Maroa Forsyth High School - Trojanaire / Maronois Yearbook (Maroa, IL)

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rn UAL Seen eee eee I, James Parker Stoutenborough--leave my business ability to Clarence Young. I, Harold Wilkey--bequeath my cleverness to Lawe rence Garren so he won!t be bashful. I, James Streight--leave my quietness to Joe Sa ville. I, Herman Alva Gardener--bequeath my blondness to Elmer James, I, Mary Coe--leave my friendliness to Ilene Brown, I, Grace Gilman Bratcher --bequeath my ability to come, to school regularly to Doris Gordy. Having made’ our final bequeaths, we the Senior class, hereby step aside to make room for others. We here unto set our seal, this twenty seventh day of May in the year of our lord one Thousand nine hundred and forty one. Signed, sealed, delivered, and published as our last will and testament. CLASS OF 1941 (SEAL) WITNESSES: Verna Clary Maxine Rose Fay Hoffman Rosalie Leach = aA

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: Annual a I; Roy Eugene Foulke--bequeath my ability to start an argument with Miss Sutton to Richard Tuggle. I, Evelyn Lorene Friis--bequeath my giggle to Betty Davis maybe then she will be remembered for it as Evelyn will be remembered for hers. I, Ella Reuberta Grady--bequeath my seriousness to Netha Perry. I, Alveta Ruth Harris---bequeath my walk to Robert Reed. I, Donald Lyle Hartsock---bequeath my good looks to John Zelhart so that he may attract all of the girls attention. I, Robert Nickolas Hoffman---bequeath my ability to get a girl friend in Clinton to Bill Prather. I, Fay Opal Hoffman--bequeath my record of not be- ing absent or tardy in all my four years of high school to Betty Lou Clary. I, Rosalie Emma Leach---bequeath my tallness to Ferrol Seward. I, Mavis Nadine McKinney--bequeath my man hating ability to Tirrell Stoutenborough. I, Anna Evelyn Mashburn--leave my slender hands to Iona Wilkey. I, Bruce Edwin Mashburn--leave my ability as a president to the next Senior President. I, Nina Maxine Miller--bequeath my bow legs to Betty Egan. I, Leland Keith Montfomery--bequeath my bashful- ness to Donald Crutcher. I, Maxine Alma Rose--give my silliness to Lauralee Fornwalt. I, Willard Shoemaker---leave my seriousness to Billy Jo Vaughn,

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-Annual = crm esricnentennnnarmea ni patton dime = et ws 1941 Class Prophecy dune 5, 1945 What an unusual experience I had yesterday. As I was going to lunch I met Mr, Swan, our home room advisor at M.C.H.S. We were so pleased to see one another that we decided a celebration was in order, beginning with lunch together in a large restaurant on Michigan Avenue. As we ate we talk- ed over old times and all the old gang. Mr. Swan told me that Herman Gardner was an interne in the same Chicago hospital where he was a resident phy- Sician, and that Ruth Harris was a student nurse there. The tales he told me about those two kept us amused for the remainder of the meal. When we left the restaurant Mr. Swan bought a nowspspor and there on the front page was Nina Miller .ard her youngest daughter, Nirene. They had just re- turned from visiting her husband in Hawaii where he is stationed for the present. In the photo- graph she was being creeted by here old classmaté and friend, Nadine McKinney and her flance, Mr. Query. When we finished looking through the paper we decided to attend a show at the Chicago theat- a er. Who should usher us to our seats but Marvin Elliott. Even though he was on duty we couldn't resist the temptation to talk to him, but he saw the head usher coming his way, he left us, saying he hoped we would enjoy the big surprise in store . for us in the film. And were we surprised!! Who do you think the leading lady was? None other than Dorothy Cooper! And that wasn't all! Roy Foulke was the side-splitting comedian, and Lee . Montgomery the leading man. It certainly brought back memories -of our adolesent efforts on New Fires and Very Untruly Yours, where these three got their Seanty ; When we left the show who should we meet but Evelyn Friis and her fiancee, Darrel Dash, who had driven to Chicago to visit relatives and friends before they were married. After a chat with them we hailed a taxi only to find the driver to be “Donald Hartsock., Ths same old Don, always on the 60. He drove us to the Municipal Airport where T was to meet Rolla Crouch, Bruce Mashburn,and Bobs by Nick Hoffman who were arriving from Texas. When they found out that Mr. Swan was with me, they of- fered to take us up again for aride, When we thought of Rolla and Bruce and Nick in old days at M.eC.wH.S. we couldn't decide whether it was worth the risk or not. It wasn't until Mary Carolyn Al-