McMinnville High School - McMinnvillan Yearbook (McMinnville, OR)

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SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the high and mighty seniors, Ciass of ’46, being of sound and disposing mind, do now make and publish this, our last will and testament, so that we may distribute our qualities and possessions among our beloved underclassmen, realizing that they deeply regret our leaving. I, Velma Adams, leave my little sister in hopes that she’ll be lucky too. I, George Allison, leave my wild Saturday nights to Claud Engel. I, Betty Anderson, leave “U’s” in Social Econ to next years students who write too much on their units. I, Annie Asmussen, will my dancing ability to Bev Beard. I, Lois Bailey, leave my Tuesdays and Saturdays at the rink to Imogene Hyder. I, Bud Banks, will my dancing ability to Cecil Montgomery. I, Sylvia Barendrick, leave my driving ability to Phil Stevens. I, Gerry Bartlett, leave my size to Eileen Williams. I, George Baumgardner, leave the Chemistry room to ‘klick’ elsewhere. I, Don Blair, leave my place in the band to any future musician. We, Frances Blenkinsop, Barbara Houck, Grace Bridenstine, and Pat Garrigus, leave our places in the Triple Trio to next year’s song-birds. I, Jerry Boyce, will my height to Jo Ann Hansen. We, Phyllis Turck and Jack Burgess, leave Bob Sulley and Joan McKimens to shift for themselves. I, Harriet Capps, leave Merle Atkinson to walk to school by himself next year. I, Carol Chambers, leave by knack of letter writing to Gloria Roedder. I, Orval Coffey, leave my acting ability to my brother. I, Betty Dierks, leave all the books neatly stacked in order in the library. Of course, its my own order. We, Joyce Dies and Joanne Maxwell, leave those exciting noon hours to the next ice cream dippers. I, Jean Dimmitt, leave those exciting second periods to next year’s library staff. I, Jim Donnelly, will my conservative taste in clothing to any underclassman who has the nerve to wear a green sweater, blue pants, yellow sox, and red shoes. I, Marcine Elston, leave my part in the senior class play (wruff) to next year’« lucky actress. I, Ray Evers, leave those horrible Social Econ Units to Miss Showalter. I, Jerry Fraser, leave my neat appearance to Lois Frink. I, Don Fulham, will my public speaking ability (line?) to Hal Donahoo. I, Lois Gill, bequeath my scotch plaid skirt to any junior girl who has the good fortune to be in an all boy Physics class. I, Mary Hansard, leave my private driveway to any junior girl who has the good fortune or misfortune of living in the country. I, Jim Hart, leave my love of hiking, women, guns, studies, and last but not least Pepsi-Cola (gotta support the company you know), to Albert LaVoie, knowing that he will make good use of them. I, Larry Hearing, leave my famous smile to Pete Palmer. Melvin Hotchkiss and Ralph Juker, leave our love of poetry to Junior McKenzie and Bob Squires. I, I, Kenny Johnson, leave those story-telling fourth periods to Coach Robbins.

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We, Malcolm Marsh, Dick Muhle, Joe Jensen, and Jim Hart leave our Reuben Mountain pal, Dick Bennette, with hopes that he’ll be able to leave the institution next year. I, Roberta Kessler, can’t decide what to leave. I, Joann Kilen, leave my pleasing personality to Reta Adams. I, Lydia Koch, leave my Girl’s League presidency to some lucky junior girl. I, Florence Ledgerwood, leave my ability to ‘spike’ a volleyball to Emily Bergstrom. I, Wanda LeRoy, leave with no regrets, only plans for the future. I, Arnold Limberg, leave making the school much in need of an electrition. I, Phyllis MacLean, leave my ability to take dictation at 140 words a minute, chew three sticks of gum, and keep time to “Shoo Fly Pie” at the same time to next years shorthand flash. I, Allan McAlear, leave my flying ability to any aspiring young birdman who has the $2 to go up. I, Jim McDaniels, leave my Russian accent to Paul Davenport. I, Audrey McKinney, leave Macbeth to Miss Hamblin. I, Barney McPhillips, leave locker No. 224. Now Jane and Rusty can be “all awone.” I, Janet Nicoll, leave. We, Bill Oldham and Bob Trent, leave the F. F. A. to Mr. Patrick and next years batch of Future Farmers. I, Jim Osborne, leave my manly physique to Doug Drulliner. I, Larry Pollard, leave my wolf tactics to Phil Polacheck. I, Dorothy Rasmussen, will my quiet disposition to Marjorie Scheve. I, Ramona Raymond, will my ability to come out five words in the hole in those ten minute typing tests to Doug Drulliner. I, Nan Scheller, leave school for “Home Sweet Home” with Ike. I, Janet Sieler, leave my studious nature to Wade DeLashmutt. I, Phyllis Smith, leave my GAA presidency to the athletically inclined juniors to fight over. I, Norman Smith, leave my dancing ability to Elwood Lucey. I, Barbara Staley, leave school to work for a living. I, Norbert St. Marie, leave my love of English lit to Walter Webb. I, Thelma Stuck, leave my bowling score to my little sister. I, Florence Taylor, leave the source of my nickname “Flop.” I, Phyllis Todd, leave my rowdiness to Virginia Hayes. I, Bob Travis, leave, much to the regret of my teachers. I, Dan Van Vleet, leave my blonde hair to all those wolverines in the junior class. I, Dick Vollstedt, will my note writing ability to Bev Beard. We, Bill Wilmot and Jack Greenlund, leave our jalopies for someone else to fix. I, Donna Mae Windishar, leave my dark hair to all you dishwater blonds who long for dark hair. I, Linnea Sword, leave my drawing ability to Margaret Nichols. I, Lorraine Coldiron, just got here and I guess I’ll have to leave anyway. I, Pat Prewett, leave those awful shorthand award tests to next years students. I, Ruth Zimmerman, leave everything. “You can’t take it with you,” you know. I, Violet Baker, leave a very successful year at Mac Hi. I, Kenny Vannice, leave my job as assistant manager in Basketball to some enthusiastic underclassman.