Mount Dora High School - Stray Leaves Yearbook (Mount Dora, FL)

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QEXELNL--QEEIEQ Eula Bagwell will create a fussy Into her place the ladies'll rush, Coming out pretty after going in slopoy, Mlraculously changed in Eula'e Beauty Shoppe. A man of distinction, honor, and sklll Whose Job is more honorable still - A lifelong career Harrold Blunt will forge Keeping watch at the gloomy morgue. Skippy Bradford, you shan't be missed, You will be kissed and kissed and kissed. Testing lipstick will be your chore. Hurry, girls! Need we say more? Mary Jo, upon the hill Will blow the bugle for the kill. Plenty of food, free from pests, In Burr's Hunting Lodge for guests. A rich little lady'l1 be Nell larle, Throwing away money as though it were free. How did she prosper so very soon? She started an express line to the moon. Up in a tree we find old Fred Feeding birds on hunks of bread. When asked why, he laughed, 'Hee, hee! I've gone nuts, can't you see?' Next on the list is Ross Dutton's case, A shameful failure of the human race. All is lost, there is no hope, He's a roaming tramp who's always broke. Gordon Folger, you're next on our llstg when they passed out glory, you certainly missed Here's the sad tate in store for you - Training skunks at the city zoo. His feet aren't flat, and he lsn't mean, But he'll always catch the crook or fiend. Checking up on foe and stranger Is Donald Hogsett, Texas Ranger. Money, money, everywhere, In the closet, under the chair! An expert counterfelter is Frank Keller, Making bogus money in his cellar. Richard Kurras will have great fame, From coast to coast they'll shout his name. Thousands in him will put their trusts, For he'll make bubble gum that never busts. Roy Ledford has a scheme: Running his oar on Energine. Imagine his feeling when he hits the ceiling And spreads all over the scene! A delightful person is Helen lllesg To many faces she'll bring bright smiles. Touring the country, her fame will grow As a talented singer with Vaughan Monroe.

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In and out the traffic winding, Ignoring the headlights that are blinding, Moorhead Van Lines haul far and near, 'Never a fear with Davis at the gearln Delcie Mae, you've stumped us all: We see nothing in the crystal ball. But if the future is like the past, The effect of your work will surely last. No more crime: lasting peace, Quarrels and wars will have to cease, Plenty of bread: plenty of buttery Such are the aims of President Nutter. Up till the wee hours v.'e find Virginia Perry Raising whoopee and making merry, Touring the night spots, raising a howlg Coming in late is our little night owl. Dorothy Peterson will soothe many meng They'1l thank her and smile with a shining grin, Coming in from every path To sweat it out in her Turkish Bath. Anne Pike, with delicate hand, Tende the sick throughout the land. A first-rate nurse she will be, Helping folks out af their misery. Now we look at Wi1liam's fame fHis last name ls Stephens, out he's not to blamej. Pressing pants will be his chore And mending their seats where they are Wtore.W All the men will swoon and faint Over our bralny lady saint. Over Niagara Falls in a barrel Is the job of brave little Carol. Little America, icy and cold, Explored by someone brave and bold, Following the footsteps of Admiral Byrd Is George Treadwell, without a word. Haste thee, Phyllis, and bring with thee Cokes and frosted malts for me. - For, as we see, you will work Tending the bar as a soda jerk. Juanita Van Deroef was her name, But now it's no longer still the same. She's living in ease and Vanity Fair, After marrying a millionaire. Jimmy Vincent will be rolling in doughg The source is perfectly legal, though. Beechnut's and Dentyne will have a threat when Jim makes gum with a two-way stretch. Just look at Buddy White - In piles of money to the left and right! In a flood of nickels and dimes he sank while counting money at the First National Bank. And now, at last, at the end of the list Is the poor old soul who had to write this. If the future doesn't bring what was said in each line, Don't blame me: I had to make them rhyme. Professor Roy Dutton, Seer