Mondovi High School - Mirror Yearbook (Mondovi, WI)

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THE MIRROR I, Marvin Edison, leave my job at Berg’s drug store to Harry Lurndal so that he may buy cigaretts and all day suckers without his father knowing it. I, Joyce Ruseling, leave my powder puff and mirror to Beryl Luetscher. I, Harvey Robinson, do bequeath my poetical ability to Joe Smith and my deceiving looks to Oral Claflin so that he may deceive the teachers. I, Joe Johnson, leave my quiet ways to Joe Ellemberger so that he may be a dignified Senior. Also my tortoise rimmed glasses to Wendall Claflin. 1, Mary Pabst, bequeath my declamatory and debating ability to Wilma Urness. . I, William Pinkney, leave my black hair to Gladys Heineck. I, Evelyn Blum, leave my smallness to Margaret Dillon, just for a change. I, Vera Amunsun, leave my position as Editor-in-Chief to Arnold Scott. I, Lester Colby, leave my height to Raymond Steinke so that he may be Basket Ball center in his Senior year. . . I, Viola Roffler, leave my position as Gilman Valley cheer leader to Sidoma Hock I, Louise Voll, leave my sympathy for the Irish to Marie Hanley. I, Lawrence Fitzgerald, leave my ready blushes to Jim Voll. I, Frances Jacobi, leave my fondness for Ford Sedans and their drivers to Ruth Belden. i, Rose Fraser, leave the park bench on the East side to Mike Smith and Wilma Urness. I, Lloyd Smith, give my correspondence from Menomome to Arnold Scott. I, Hazel Berg, will all of my Nelson rides to Jose Talle. I, Sylvia Thorson, leave my place in the library to-—anyone who wants it. I, Mabel Thompson, leave the honor of being valedictorian to anyone of the Juniors, who is w filing to work hard enough to bet it. I, Marcellus Heck, leavy my ready wit and humor to Walter Koepp; but advise him to be careful what he says, because he might get in trouble as I did many times. I, Clarence Call, will my high standing in physics to Cyril Brinkman so that he will not have to study so hard. I, Charles Whitworth, leave my stock judging and agricultural ability to Ervin Putzier so he may be a progressive farmer. I, Mildren Ellenfcerger, leave my freckles to Bernita Hanan. I, Grace Claflin, leave my ability to vamp all of the boys to Margaret Fitzpatrick. I, Jeanette Ede, leave my willful glances to Margaret Hanley. I, Emma Cashmore, leave my Chippewa letters to Velma Jost. We, Kenneth Costley and Greay Hurtley leave the position as operators of motion picture projector to Royce Quarberg and Raymond Steinke. We, hereby appoint the faculty as administrators of this our last will and testament. . In testimony hereof we affix our illustrious names this thirty-fifth day of April B. C. 1313, just 13,213 years after Queen Aristobulus (who had been ironing King Chedorlaomer’s pink burlap pajamas, dropped the hot electric iron on her pet hyena, Gibbechai, severely scalding its left eyebrow, causing it, because of this grievous injury, to succumb to the ravages of that terrible disease, water on the brain. Signed, Greay Hurtley, Kenneth Costley, Witnesses: By their attorney, U. F. Athed. Watchu Handinus, Kwityer Kidden, F. Lea Byte.

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THE MIRROR We, the Seniors of Mondovi High School being in unsound mind and defective memory, do hereby make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament, revoking all other testaments by us heretofore made, and all those which will be made. To the faculty as a whole we leave our sincere thanks for their efforts in trying to broaden our minds. To Mr. Dodge, we give all the ability of art set forth in the Mirror so that he may be able to draw figures for his physics classes. To Mr. Thompson, we leave almost all of the basket ball team and the poor remnants of a football team, hoping that he will have both teams in shape for state championship next year. To Miss Wilkinson, we leave Harvey’s collection of poetry hoping that she will have it published. Also our sincere thanks for her work in helping to make our Mirror a success. To Miss Durch, we leave all our English text books including Hamlet, Macbeth, Burke’s Speech, Wooly’s Handbook and English Literature, hoping that she will burn them up and save the Juniors the agony of reading them. To Miss Meisekothen, we leave all the knowledge which we gained in solid geomet-y class, because it was not enough to bother. To Miss Jones, we leave fond memories of our Junior Class Play, and our sincere thanks for the many things she has done for us. To Miss McGlasson, we bequeath the Senior shorthand note books, and a pair of nonskid shoes that she may have no more accidents in her department To Mr. Grueneisen, we leave our ability to bluff that he may either use it himself or give it to the next senior class. To Mr. Oldridge, we leave all popular music especially “Chili Bean” and “They’re Wearing Them Higher in Hawaii,” which the orchestra was always willing to play. To the Juniors, we give our physics note books, U. S. History map books and English themes, so that they may profit by our diligent study. Also the ability to manage a high school stand at the fair, so they will not need to worry about future financial troubles. To the Sophomores, we leave our dignity as Seniors, permission to go to all the movies at the school and the ability to put on a class play that will please the public as ours did. To the Freshmen, we bequeath our examples of disobedience and our ability to argue with the faculty. We also leave them any warm places which we may have in the hearts of the faculty and suggest that they use them well. I, Leo Peters, leave my sweet and melodious voice to Royce Quarberg that he may entertain the students at singing period. Also my position as cheer leader to Jens Severson.

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THE MIRROR CLASS POEM At last the time for us has come, We the class of ’twenty-one Must journey forth on the sea of life, To reach our goal in this great strife. School life to us was like a brook Whose memories would fill a book, An unknown sea, we now must greet Where youth’s clear brook and river meet. We’ll carry with us on the tide High standards as our noble guide, And recollections we hold dear, In lonely hours will give us cheer. To our Alma Mater we’ll be true, Her principles our hearts imbue, We’ll toil for her with ceaseless vim So that her light will ne’er grow dim. —Harvey Robinson. THANKS The Staff of the Mirror desires to take this opportunity to thank all who have shown interest in this work, and especially those who have helped to make this Mirror what it is. To all who have contributed articles, we wish to acknowledge our sincere appreciation. We wish, more especially, to thank the Merchants of Mondovi for their loyal support, for ' they have helped greatly to make this Mirror possible; the people who have so willingly risked their money in purchasing our annual, and to everybody, in fact, who has had any hand in its making.