New Lexington High School - Lexingtonian Yearbook (New Lexington, OH)

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19- Margaret Williamson wills her walks, to and from school, to Elva. 20. Lucille Lee wills her bobbed hair to the Paris models. 21. Merle Rushing lends her Frank to some likely Senior of '23. We doubt it, though. 22. Ralph Grant wills his traveling experience, to and from Moxie. 23. Thelma Holcomb wills her blushes to the Freshies. 24. Vira Bragg really gives her knowledge of Social Problems to President Harding. 25. Zella Rader loans her complexion to Mary Garden. 26. William Foraker donates his patent leather hair to the Walton Shoe Co. for “Sally Sandels.” 27. Elizabeth Gifford wills her pleasure of lemon catching—whew ! 28. Mary Weller wills her dark tresses t oward advancing the play, “The Sheik.” 29. Venus Patterson wills her tactfulness of rolling her own (eyes) to the St. Aloysius Academy girls. 30. Bernice Ellswick wills Fat Davies to ;he class of ’23. 31. Bob Garey wills his favorite brand cf hair tonic to Porcupine Hillis. 32. Ruth Brown wills her ability to cow-drill to Kintz. 33. Esther King bequeaths her ability to kid the salesmen to the class of '23. 34. Lucille Dennison wills her typing speed to Clias. Smith. 35. Nial Holcomb wills his advice from worldly troubles to Sinkey. 36. Ruth Speaks wills her ability of playing messenger to a carrier pigeon. 37. Ethel Yarger donates her American History and Civics to the class of ’23. Poor things. The Atlas is upon your shoulders. 38. Herman Thompson lends his marcel to the world's greatest violinist. 39. Eugene Hynus leaves behind him his pleasures in teasing the non-city flames to Star Marlowe. 40. Bernice Rockwell wills her intelligence to the Faculty. 41. Gertrude Hayden wills the privilege (to any of the kids) of taking her name in vain. “Hayde.”

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junior Class 3$ltll In the name of the unattainable class of ’22, we, the Seniors, being of an unsound mind and unsettled judgment, do hereby, in all our innocence, give, will, bequeath, in fact, force upon the unsuspecting members of the class of '23 the following: 1. Bruce Allen loans his famous nickname, “Feet,’’ to Johnny Wagner. 2. Kathryn Diller wills her nervous shoulder to a cute little Freshie. (Johnny Sheeran). 3. Lauris Matthews wills his former trips to Athens to see “Tommy” to (?). 4. Evelyn Crossan gives one of her many suitors to some forlorn maiden. 5. Paulin Randolph donates her curly locks to some one whose hair reminds you of toothpicks. 6. Kathryn Holden wills her ability for keeping time with her chewing gum, while typing, to anyone who can, as efficiently, do two things at once. 7. Dollie Kimball donates “Kintz” to some one who’s lonesome. 8. Veronica McGonagle wills her goloshes to Merton Kennedy. 9. Pearl Kendrick is all willed out. Best wishes, Dutch. 10. Joseph Allen is lending his stature to “Buzzy” Hoops to further the window washing industry. 11. Evelyn Yauger wills her undivided attention to (?). 12. Arthur Saunders bequeaths his gentle art of lovemaking to any guy who has an Irishman’s Ford. 13. Oscar Ketchum wills his manhandling of the girls to our Freshies of ’23. 14. Earl Bennett wills “Les Femmes Sav-antes” to Orangy Schofield. 15. Stanley Van Atta wills his musical talent to Sousa. 16. Robert Fealty donates those lonely moments in the evening when some one else has a date with ( ?). 17. Gladys Jones wills her dignity to Fat Davies. 18. John Bowers gives Wally the pleasure of washing lolypops. Be careful. Wally, they’re sticky.

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Class prophecy “Where there’s a will, there’s an inheritance tax.” —Shakespoke. Last year, after my rich uncle had died, the estate was settled up and the money settled down in my pocket, and, I having led a life of privation, poverty and suffering, decided to go on a tour and see how the other half of the world lived. Every true-hearted American, until he has seen Paris, is: so naturally, my first stop was there. Upon my arrival, I was ambling leisurely down the Boulevard and some playful chap caught my ankle in the crook of a cane and ruined what I considered a perfectly wonderful three-dollar hat. My suspicions as to the identity of the stranger were confirmed. Bruce Allen, Class President way back in ’22, came up and explained that he was sorry but that the cane just simply wouldn’t behave. He is arbiter of the world’s fashions and upon his invitation we strolled down to his fashion shop so that he could introduce me to some of his models. The first person I saw was Bernice Elswick, Bruce’s present wife; Kate Diller, his private secretary; Evelyn Yauger, bright and rising cashier; and Gertrude Hayden, the leading model of Paris. “Feet,” always a bright chap, suggested a little party and the rest of us gladly acquiesced, because, as Pussyfoot hasn’t gone to France yet, the wets still reign (rain). During the natural course of the evening, we took in a show and it seemed as if the call to Paris had reached the ears of many more of the class of ’22. On the stage we were able to discern two of our members—one, a singer of no little fame, Pearl Kendrick, and the other Gladys Jones, a ballet dancer of unparalleled merit. Suddenly “Hady” burst out in a new place and ejaculated the single word, “Gee!” The Count De Change and his party were pointed out to us in the opposite box. The Count’s name, before he adopted a new one, was just plain Bill Foraker. Matrimony got him, and the Countess, Vira Bragg, was with him. Another, a noted member of the police force, none other than the redoubtable Bob Fealty, is hot on the trail of John Bowers and his accomplice, Oscar Ketchum, who are accused of bootlegging. Being unable to attract their attention, we saw no more of them. My wanderings took me next to Petrograd, the land of the Bolsheviks and polar bears. The train, a miserable ramshackle affair, on the order of the B. O., was nearing one of its destinations and my attention was attracted by the position of the sun. “Must be about noon,” I murmured, and a cheery voice directly behind me, “It is.” “Mary Weller, as I live, and Thelma Holcomb.” My astonishment was unsurpassed. ,A few moments later a musical voice heralded the passing of dinner and Zella Rader came walking up the aisle. Petrograd lay before us and dinner was my objective.