Morning Sun High School - Tiger Yearbook (Morning Sun, IA)

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Gllass qgruplpztg I'm the sufferer of an unusual affliction, That leaves me with the power of prediction. It's not to my benefit -- not in the slightest, To be a victim of Senioritis . A week ago I suffered an attack. My whole world went entirely black. When I awoke I was at our school. But everything was changed -- I felt like a fool. On entering the school I was not a bit phased, But looking at a calender I was really amazedy The year 2000 now was the date, Senioritis had taken me ahead of '68. Being naturally nosey -- and quite curious, I climbed the stairs -- fast and furious. The first class I noticed was very busy, Looking at the teacher I became dizzy. Working an experiment, there she sat, It must not have went well -- she made a face like a rat. Her face was familiar -- I knew it well, There teaching science was Becky Kimble. Now to the next room -- it was Math. Who was the teacher? -- old Jim Biggerstaff. I knew Jim would do something along this line, 'cause he'd worked with a lot of figures in his time. Entering the Home Ec. room -- I got quite a shock, Instead of cooking they were studying a rock. I asked but why -- this took courage to muster, The answer was plain -- they were taught by Mike Buster Up the stairs through the door, I was anxious to see much more. The building itself hadn't changed any, But the personnel had really changed plenty. In teaching business one has to be short and stalky, Another qualification is to be rather -- talky. So going into the business room it was no surprise, To see short little Trudi batting her eyes. Shirley Wilson was always among, One of those noted for speaking in tongues. So Spanish she led like a brilliant flame, That is dear friends the days she came. Adjective, gerund, pronoun, verb, Ada Lambert's the new English teacher I over heard. They told me she 'd replaced a girl who's hair was misty, The girl had got married -- her name was Christie. If it seems I've left the coaches rooms bare, It's not that I'm bias or being unfair. But Morning Sun coaches sort of always roamed loose, Such was the case with Don, Dan, and Moose. I was so hungry when the noon bell came, I ran with the kids -- lunch time was the same. Down in the lunchroom -- looking ready to bomb us, Was that lunch punching principal John Charles Thomas.

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'last will and eatameni We the class of 1968, being of sound mind 69? of the time, do hereby will the following: I, Jim Biggerstaff, will to Steve Kellogg my ability to make all band rehearsals. I, Becky Evans, will all the thumb tacks, chalk, etc. that was thrown at me in Sociology class back to Larry Tisor so he can throw them at someone else next year. We, the shop class of 68 will to Art Carpenter, one putty knife, ice pick, 7!16 wrench, and 9f16 socket. We also will him a years supply of Secret to keep him cool, calm, and collected at all times. I, Mike Buster, will Mick Johnson my ability to stay clear of all the near by rock quarries. We, the Senior Boys, will to all the Junior girls, Sandy's door hugging abilities. I, Ada Lambert, will to Jeanne Dill my stilts that I received last year in hopes she can put them to good use. I, Kathie Beck, leave Georgeann Griffith, my love for Monmouth College. I, Jamie Griffith, leave Georgeann Griffith, one set of dilapidated physics notes for future use. We, Jamie and Kathie, leave Georgeann and Jeanne our stick-togethernessu. I, Chris Wolfe, will Pam Keltner, some material to sew on the bottom of her dresses. I, Danny Sands, will the Junior boys a pair of scissors to cut it off. We, Christie, Jamie, and Ada, will to Patty McClure an outfit to be kept on the basketball bus for those oc- casions when she forgets hers. We, Sharon Mabeus, Jim Biggerstaff, and Chris Wolfe, will to Steve Kellogg, our ability to keep the bus under control at all times. I, Chris Wolfe, will Georgeann and Pam, a Sear's and Roebuck for future use. I, Jim Biggerstaff, will to Les Edwards, my ability to win in wrestling. I. John Corey, will to Mike Minnis my running ability in hopes that he will go out for track again. I, Becky Evans, will all my True Story magazines to anyone that wants them because I don't have anymore use for them. I, Adell Aynes, will my ability to skip school without getting caught to Destiny Calvin. We, Adell and Becky will our ability to do dishes at school, to Diane Pulse since she does them at the res- taurant. I, Adell, will to Diane the ability to solve her problems with Randy. I, Ed Wright, will to Dave Nichols my ability to get along with the teachers. I, Dan Sands, will to Larry Hudson, by exceptional ability to stay in tune in band. I, Ed Wright, will to Les, a little of my skill and theory of wrestling. I, Rich Bryant, will to Mick Johnson, my study hall at noon in hopes that he won't have so many fights. I, Ed Wright, will to Pam Keltner. some advice on how to keep quiet in study hall by just sleeping. I, John Thomas, leave Sandy my parking place at the west end of the schoolhouse. We, the Senior Class, will to Mr. Elder, our ability to stay calm in study hall. I. John Thomas, will to the Junior class, my superior driving ability so that they can will it to the next Jun- ior class. I, Becky Kimble, will Georgann Griffith, one seatbelt which was willed to me in hopes that she may sit safely beside Tom. I, Shirley Wilson, will to Sandy, my superb driving habits. I. Linda Ruble, will Sandy, my Red Mustang, so that she won't have to worry about going to the Prom in her truck. We, Shirley, Ruth, and Becky, will Sandy all our demerits for talking in the 7th period Study Hall. We, Linda, Ruth, Becky, and Sharon, will to Sandy one dozen safety pins in case of accidents. I, John Thomas, will Dave Nichols, my great tackling ability. We, Bill Ivins and John Thomas, will Micky Johnson our ability to leave girls alone so that he may continue his education. I, Dwight Byerly, will to Steve, Mick, Denny, and Lawrence, my lucky poster that I carried throughout the tournaments for the next years' basketball season. I, Dennis McDonald, will Steve Kellogg, my football helmet so that his whole body will be protected next year in football. I, Dan Inghram, will to Dave Nichols, my ability to get a haircut every five months whether I need it or not. I, Don Dill, will to Larry Tisor, my Judo ability in hopes that he can defend himself against those tough Burlington girls. I, Dwight Byerly, will to Larry Tisor, my experience of driving without loosing my license. I, Dan Inghram. will to Mike, my outstanding ability to be at the bus ahead of everyone else. I. Dennis McDonald, will to Dave Nichols the ability to start a fight without being in it. I, Dwight Byerly, will Mr. Howard, a new motor for his old '53 Chevy. We, Don, Dennis, Dan and Dan will back to Mr. Elder all the weapons he used on us trying to keep us quiet in in 3rd period Study Hall. We also will him a new ink pen because his old one went dry writing demerits for us. We, the Senior boys will to Mick Johnson, a set of Sure-Go mud tires in hopes that we will never get stuck. We, the Senior boys, will to Denny Callahan, one log chain so that in case he gets stuck, he will be able to pull himself out. We, the Senior boys, will to Caldwell, a Super Sheriff Badge so that he can show it the next time he gets picked up for speeding. We, the Senior Class, will the Junior Class our great ability to be present at all class play rehearsals. We, the Senior Class of 1968, will the Junior Class one case of pills so that they will not get Senioritis.

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On the menu was a gourmet delight, That wonderful soup with the peas split just right. The orange juice was mixed with the utmost pains, By the two great cooks Miss Evans and Miss Aynes. Glancing at the teachers table I noticed a small crowd, In the middle was Terry Parkhurst looking very proud. He was the Shop teacher, to me he looked older, He was showing the other teachers his unusual belt holder. As I finished lunch, in came a man, With a scrub brush, .a mop, a pail, and a pan. Oh, I remembered that man -- a party he could liven, But now he was the janitor -- poor Bill Ivin. Now upstairs I decided to go, To see who was seeming to run this show. I went to the office, with a sense of fear, Because I knew the honorable leader was near. For many years it seemed to me, That the school secretary always had beauty. Such was the case -- it still was the truth, For there as the secretary, was pretty little Ruth. The superintendent I begged her to see, Ruth told me they called him Mr. B. Was he still here? -- bold yet reliant. The characteristics were the same but now it was Rich Bryant After talking awhile I asked Mr. B. , Who could the school board possibly be. He told me the school board was sort of a lemon, Because it was composed of 50fZg women. Sharon, Linda, Marilyn were three Then Dennis Crow and Randy McKee. A word about the president -- in a way he was a lamb, Because after 32 years John still was chasing Pam. After sometime it became clear, That those were musical sounds, I could hear. It seemed music and marriage was a game, From Charlotte and Elbert to Danny and Jam. The yellow school buses came into sight, They were driven by Jim and Eddie and Dwight. The kids on the buses I wished them well, 'cause those guys used to drive like -- swell. As soon as the buses left the drive, I was returned to my world -- safe and alive. I realized that it was only a dream, No matter how true it really did seem. In conclusion dear friends this was written for fun, And everything said -- was said as a pun. So please no violence -- don't condemn, I enjoyed getting to write this -- Amen.