Mineral Rural High School - Crusader Yearbook (West Mineral, KS)

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14 hast v Zllill and Gsstaibsnt Wa the Senior Class being of sound mind and body, on this Second month, lnth day, and Fiftieth year, do hereby declare this to be our Last W11l,and estament, Therein forcing the Junior Class of l9b9-50 to carry this Will ut to the fullest extent during the coming year of 1950-51. The contents are as follows, to be read on the date of the graduating c ass of 1949-50. I Gene Guison, Will my desire of wanting to go with Mary Alice Sm1th,to Ronnie Grubba David Henderson,Wlllny ability to become a boxer to Carmen Boccia, providing he makes a good one. Jennie Hayden, Wlllny way with the 'UOYS to Mary Rose Ledford, providing she doesn't stay out too late. John Grasso, Will my bashful- ness to Betty Crispino. Alva Smith, will-FY- 'baby face to Marvin Smith. Louie Capute, Willny dark eyes to Josephine Wilson. Chuck Proffitt, Will my dates with Darlene Scott, to Frank Palumbo for just one year. Glen Cooper, Will my position in basketball to Albert Smith, Erovldlng he makes good. obert Tarter, Will my person- ality to Clarence Creger. Charles Oberzan, Will my tenor voice to Audry Hallam, provld- ing she uses it better than I ave. .ll- Maurice Grant, Will my desire to make money to Gwenlth Carl- son. Bill Thayer, Will a seat in a certain cafe to Roselllary Lane, if she promises not to go to sleep. Joe Godin, Will my place in Amercian History to Shirley Jo Potocnlk, providing she makes all A's. Eugene Walker, Will my ability as a truck driver to Darlene Humble, if she ITOIDIBCB to make a full round trip without any wrecks. Norma Brenner, Will my A's in Agriculture to Peggy Norris, and Josie Lee Carpino, if they promise not to cheat. Pat McDermott, Will my dimples to Betty Yagher, and Joanne Cosner, providedthey make good use of them. Donald Babcock, Will my desire to any one wanting to write this class will. 'A k1kir'ki k'k'kk 1ki ki lr'k'k1k'A'1k This Will being witnessed and approved by the Senior Class and Officers on this Ninth day of Febuary, 1950. To be read upon the graduation of the Senior Class of 1950. in 'L-ll We gr , Lawyer. Co-Editors. Secretary. IDI! ' ns , President. g

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145' 'I Cy' MZ' 7 I' You know, life has treated us pretty well these past twenty-five years.. true, there's a silver hair here and there...Old Dave there is nursing that cauliflower ear of h1s...some may wear built-in arch supports...and there's a bright-eyed youngster in the group now1nd then..but you know, I never thought our class of '50 would ever stick together long enough to enjoy a Silver Anniversary Reunion. Ah me, I'm beginning to feel a little ancient. All of these beautiful decorations take me back...back to the time when we broke our backs, drove nails into our fingers, smashed our thumbs, and generally pulled our hair in an attempt to make Nthis year's Junior-Senior Banquet the best ever.' But that figure '25n, it sort of makes you shiver, doesn't lt? That's a good many years my friend. Who are those cute little children over there? Oh, you don't mean to tell me they belong to Bob and Jennie? And twins too! Whoever would have thought it? Oh, Bob is a Wall Street financier? My, they have done well for themselves, haven't they? And over there...that attractive blonde, well, it is Norma Brenner. I have heard that she married a rancher who had plenty of money. I always knew Norma would make good, no matter where she happened to be. No, my eyes surely must be weaker than I thought. Those two gray-haired gentlemen over there with the long beards..Glen Cooper and Bill Thayer??? Impossible! Not living in a cabin on Neosho River? And making a good living too? Well, I guess Lady Fate can deal well, if she wishes. I hear Dave Henderson is a trainer now that he has lost his title to a younger boxer. I know, I remember theeports headl1nes.those three years Dave was Worlds' Champ, and how I used to say to my wife, WI knew him when...n You don't mean to tell me! No,3t just couldn't be! The dairy business? Not Eugene! Well, I guess onlytne love of a good woman could change his mind from his tavern. Fine old tavern it was too. I was in there for acnuple of hours about two years ago. Had lots of atmosphere. You know I've been eyeing that centerpiece for a longtime now. Couldn't have chosen a more appropriate one than that huseftiered'cake, could they? I'll just have to have a BIG slice of that confection. Oh, I know twenty- five years hasn't exactly give me a wasp waist, but st1ll...what's a Quarter of a century when there is still three-quarters to go? I believe I'll just sit down over here. One thing about middle age... your feet aredt quite the same ones that used to push the pebbles around down at the old stream. I should say not. Oh, excuse me sir, I d1dn't know this was your seat. Pat!!! John Robert!!! You old rogues. What in the world are you trying a hand at now? Not salesmansh1p?? Oh me, that's the best yet, especially when I remember how you used to sell your teachers.. fMay their souls rest in peacell Who's the boss, by the way? You don't say! Little Alva, the world's youngest millionaire. Is that really true? He's certainly hit the headlines the past few years. Say, have you fellows seen anywf the famed K.U. games lately? You know I just knew that college would spot the map when Charlie Proffitt took over as head coach! Really has a way with the lads, I hear. You say this meal was provided by one of our fellows? Now who on earth could it possible be? Oh no, not Morey! The best dry farmer in these parts well, what do Say, you fascinate me, here, Oh now, you know? know I've beenreading la'ely. These little booksl carry around and incidentally, I learn quite a bit too. The latest I have this couldn't posslbleln true...I never thought that Don Sharp was the pen name of Donald Babcock. Wonderful man,1 at author. Really tells a story you can't get up and leave. No wonder the subject of his book was Boeing Aircraft Plant and its Vice-president Louie Capute. Buddies from way back, I should hope to say. And why not, with both of them being fostered by good old Mineral High? Say, I was downtown for a few minutes before hiking up here, and some of the local gossip says the best grade principal they have ever had is little old Earl White. Wouldn't that get youl Neverihought Earlwould teach school, and make a big name for himself, at that. How times do change!! Oh, If my Broadway audience could only see this old Gene now. Well it looks like everyone is here. No, there is an empty place. The card says Joe Godin guess what the general says goes with Captain Joe. Noreverie can keep mefrom indulglngin my stomach so pass the food, boys. V1-7w4L 'M1w M