Paron High School - Lions Roar Yearbook (Paron, AR)

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Prophecy By A New Method or Your Nose Knows When your fortune phrenologists read, They felt all the bumps on your head-- Which was tiresome and made you so weary That the happiest fortune seemed dreary. By cards, by handwriting, or trances, You may learn of your next circumstances. But I have a new method astounding That is every old system confounding, Did you know that the shape of your noses Your minds and your future discloses '? Just to prove that my powers are ample I shall give you a wonderful sample. I glance thus at your faces all glowing, And straightway your future I'm knowing. Not fond, herself, of Overwork, She can't endure that others shirk, So, Rosalie will run with glee A great employment agency. Young Jimmy has great ambition I-le'll be a wily politician, To Congress by admirers sent, And next, perhaps, be President. Her fertile brain and ready wit Proclaim at once the job she'd fit. Frankie will write the perfect story, Thus covering herself with glory. Frank likes to speculate And takes his fun in tempting fate, So he'l1become--the reckless joker! -- A very lucky Wall Street broker. Wide gestures wide and voice intense, At speaking pieces she's immense, And so Geraldine upon the stage Will soon become the nation's rage. I hope this very generous sample Has proved to you my powers are ample, And that the outline of your noses Your future honestly discloses.

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S E IOR CLASS MOTTO: Step by step CLASS COLORS: Red and White CLASS FLOWER: White Carnation V JIMMY BLAKLEY I give up! Basketball . . . . 1,21 3,4 Baseball . . . . 2,3,4 F.F.A. . . - -1,2,3,4 34 Class Play . . - - - f Class Officer . - 3,4 FRA NK JOHNSON What I will, I will, what I won't, I won't, Class Play . . . . . 4 Class Officer. .... 4 F.F.A. . . . l,Z.,3,4

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SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class, of 1956, do hereby make these bequeaths, rendering void and of no avail any former will that may have been previously made by us during a period of temporary optimism: To the Juniors, we leave our good luck. It made us what we are to-day, and it should satisfy them. To the Sophomores, we leave our patience. It will be found useful as the only means by which they can endure the Juniors. To the young and unsophisticated Freshmen we leave a map of the school building, so that they will not get lost and roam about in everybody's way looking for their classrooms. To our teachers, we hereby give, free from inheritance, luxury, or income tax, our entire store of knowledge. To the teachers we leave our many thanks for their patience and teaching to which will never be forgotten by the Senior Class. I, Rosalie Roberts, will my ability to skip class to Jackie Malloy. I, Jimmy Blakley, will my ability to coach the basketball team to Murl Curtis, I, Frankie Cox, will my long hair to Veta Keeney. I, Geraldine Chenault, will my lady-like ways to Willie Mae Hensley. I, Frank Johnson, will my ability to study hard to Jimmy Rowan. We, the Seniors have spent considerable time in writing this will and hope that it does not offend anyone.