New Ross High School - Blue Jay Yearbook (New Ross, IN)

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Last Will and Testament of the Honorable Class of 1952 We, the Senior Class of 1952, of the city of New Ross, county of Montgomery, and state of Indiana, the most outstanding and eminent class ever to graduate from N. R. H. S., declare this to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking any will or wills heretofore made by us. We, the class of 1952, do hereby bequeath to the class of 1953 our outstanding ability to publish such a professional paper as the Bluester and such a superb Annual as the 1952 Blue Jay. I, Junie Henderson, will to Ellen Henderson my seat in the Senior row, since she is the last Henderson to sit there. I, Carol Bryant, will my seat in the Senior row and my dimples to Myrna Myers. I, Randall Garrett, will my seat in the Senior row and my ability to get my lessons by myself to Raymond Teague. I, Jean Tharp, will my ability to stay out of trouble to Edna Elkin so she may be able to get a diploma before 1960. I, Shirley Harris, will my quiet ways and my carefree disposition and jokes to Delores Steele, so she may keep up the morale of her fellow classmen. I, Janis Todd, will to Beverly Sue Todd my ability to get a man so she will not be lonely the rest of her school days. I, James Wright, will my front seat in the Senior row to Corenia Frederick, and my ability to keep a steady girl to Dale Leath. I, Carolyn Shelley, will to Maureen Huffman, my bookbag so that she will have something to carry her books in to school and my alarm clock so that she will be able to make it to school on time. I, Rosie Fitzwater, will to Elaine Jorgensen, my ability to play a trombone so she may keep the N. R. H.S. band flying high. I, Jo Day, will my saxophone to Bob Day so Joan will not get lonely when playing in the band. I, Jim McClure, will my car to Walter Todd, so that he may always get to LuciIle's on time. V I, Jackie French, will my physique to J. T. Holsapple so he may be a star basket- ball player. I, Irma Paxton, will my blonde hair to Beverly Ward. I, Lucille Bailey, will my ability to get shorthand to Barbara Morgan. In witness whereof, we the Senior Class of 1952, the testators, have set our hand and seal hereto this 18th day of February in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and fifty-two. l1952l Attorney At Law A. V. Purdue

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1952 Class Prophecy Arriving at Crawfordsville one bright morning in the early part of July, I saw a man having a bit of car trouble. To be courteous I offered to help him, and I'1l be darned if it wasn't Jack French. He was on his way to Chicago to be married. fPoor guy.l After talking to him for awhile about the past and present I bade him a sorrow- ful farewell and went on my way. Incidentally we got his car fixed. KNO gas.l , As I parked, I heard a loud noise as if two cars had collided. Two brand new Cadillacs had met on a one-way street. As I walked closer I learned that one of the injured was Jean Tharp. After an ambulance screamed to a stop at the corner, I helped the stretcher-bearers put her on a cot. Seeing that she wasn't hurt too badly, I asked permission to ride with her to the hospital. fPermission was granted so I took great pleasure.l After arriving at the hospital I watched them take X-rays, luckily no bones were broken. Just a badly twisted ankle. After watching for awhile, I turned to leave and I was amazed to find Carolyn Shelley there, I hadn't seen Carolyn for six years. After chatting for a time I found her to be a brain specialist. She also told me she had been married for eight years. Leaving the hospital I went up town to a drug store, noticing a sign on which read: Drink Fitzwater's Fizzwater. fJust a joke.l Hoping it was the person of whom I was thinking--it was. Rosie had been a druggist for three years. Knowing quite a bit about the profession of a soda jerk, she made me an oversized sundae. fl-'ree of charge.l As I ventured on down the street, I was looking in a show window of a large department store I saw Josephine Day modeling dresses. QWoof-Woofl Jo said she had been in this business for over two years and she had modeled almost five thousand dresses. She said that Shirley Harris and Carol Bryant were operating a beauty parlor about three doors down the street. And sure enough there they stood applying mud packs to women's faces. I talked to them for sometime about their marvelous profession and their homes, and of course both were married. And while I was doing so they let the mud packs on the ladies' faces dry so hard that they couldn't scrape it off!! iPass the hammer and chisel please.l Continuing my journey I bumped into a lady who was carrying a large sack of groceries, fthat is she was until we collidedl. Apologizing I picked up her goods and arose to find it was Junie Henderson. I asked what she was doing and she said she was just a happy little housewife waiting for her hubby to come back from the Air Force. After chatting with her for awhile, I went on my way. Then I saw something interesting in an implement store window--a man dressed like a big rancher, it was none other than James Wright. I went in to chat with him. He told me that he owned a thousand acre ranch in Texas and was back here on a vacation. We walked back to the rear of the store where we met that great mechanic --James McClure. He was the manager of the machine shop. As I left the store I almost ran into Janis Todd. She told me that she was the first woman mayor of Crawfordsville and that she was married and had two children. She invited me to go to the recreation center with her to see Irma Paxton. Since I had not seen Irma or Janis for a long time, I accepted. Irma was in charge of the recreation center and the park. We talked about old times until almost four o'clock. Then I went to the Randy Hotel. As I neared the main desk there was Randall Garrett behind it with a big pencil behind his ear. Randy told me that he had bought the hotel about five years ago with the help of his rich uncle, and that he and Lucille Bailey were running it. Lucille was head of the Health Bar in the hotel. They were married of course.

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-v Q 5 'ra . 1, .1 I xf Af. C Nu ,sv 115i Senior Males Jim Wright, Randall Garrett, Jim McClure, Jack French. wr f Y' 'Q C' ' 'uf L. Q .. A A Senior Females ROW ONE: Jume Henderson, Jean Tharp, Shirley Harris. Carol Bryant. ROW TWO: Carolyn Shelley. Lucille Bailey, Irma Paxton, Rosaliene Fitzwater, Jo Day, Janis Todd fabsentl. 13 5-05