Millersburg High School - Millerette Yearbook (Millersburg, IN)

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CLASS WILL We, the Gypsies of the class of 1952, having been in camp here for 12 years, have collected great riches. Since we will not be using them in the future, we wish to will them to people who are less fortunate than we. l, John Thomas, will my glasses to Mr. Nettleton for um- piring baseball games at M. H. S. Yours just don't seem to be able to see things our way, Mr. N. I, Pete Manges, will my 1937 Chevrolet to M. H. S. for a squad car. This town could do with a little law and order, and I'm sure it will serve the purpose very well. I, Jim Redman, will my big feet to anyone who needs a good foundation. U I, Carlysle Chiddister, will my a-bility to brag to Gordon Bates. I, Richard Kehr, will my ability to skip school to Richard Martin. Doesn't it get a bit boring to be here almost every day, Richard? l, Billy Lewallen, will my meager knowledge to anyone who thinks he can get by with it for another four years. I, Sheldon Kurtz, will my ability to get my English to Milton Munro, who seems to be having troubles. Don't we all? I, Steve Rippey, will my red hair to Larry Simmons. Red- heads always get more girl friends than blonds, Larry. I, Glen Larimer, will Laverle to Devon Lantzer, I am sure she will be well taken care of. l, Carol Perry, will my ability to keep quiet to Pat Rook- stool. lt might help in the study hall, you know! I, Rose Ann Troyer, will my size to Kathryn Kehrg l am sure a little help is better than none at all. I, Louise Smith, will my gift of gab to anyone who wants it. It is still in excellent condition. I, Laverle Berkey, will my good looks to any of the M. H. S. girls who are after a boy friend. l, Marilyn Litwiller, will my ability to go steady to Bonnie Musselman. I, Gertrud Heimel, will my accent to Lauretta Wilson. lt does not hurt to have a little culture, you know. This is the last will and testament of the class of '52 as drawn up by JIM REDMAN and PETE MANGES.

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Back on the road now, we headed for Chicago. As we ap- proached the big city, we noticed posters advertising a coming attraction. Gertrud Heimel was to give a lecture entitled Agriculture in Germany Today. Why Gertrud had graduated with us! Then and there Glen and I decided to attend. The day finally came, and with thousands of others we crowded into the large civic building in Chicago. After listening to a stirring lecture, we hurried backstage to congratulate Gertrud. However, someone had arrived before us. lt was Carol Perry, now a famous phychologist, who had flown from New York to attend the lecture. The four of us talked over old times. Carol told us that she also does some interior decorating. Gertrud told us that the mayor of New York wanted Carol to have the best transportation service from New York to Chicago so he secured the best pilot of the Air Force to Pilot her out. Now you couldn't guess who this was. l knew you couldn't! It was Bill Buckshot Lewallen. Bill had been granted a special leave from his regular duties, which were testing jet planes, to bring Carol to Chicago. Carol had to get to the airport in fifteen minutes so we hurried out to hail a cab for her. The first cab that came along stopped. As the driver stepped out to open the door for Carol, we recognized him. It was Pete Manges, another classmate. Pete was so glad to see us that he invited Glen and me to ride along while he took Carol to the airport. During the ride we learned that Pete was married. Pete also told us that he had been writing to Steve Rippey. Steve is now an Admiral and has been placed in charge of the naval academy at Annapolis. The next morning we left Chicago and headed south. As we started through the town of Kokomo, Indiana, lhappened to remember that last Christmas I had received a card from the former Marilyn Litwiller and it had been postmarked Kokomo, Indiana. We decided to look her up. Marilyn is married to Mel- vin Slabach. We arrived just in time for supper. After supper we settled back to watch television. At 7:30, The Fat Man came on the screen. Glen and I were in for a big surpriseg for instead of the fat man that we had known as children, the star of the show was none other than Jim Redman. Now we knew the whereabouts of all our former classmates and knew they were well and happy.

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PHILOSOPHY OF THE GYPSIES The sun is upg there's a cloudless skyg A band of Gypsies are we, Wandering over this wide, wide world Gay and fancy free. We've had fun around the camp fires, In our councils and our flings. We've had lots of joy and laughter lr1 our parties, games, and things. But the sun will not always be shining. The skies will sometimes be dark. We will not always be gay And free as a meadowlark. So let us prepare for the future With our hearts and minds on a goal, Yet not forgetting our school days As we step into our role. So farewell, M. H. S. We leave you in a mess!