North Webster High School - Troy Yearbook (North Webster, IN)

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1. Taxi:::: 2. You name it!” 3. Let me alone:! 4. Haag on!!! 5. Now we got him. 6. I’m sitting on top of the world. 11. Thinks he is a Pro ? 7 7. Bride to he and her party. 12. Lower Boy!! 8. Wo:: 13. Track Star” 9. Hard to get. 14. Look at Bert!.' 10. Chorus line. IS. Is supper ready?? 19

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Class Will We, the class of 1950, being of rather sound mind, as sane as can ever be hoped for, free from grey haired members and only partially free from love sick members and any other defects, preventing sound reasoning, do hereby make, declare and publish this, our last will and testament as follows: As a class, we do hereby will and bequeath: To the Juniors, our seats in the assembly. To the Sophomores, our right to do as we please. To the Freshmen, our poise and dignity. To Mr. Blosser, our excellent behavior for Teddy and Jimmy. To Mr. Young, our bookkeeping practice sets. To Mr. Baker, our old Time Magazines from social studies class. To Mr. Gerard, all our old broken Chemistry equipment. To Mrs. Bodkin, our old English and Literature workbooks. To Mr. Trestrail, our unused Government and Social Studies books. To Mr. Andrews, our ability to keep quiet in the assembly. To Mrs. Poor, scraps from sewing so next years classes will have material. To Mr. Phillips, our initials carved on the assembly desks. To Miss Popenfoose, our wishes for every happiness when she becomes Mrs. Blue. I, Carole Biltz, do hereby will and bequeath my long hair to Effie Himes. I, Barry Baker, do hereby will and bequeath my bookkeeping practice sets to Nadine. I, Bob Dishman, do hereby will and bequeath my southern brouge to John Clingerman. I, Judy Durham, do hereby will and bequeath my blonde hair to Jeanette Smith. I. Alfred Engelberth, do hereby will and bequeath my shy grin to Barbara Hunter. I, Pat Eberly, do hereby will and bequeath all my steady boy friends to Marlene. 1, Jim Priest, do hereby will and bequeath my height to Jimmy Butler. 1, Rolf Hunter, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to play the Saxophone to anybody who needs it. I, Faye Pearson, do hereby will and bequeath my ring and ability to hold a man to Vonnie Pearson. I, Jerry Hood, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to do bookkeeping to some lucky Senior next year. 1, Bob Rhodes, do hereby will and bequeath my high grades to Billy Flynn. I, Marrietta Whitehead, do hereby will and bequeath my interest in men to Marilyn Ringler. I, Merritt Wagoner, do hereby will and bequeath my ability with Freshmen girls to Howard Dunkin. 1, Phil Payne, do hereby will and bequeath my cheerleading ability to Jim Bransford. 1, Lillian Priest, do hereby will and bequeath my black hair to Charlotte Smith. I, Jerry Engle, do hereby will and bequeath my athletic ability to John Hiner. I, Janie Frisinger, do hereby will and bequeath my desk in the assembly with the open top to Nance Ervin. I, Marge Gaerte, do hereby will and bequeath my “Happy Go Lucky” attitude to Ruth Nine. I, Ed Tom, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to run laps in Gerard’s class to Jim Payne. I, Carol Scott, do hereby will and bequeath my ambition to be a nurse to Marilyn DeBolt. I, Jerry Rensberger, do hereby will and bequeath my driving ability to Bob Gift. I, Dean Keck, do hereby will and bequeath my glasses to all basketball referees. 1, Joan Smith, do hereby will and bequeath my tom-boyish ways to Mickey Deitch. 18

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Class Prophecy While walking down Main Street in Salt Lake City, Utah, after many hours of looking for a job. 1 was stopped short and what to my wondering eye did appear but a sign saying “Help Wanted Here '. It took me no time at all to walk through the door. I asked one of the clerks in the store where I could find the owner. “Mr. Hood is in his office on the top floor. The elevator is just around the corner on your left, was the answer. So around the corner I went. I had to wait a while for the elevator, which gave me time to think, and I wondered if this Mr. Hood was any relation to Jerome Hood one of the boys in my graduating class. He had originally came from out here I believe. Finally the elevator door opened, I stepped in and turned around saying, “top floor please , and was surprised to find staring me right in the face was Carole Scott. She recognized me right away. Carole is a divorcee having married three times. She told me that what I had thought was true, Jerome was this Mr. Hood I was going to see. I was beginning to feel right at home. After reaching the top floor I was ushered into a mammoth office, and there hiding behind a big desk was Jerome, dressed fit to kill, and secretaries all over the place. While talking over old times with him the door burst open and a black haired boy ran in yelling “Dad ' (which just about knocked me off my feet) followed by a very beautiful brunette, who was Jerome’s wife, the former Lillian Priest, dressed from head to toe in furs (mink to boot). Jerome told me that this was not all of his family he also had four girls at home. Lillian said that she came to tell Jerome that they had just received an announcement of the fifth reunion of the “Class of 50' at Yellow Banks Hotel. Jerry suggested that I ride along with them. It didn't take me long to make up my mind to go because it had been twenty-five long years since I had seen the gang. Arrangements were made and we started the next day. Jerry asked me if I had kept in touch with any of the kids since we had graduated. I said no. I had joined the air force right after school and hadn't been in one place long enough to keep in touch with anybody. He told me he had a big surprise for me then about ten miles up the road. After riding for a while we came upon a sign saying “Atom E Ranch owner Alfred Engelberth. Was I surprised, A1 had always talked about wanting to own a ranch and I could see that his dreams had come true. Jerry told me that it was the biggest in the West. A1 was just getting ready to go to the reunion himself. He said he would fly up, he had some business in Chicago before the reunion. So we didn’t stay long, and then we were back on the road again. It wasn’t long until we met a man hitch hiking along the road, we had plenty of room so we picked him up. To our surprise this man was going to the reunion also, his name was Bob Rhodes. Bob said he had never married and had been working here and there ever since graduating. Time passed fast and it was not five o'clock so we pulled into a Motel in Cheyenne, Wyoming. The Motel was owned and operated by Mr. and Mrs. Don Whitehead, Mrs. Whitehead was the former Carole Biltz. Carole had married right after school and on their honeymoon they had bought this Motel and lived here ever since. The next morning we started out bright and early, we asked Carole to go along but she said this was their busy season so she could not go. So we rolled merrily along. After a while we passed a large building going up. It was the largest building I had ever seen. We stopped a while to watch things. While I was talking to one of the workers I found out that the building was being built by Mr. J. R. Priest, an architect. I told him I would like to meet Mr. Priest and found out that he had gone to North Webster to a class reunion and then I knew that this was the James Priest that I knew. So again we started on our way. We ate dinner at a large restaurant in Scottsbluff, Nebraska, which we found was owned by Merritt Wagoner. We had a long conversation with Merritt in which he said after graduating he had gone to Ft. Wayne to business school where he had met a very nice girl and married her. He also had four children, two boys and two girls. Mert said he had made a reservation to fly to the reunion and would start the next morning. The afternoon passed fast with no excitement. We stopped in Omaha for the night and found that Mary Etta (Marrietta Whitehead) had gone a long way since graduating, at the Senior Class Play a movie scout spotted her and took her to Hollywood. From there it was a cinch. The next morning we started out, ate dinner in Z 0