Montvale High School - Echo Yearbook (Montvale, VA)

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Last Will and Testament of the Senior Class of 1956 We, the Senior Class of nineteen hundred and fifty-six, realizing that our days at Montvale High School are slowly coming to an end, and now possessing what we hope is a very great deal of intelligence, rare personalities, and talents for many walks of life, do here¬ by bestow and bequeath our numerous valuable qualities, as well as our idiosyncrasies, upon our worthy and devoted lower classmen in this, our last will and testament. We give and bequeath freely and without reservations, to the Junior Class, our self-satisfac¬ tion, our importance, and our wisdom, all of which we possess in enormous qualities, also we leave the Juniors our good luck, which has made us what we are today. In addition to this, we leave all our privileges and rights as Seniors, as well as any note¬ books, pencils, unfinished business, or unfinished lollypops. To our friends, the Sophomores, we leave our patience, which will be found useful as the only means by which they can endure the Juniors. To the young and unsophisticated Freshmen and Eighth Graders, we leave a map of the school building, and include our book How to Tell the Teachers,” which they may find very helpful in the future. To our dear beloved school building itself, we leave the peaceful quiet caused by our ab¬ sence, and any apple cores. Government notes, Allen Dooley’s wads of chewing gum, and Helen Custer’s and Dollie Martin’s crumpled notes left behind. To our teachers and Mr. McKee, we bequeath our entire store of knowledge. From them it came, and to them it should be returned, that others may be benefited by it as we have been. To next year’s Class President, we leave, with grave doubts as to his ability to use it, the stentorian voice of our good president, Bobby Pollard. To the person needing it most, we give Karen Cox’s supply of language, which will enable him to talk more and say less than any other human alive. To the undergraduate who is in danger of not passing, we bequeath Jackie Overstreet’s and Thelbert Foster’s store of information, which will make it easy for any student to pass any test in any subject any time. To the over-ambitious undergraduate, if such there be, we leave the perfect indolence o f Algie Lam and Ed Garrett. Some people sit and waste time, but not these two, they never waste a minute. To the laziest member of the Senior-class-to-be, we leave Dorothy Luck’s ambition. Moments to Remember” are left by Carol Miller and Betty Holland. Betty leaves with big dreams of lots of little teddy-bears. Janice Kirkwood and Claudine Bramlett leave their slender figures to those who have tried all reducing pills, without results. To ports unknown, go Elmadine Dooley and Kathleen Kirk, leaving everything behind but their sailors. Marie Shepherd and Joyce Cook gladly leave their many jobs and positions at dear ole Montvale for someone else to cope with. That ever-ready smile of Beverly Parker’s is left for all seniors who won’t have the energy to smile after all of the Senior activities. Elsie Rose bequeaths her position as Head Cheerleader to Edna Vaughan. Good Luck, Edna. Dorothy Orange’s shyness, a rare virtue, is left to Nancy Nestor. Besides these bequeaths, we, the Seniors, leave our best wishes to any and all who may desire them. Signed, sealed, published and declared as and for our last will and testament by the Senior Class of nineteen hundred and fifty six.

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class Prophecy Last night, as I sat thinking of the class reunions we hope to enjoy together in the future, I found myself imagin¬ ing the result if, at some given date, say ten years from now, every member of the class should be too busy to attend the reunion. That would, of course, be rather discouraging to the chairman of the committee, unless she, also were too busy to attend. But I thought, how interesting if on the morning of the reunion each absentee sent a telegram in which was stated the sender’s occupation and reason for absence. I became so engrossed in the idea that 1 even pictured to myself the exact wording of the telegrams the various people would send. Would you like to read them. Living in Villamont. Just bought a new Chrysler. Can’t afford to buy the gas to get to the reunion. CLAUDINE BRAMLETT Leading dramatic soprano Metropolitan and Chica¬ go Opera Companies. Substantial, but not fat. Sing Mar¬ guerite tonight. DOLORES COFFMAN Am proprietor of Ye Beautifier Shoppy—alterations while you wait. Can’t make the party. I have a customer still waiting. JOYCE COOK Keeping a pet shop. Specialize in eels, ichneumons, and elephants. Sorry can’t come tonight; expecting new shipment of Japanese beetles. KAREN COX Secretary. Mispelled a word. Boss is making me find it in the dictionary. How does he expect me to find it if I can’t spell it. I’ll still be looking tonight. HELEN CUSTER As an astronomer, am studying the heavens at sea¬ shore with beautiful girl assistant. Star-gazing date to¬ night. ALLEN DOOLEY Just received second prize in an international bread¬ baking contest. Have to go see my husband in the hos¬ pital tonight. He ate the bread. ELMADINE DOOLEY President of the Foster Film Company, which turns out three hundred and sixty-five ten-reel films each year, one per day. Today’s film late. Have to work overtime. THELBERT FOSTER Am a steam riveter. Like the quiet atmosphere. Am putting nuts in new sanitorium, so can’t leave. ED GARRETT Am a lady miser. Take in house cleaning and fur¬ naces to tend. Want money to buy a pearl necklace. Can’t come; my busy night. BETTY HOLLAND Am instructor in plain and fancy golf; making lots of money. Five dollars a lesson. Also give bridge and oil painting lessons to spectators between golfing efforts. Am starting a series of evening dancing classes tonight, so am unable to attend reunion. KATHLEEN KIRK Sorry, can’t make the reunion. Broke a leg while doing difficult reducing exercise. JANICE KIRKWOOD Just joined the Navy to see the world through a porthole. Shall think of you all in every port, as I walk through the slums and see the peculiar people. ALGIE LAM Proprietor of Dottie ’s School of Cooking. Molasses candy boiled over today, so I’ll have to stick around tonight. DOROTHY LUCK Am author of two of the six worst sellers up to date. Must finish a third by the first of the month so have to miss reunion. If any of you carry a spare plot with you please loan it to me. Need one badly. DOLLIE MARTIN Am a reporter. Interviewed a criminal while he was committing a crime. Have to receive a medal for courage tonight. DOROTHY ORANGE Am successful inventor. Working on exercises for reducing one’s income tax. JACKIE OVERSTREET Am a lecturer on Beauties of Nature,” and The Value of a Smile.” So sorry can’t come; the Smile” due tonight. BEVERLY PARKER President of the United States. Can’t swing the re¬ union. Broke an arm while playing golf. BOBBY POLLARD Am an ushe r in big movie theater. Only way to see all shows. See Lassie in When I Was A Pup” to¬ night. ELSIE ROSE Still recuperating from the mental strain it took to write the Class Prophecy. MARIE SHEPHERD Those are the telegrams I imagined you would send and you must admit they do sound like you. Here’s hoping you’ll all be as successful as they say you are, ten years from now.