Bartel, transmit my boldness to Donna Jensen. In witness whereof we have hereunto subscribed our names and fixed our seed this twenty- eighth day of May in the year of Our Lord one-thousand one-hundred and fifty three. 12

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SZHIOR CLASS PROPHECY Although we were very happy at our home on the moon, we were very forcibly persuaded to take a trip to the earth, by the rocket ace, Lloyd Jensen.After arranging our solar affair we embarked on our Journey The charming stewardess, who turned out to be Margaret Bartel,gave us some gun to keep the pressure out of our ears. The Less-Press Gum invented by her was marvelous When we landed at the Kasson Jetport,we saw a poster advertising a wrestling match, star- ring a well known local man, Russ Lienau We couldn't miss the show after we found that out In the middle of it we heard some damsel yell, Come on, Russ A glance at the woman in the luscious furs told us it was Florence Keller We were quite hungry after the match; so we stopped at a small cafe across the street from the auditorium The proprietress of Rosie's Snack Shop turned out to be Rose Hanf While we ate our lunch we watched a show on TV When we tuned in the newscaster was saying At this minute a brave woman foreign diplomat is at the Kremlin telling Stalin what we Americans stand for; this woman's name is Janet Saettre. Other news was about a hunter in deepest Mars, Harold Ness. Then a football game came on.with A1 Hodge, All-American playing quarterback for the Greenbay Packers As we went souvenir shopping, we couldn't resist buying some of the unique Norwegian embroidery done by Kileen Hanson When we came out of the shop, we took a cab down to the newspaper office. As we were driving down the street we noticed a truck with this sign on it; Tiny Tots Laundry Joanne Sheppard Proprietress When we finally arrived at the paper office we immediately asked to see the editor Were we surprised when Dolores Vail stepped forward and introduced herself as the editor in chief of the Kasson Daily Prom Dolores we found out that another friend of ours Phyliss Kent was in Alaska filling out income tax forms for the Eskimos After leaving Kasson we started on a tour of the country We stopped in Chicago long enou£i to see the magnificent Hummingbird Nightclub, owned by Doris Lyke Doris ejqplained that next week they would feature the famous tenor of stage, screen and video, Thomas Ia.rson Next, we went to Hew York In reading an issue of the figw Toxic Tia.es we found an interest- ing column by Marcia Bartel, syndicated columnist for that same paper We read an interesting item in her column about Arvid Boyum, winner of the 1963 plow matches In the pictures section of the paper we saw a photo of Lee and Louie —why, it was Lee Thronson, a ventriloquist We also read about Shirley Saxton, a woman lawyer in Philadelphia She had a difficult case Someone had stolen Connie Pox's prise poodle. Hitting the high spots of New York included see- ing a style show where enchanting Jane Anderson modeled the exquisite Delores Originals de- signed by Delores Dahle for Vogue Patterns Attending a concert by the New York Philharmonic, we heard the now famous Baritone Concerto composed by Eleanore Punk During the course of the concert we heard a thrilling clarinet cadenza by Bonnie Anderson We also saw a novelty show where Thomas Beaver, The Master Comedian had the audience of five thousand rolling in the aisles over his antics As we walked down Wall Street,whom should we see but Glenda Ellingscn She told us that she was now an important banker at a large bank there Satisfied that we had had a fine vacation on the earth, we headed for the Jetport. There waiting for a jet to come in was Shirley O'Brien We talked with her awhile and learned that she was a private secretary to Mr Adams of the Atom Research Agency With pleasant memories of the success of the class of '53 in mind we sped toward our crater hone 11

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School days, school days Sood old goldenl Headin' 'n' 'ritin' I HHI stick I was youn You were You wrote on my slate 'I love you so' When we were a couple of kids.