Paxton High School - Reflector Yearbook (Paxton, IL)

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 GlaU Will . I, Maurice Adams, will my physique to William Shore. I, Charles Aldrich, will my horn-sticking ability to Larry Blue. I, DeLoris Beatty, will my curly hair to Jean Kingren. I, Mary Ann Beckstrand, will my fastidiousness to Denver Piatt. I, Shirley Dale, will my ready smile to Joy Lundberg. J, Milda Ehmen, will my quiet movements in the halls to “Fire Alarm” Tagg. I, Phyllis Engstrom, will my ability to drive to Beverly Kennedy. I, Caryl Erickson, will my package of gum to Mr. Rolfing. I, Alberta Fancher, will my two history books to Vera Reynolds. I, Pauline Forbes, will my ability to mind my own business to Myrna Hawk. I, Don Froyd, will my one woman complex to Howard Rhodes. I, Theresa Graham, will my quiet disposition to Beverly Hamm. I, Vincent Graham, will my interest in the fairer sex to Coach Galbreath. I, Joyce Heacock, will my smudge pot to Patti Hamm. I, Patricia Henry, will the keys to the Buick to my brother, Bill. I, Florence Horridge, will my lease of the spot on a certain curve to Joan Hapcnny. I, Edward Johnson, will my studiousness to Gene Van Antwerp. I, Kenneth Johnson, will my fighting ability to Paul Horridge. I, Viola Jones, will my speed in shorthand to Mildred Kuntz. I, Maryjo Lankston, will my Rantoul letter sweater to Norma Hollister. I, Darlene Larson, will my love for secrets to June Mattingly. I, Robert Lateer, will my loud voice to Don Smith. I, Jean Latimer, will my quiet, gentle ways to Bill Shinker. I, Beverly Lundberg, will my frequent trips to the office to Myron Hawk. I, Carl Martin, will my Ludlow affiliations to Jeannine Maxwell. I, Byron Myhre, will my talkative nature to Joyce Ford. I, Irene McGauley, will my height to Evelyn Weburg. I, Betty Naugle, will my ring to Joan Stagen.

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“Wait a second and I’ll walk with you, Aaron. Aren’t you Retting tired strutting around trying to keep order? How does it feel to be called Sheriff Rasmussen anyway?” “The show is getting good now. Look at that Edward Johnson is ringmaster of the center ring. Patsy Henry just brought her dogs in and is putting them through their paces. And take a peek over there! In Charles Aldrich’s ring, Milda Ehmen is having her ponies circle the ring while in Eddie Palmberg’s over there to the right, Kathleen Nelson is walking the tight rope. They are certainly strutting themselves for the old home town. Oh, by the way, Aaron, don’t forget to listen to the Quiz kid program Sunday night. Norma Watson is to be their guest star; a Hollywood talent scout found her a couple of years ago. I’ll be seeing you later.” “Well, if there isn’t Sally Teter. Hi Sally! I hear you are secretary to a football coach. What a profession! Did you know that Irene McGauley and Alberta Fancher have started an Advice to the Lovelorn, coast-to-coast hookup? I understand they have been pretty busy.” I think I’ll mosey over toward the entrance. “Peanuts, popcorn—Hi Viola! What are you doing these days? Is that so? Shirley, Barbara, Edith and you have your own stenographic agency—Jones, Dale Richardson and Tribbey? I understand your motto is ‘If you want to learn to type a letter the right way—go to Mary Smith’s agency—it’s better.’ Don't tell me you get any work that way, Oh, I see, that’s the idea.” “Say, look over there. Isn’t that a row of baby carriages? Looks as if someone is puttering around, too.I think I’ll see what is going on. Well! Marjorie Peabody, I wondered who had taken the job of baby tender for the matinee. Must be your love for children that made you apply. Say, look! Three aerilists just started to climb to the top of the tent. They look rather familiar. I think I’ll get a little closer, come on. Why, I didn’t know they had joined the troupe. They are DeLoris Beatty, Joan Samuelson, and Shirley Weburg, aren’t they? Oops! Jo just slipped—no, someone caught her. Oscar Watson! right on the alert, which is a blessing for her.” “I have to move along now. Take good care of the kids.” “Evan Peterson! What are you doing digging along the edge of the ring? Oh, I remember now, you’re finishing that W.P.A. project you started the last time we were here.” “Crackerjacks—Look out, lady, someone is falling down those steps to the bleachers! Joyce Heacock, I might have known and look what you did to Jean Latimer. Here, Jean, I’ll help you up, you have to be in good shape for the rodeo. After all, you have to keep up the kid’s enthusiasm over the cowgirls of the wild and woolly West. Better hurry! It is about time for you to go on.” “Yes sirree! Today certainly has been eventful. I’ve either stumbled on to or heard about all my classmates of 1946. I guess there are some advantages to this job after all.” Peanuts, popcorn, crackerjacks!’

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I, Kathleen Nelson, will my out-of-town dates to “Buzzie” Nuss. I, Kay Novak, will my love of the Irish to Helen Huber. I, Eddie Palmberg, will my blush to Marilyn Swanson. I, Marjorie Peabody, will my large vocabulary to Miss Bear. I, Evan Peterson, will my quiet laugh to John Samuelson. I, Neil Piper, will my jokes, such as they are, to Mr. Van Huss. I, Aaron Rasmussen, will my football ability to Doug Given. I, Margaret Rich, will my timid nature to Jim Swinney. I, Barbara Richardson, will my place at the Ludlow dances to Doris Watson. I, Marilyn Robinson, will my 4 A’s to Maurine Rutledge. I, Dorothy Rust, will my interest in the Merrimac’s to Jack Swinney. I, Joan Samuelson, will my pep (outside of P. E. class) to Truman Swan. I, Gloria Small, will my one piece, “In the Gloaming”, to Marilyn Frederick. I, Mary Smith, will my neat coiffure to Kenneth Ogle. I, Anna Teter, will my Lady-like manner to Patsy Steiner. I, Edith Tribbey, will my friendliness to Marilyn Heicher. I, Kenneth Watkins, will my flirtations manner to Jane Merrimac. I, Margaret Young, will my spiritual guidance to Bob Cottrell. I, Norma Watson, will my profound silence to Jannie Stevens. I, Oscar Watson, will my store of knowledge to “Fifi” Merritt. I, Shirley Weburg, will my slight stature to Stanley Cornelison. I, Donald Wheeler, will my harem to Jack McCabe. I, Ruth Wooldridge, will my independent spirit to Mr. Stenson. —We, the class of 1946, will our sincerest sympathy to Mr. Swinney at the loss of our presence.