Marceline High School - Marcello Yearbook (Marceline, MO)

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I, Ruby Green, do hereby will and bequeath my naturally blonde hair and my reducing manual that ISN'T magic to Betty McClusky. Take good care of it Betty, and you can't lose Close weight, that isll I, Carol Shroyer. do hereby leave my habit of keeping late hours and still getting to school the next day to Gloria Sportsman. I, Ronnie Wiggins, do hereby leave to the future girls of M. H. S., a life-size portrait of me to be hung in the trophy case, so they can all see what they missed. I, Richard Eitel, do hereby will my Model A to any boy who can squeeze eight kids in a three passenger car and still find the gear shift. I, Hazel Zurcher, do hereby will and bequeath my easy going manner and ability to compile a yearbook without a visit to St. Ioseph Sanitarium to Nancy Walsworth. , I, Sharon Boudreaux, do hereby will my interest for a certain party belonging to the Alumni to Mar- jory Burch. I, Bonnie Blew, will my perfect attendance of school and appreciation for GOOD jokes to Norma Moodie. I, Ioe Sportsman, will my ability to get a ride to Brookfield nightly to lack White. I, Charles Lake, will my industrious and compre- hensive ways with books to Bob Royar. I, Calvin McCauslin, will my wholesome interest in agriculture and love for the soil to Howard Wil- liamson. I, Billie Cupp, will my shrewd driving abilities to Charles Ablen. I, Byron Boudreaux, leave my deep blue eyes and baby dimples to G. B. Putman. I, Roger Boone, will my seat next to the door, on the bus, to Howard Shives. I, Margaret Hunter, will my athletic ability and gift of gab to Donna Fowble. I, Glen Porter, leave my quiet, studious ways to Bill Stauffer. I, Mitchell McGown, will my entwining arms and love for underclassmen girls to Ronald Hosford. I, Dean Wilson, will my broad shoulders and dynamic muscles to Roland Lohmar. I. Paddy King, do hereby leave my little black book of male names and addresses, a box of pink, scented stationery, and a book of stamps to Patsy Henry. I, Mac Lower, leave my love for hillbilly music and five free lessons on how to do the Brookfield Stomp to Eddie Sam Myers. I, Bob Axcell, leave my unique laboratory tech- nique in chemistry to Margaret Burgener. The foregoing document was signed, sealed, pub- lished, and declared by the Senior Class of 1950 of Marceline High School on this eighteenth day of May in the year of our Lord one thousand and nine hundred and fifty, as and for our Last Will and Testament. ' f 1 I ti Senior Class, 1951 y' 23

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We, the Senior Class, will our places in the audi- torium, our dignity, our progressive attitude, our patience with the teachers, our experience, poise, knowledge, an instruction booklet entitled, How to Command the Respect of the Underclassmenu. and a gum machine, which we hope will provide ample dividends, so they can take a senior trip to our buddies, the jtmiors. To ourselves, we the Senior Class, cheerfully will 205 railroad handkerchiefs in assorted colors to be used graduation night. I, Ierry Fox, will my Rocket 88, 3-door converti- ble, Ford automobile to Robert Couch. Don't drive too fast Robert I never exceed 105 m.p.h. I, Bonnie Bell, will my lazy way to Kitty Vaughn Peden. I, Helen Lewis, will my love of athletics and athletes to Betty Gooch. I, Io Ann Stanley, will my ability to write sweet letters to our men in service to Barbara Guthrie. I, lack Staples, will my beautiful friendship with Paddy King to anyone lucky enough to deserve it. I, Bob Magee, will my ability to take seven solids my senior year to anyone who wants it. I, Ruth Yocom, will my ability to hold my temper in Phys. Ed. to Sondra Walsworth. I, Reta Asher, will my ability of acquiring an en- gagement ring, square dancing every night, and still having my lessons for all of our senior classes the next day, to any junior girl who doesn't really need much sleep anyway. I, Donna West, will my giggle to my little sister. Caryl. 22 I, Geneva Wright, will my height to Don Wals- worth, so he'll know how the other half feels. 1, Vernon Bowman, will my skill on the dance floor and bashful ways to Iimmy Beckwith. I, Lucille Hepworth, will my romantic and some- times embarrassing situations to Patty Lewis. I, Lelia Quinn, will my ability to make E's in American Problems to my sister, Kathryn, who will probably need it! I. Don Still, will my carload of feminine admirers and ability to square dance to George Selby. I, Lois Twitchel, will loud boisterous ways to Wil- lard White. I, Dorothy Cordray, will a copy of Always True to You Darlin', my theme song, to Olive Fisher. I I, Robert St. Iohn Gregory Smith, being of sound mind and good health, do hereby bequeath my partnership in bookkeeping with the honorable Wil- liam F. Hayden to Pickles Heins: don't go bankrupt, Pickles. I, Gerald Stanley, will my Saturday night three- mile jaunt and hair-raising escapades with women to Ioey Gosmyer. I, Kay Smith, will and bequeath my Colgate Smile and outstanding ears to Bill King. I, Gene Ross, will my fleet of GETTER-FLOAT plastic warships to Allen Medlin. I, Bonnie Staatsfdolhereby leave to Ava Stanley my theory that Men are like dogs-they're always barking about something. Take heed. Ava. You'll find it's true. l Hi., Y,

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Snior Cfaaa fgvfaltecy Time: Evening. Place: Luxurious mansion of Paddy King, well- known columnist. Good evening ladies and gentlemen, this is Paddy King bringing you the 25th Annual Golden School Day Review in conjunction with my regular broadcast. But first a word from our sponsor, Miss Ruth Yocom. Has anyone ever placed you in an egg cup and tapped your head gently with a spoon: do birds ever perch upon your head and wait: or do small children ever look at you in amazement and exclaim, 'Look Momrnie, no hairl' In short, are you bald? If so, try our wigs. They are guaranteed not to slip, slide, or scoot. Try one today. Buy the large economy size, something the whole family can enjoy. I thank you. And now, back to our little gossip, Paddy King. Ladies and gentlemen, I shall dedicate this pro- gram to my former classmates where ever they may be. Bobby Smith is now a private lst class. He got his promotion after 3 months, 2 weeks, and 13 years in the army. His promotion was the result of peel- ing more potatoes in two hours than anyone else in his regiment. Although Bob was injured perform- ing this remarkable deed, he cut his finger: he was glad to receive his promotion. Ioe Sportsman recently won fame by inventing a new alarm clock, Up and Atom . When the alarm goes off, four tiny midgets play Oh How I Hate to Get Up In the Morning , and a sprinkle: system automatically goes on so the victims, pardon, the consumer will think that it is raining. Carol Lower was one of the best dancers in the theatre world today until he had his accident. While wiggling down the street one day, he slipped and fell on a banana peel. His big toe was broken, thus preventing him from dancing ballet. Now he is writ- 24 ing Lower's Low-Down Blues . Recently he pre- sented to the public the Marceline Mamba . All you do is stand and move your toe from right to left. Gene Ross now owns a 150 Ma-acre hamster ranch. Although he started with only two, he fed them Duz and now he has more hamsters than he can count. I guess Duz does everything. Donna West, who runs a day nursery for children, had an embarrassing experience the other day. Marching into the credit department of a big store, she announced, The water pistol you sold me is no good, and I want my money back, SEE-, she pointed the gun at the manager, pulled the trig- ger, and hit him square in the eye with a stream of purple ink. Now isn't that funny, she mused. I'm just sure it didn't work yesterday! Bob Magee was fired from his commercial radio job recently when he made a drastic blunder, And now a word from our sponsor who has made this program impossible . He now has a very unusual occupation, extracting gold from goldfish. By the way, for all those who are interested in correspond- ing with him, his address is Fort Knox. Those two side kicks, Margaret Hunter and Mary Lois Twitchel have gotten a job together. It seems they paint north on all sardine cans going north, and south on all sardine cans going south. This is done to prevent the sardines from tickling each other's noses with their tails. Byron Boudreaux has now become an admiral in the Navy despite his poor beginning: he has had a hard time living down the fact, that during his first week at Annapolis, he saw one of his unfor- tunate shipmates sink under the water for the third time: whereupon our valiant hero jumped into the water to save him and had to be rescued himself. He had learned to swim in the Great Salt Lake.