Mill Creek High School - EM CE Yearbook (Geneva, IL)

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The senior class of 1953 being of sound mind and body do hereby, will and bequeath the following: I, Mary Tamow will my cheerleading ability to Maxine White. I, Marilyn Knowlton will my ability to hold my temper to my brother, Don. I, Dick Dial will my car to Dick Veaolowski so he can go to North Liberty more often. I, Arnold Whitman will my heighth to Howard Ness. I, James Van Dlerendonck will my Schick-Injector to James Devereaux. I, LaVern Snyder will my personality to Joan Van Dlerendonck. I, Marlene Wiltfong will my ability to sing hill-billy songs to Mr. Groh. I, Vernon Johnson will my English and literature books to Miss Conrad. I, Janet Cravens will my girlish figure to Nadeen Benson. I, Joan Hartig will my ability to get an all-star player to Shirley Stombaug.h. I, Bob Wesolowski will my ability to get my solid geometry to Vic Doms. I, Calvin Hostetler will my ability to get chemistry to Charlie Daniels. I, Marshall Rathburn will my ability to get a girl to Hoy Volfe. I, Donna Bierly will my diamond ring to Lavern Ollhoff. I, Roland Olson will my ability to stand on my head in phys. ed. class to Mr. Freet. We the senior class do will and bequeath the following to the underclassmen: To the freshman class our excess credits. To the sophomores our swell attitudes toward each other so they will get along better. To the juniors our ability to find reasons to leave the class- rooms and the building during school-time. To Sandra Tennis a pair of scissors so she can cut her braids. To Mr. Dunk our habit of being in the wrong places at the right time. To the school a three-cent stamp so they can write to the State Board of Education to see about an addition to our fine school. Signed, sealed and witnessed this on Friday, the thirteenth of Feburary in the year nineteen hundred and fifty-three.

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In this year of 1983 I have decided it was high time I took a va- cation. So, I am now cleaning the dirt of thirty years off the old magic carpet. As I shake this old rug, I see in the dust a quaint de- sign. But as I look a little closer I note that it is Just Mrs. James Molden cleaning house. Jim is off to the store getting a loaf cf bread right now and Donna is talking to herself. She says, she is worried about Jin. It seems he has been gone after that loaf of bread for twenty years now. But the dust is settling now and as I shake the rug again, there before my eyes appears Janet Cravens. Janet has stuck to her oath of becoming an old maid. But getting a little lonesome in her old age she has adopted twin boy’s, Dick and Mick. But now the vision fades again so I give another shake and there comes into view a little white cottage. In the doorway stands Dick Dial and about his feet race his thirteen children. Already, the dust is changing. This time to Washington D. C. where we see that dauntless Senator from Indiana, Irontongue Hostetler setting in at Harry's Place, which, by the way, is now owned by that great mixer, Poamflip Olson. In a dark corner of Harry's sits past President of the U. S. LaVern Snyder, still arguing politics with his table partner. Representative Wesolowski. All the dust seems to be gone from my carpet so I am now ready to travel. As I have always had a yen to go there, I switch the indi- cator to Hollywood and, presto , here I am flying over it. Immediate- ly reaching my ears is the call of a hog raiser, but as I swoop lower and into a symphony hall I see it is only Mrs. Richard Stombaugh sing- ing her way to fame. I soon swoop out of there because my carpets act- ing up. I then drift over to the Phillips Superlube Station at Hollywood and Vine for a check-up on my carpet by master-mechanic, Vernon John- son. While he is checking my carpet I walk across the street to the Powers Model Agency to see those world great models, the Misses Knowl- ton, Tarnow, and Wiltfong, still giving all the fellows the old run around. After a short visit I go back to Dick up my carpet, only to find that it is bevond repair. Therefore, l board a plane and forty- six seconds later i am getting off in Chicago. I board a bus and ride downtown to the now tallest building in the world, the Double-quick Auto Sales of Whitman and Rathburn. I open the door and something goes whirr and I come to, driving my new Oldsmobile back to Indiana and to my home formerly known as Milo's Mansion but now there is Just plain Van Dierendonck on the mailbox.