Pendleton Heights High School - Papyrus Yearbook (Pendleton, IN)

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CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of 1948, of Pendleton High School, realizing the nearness of departure from school and being of sound mind, though of faint heart, and fast dimming eyes, do hereby make this last will and testament. We do hereby declare the coojis to be the executors of all the wishes given in this document. • I, Joanne Aiman, bequeath my sultry appearance to Marie Miller. I, Alice Lee Allen, bequeath my unpredictable giggle to Paula Wade. I, Mildred Ayers, bequeath my baton to Myrna Lou Harris. I, George Ballinger, bequeath my bright red shirt to Joan Dunlavy. I, Hugh Bell, bequeath my five o ' clock shadow to some hopeful sophomore. I, Bill Brown, bequeath my hip boots to Bob McCune. 1, Cameron Calvert, bequeath my southern accent to Jim EUer, our only Northerner. 1, Bob Carpenter, bequeath my loud socks, especially the orange ones, to Paul Dyer. I, Bruce Copeland, bequeath my backward ways to Floyd Vance. L Gene Crosley, bequeath my glasses to someone who can keep them on. I, Donald Crull, bequeath my front seat at the ball games to the sophomore girls. L Laura Belle Davidson, bequeath my blonde hair to Gene Fort, to match his light head. I, Beverly Eller, bequeath my lady-like ways to Joanna Somers. I, Leo Flory, bequeath my motor bike to Ann Kress. We, Elizabeth Ellingwood and Don Jones, bequeath the romantic atmosphere we create to Jimmy Crosley and Judy Goff. L Robert Garris, bequeath my numerous gii;l friends to Rex Norris. 1, Dick Goff, bequeath my dead-pan expression to Alice Schug. I, Vesta Lou Going, bequeath my privilege to flirt to Joan Rencenberger. I, Patsy Guard, bequeath my cheerfulness and all around good nature to some worn-out sponsor. I, Marvin Harvey, bequeath my interest in the F. F. A. to David Waggoner. I, Rose Mary Heritage, bequeath my love for hill-billy music to Miss Hallowell. 1, Jerry Ruth Hoagland, bequeath my ability to referee girl ' s basketball to Sara West. I, Evelyn Lawyer, bequeath my number please to Gwen James. I, Gay McCallister, bequeath my bovine talents to Joanne Scott. I, Alvin McCarty, bequeath my privilege of getting into the show free to some underclassman who is always broke. L Morris McCurdy, bequeath my joke book to Mr. Harris. I, Darrel Maitlen, bequeath my love for Mr. Harris ' wit to next year ' s physics class. I, Robert Manship, bequeath my stocky form to Roger Owens. 1, Edward Mousa, bequeath my trigonometry book to Edgar Scudder. I, Barbara Ormes, bequeath my ring with all its tape to someone with a larger finger. I, ' Shirley Lee Owen, bequeath my knowledge to someone who understands the word ebauchior. I, Clarice Owens, bequeath my come hither look to Beverly Gahimer. I, Dean Pickett, bequeath my long legs to Reece Rogers. I, Jack Pierce, bequeath my out-of-town telephone numbers to Donald Hoefner. I, Gerald Ridgeway, bequeath my wild, wild ways to Bob Stanley. I, Jim Rumler, bequeath my love for Huntsville to Miss Ellsworth. I, Helen Saubert, bequeath my pink and white complexion to some seventh grade baby. I, Valasta Simmons, bequeath my smile to anyone looking for a sweetie. I, Betty Stanley, bequeath my friendly ways to someone not quite so blessed. I, Robert Stanley, bequeath Phyllis to some little seventh grade boy. I, Lois Stohler, bequeath my never-the-same-two-days-in-a-row hair-do to Wilma Redick. I, Robert Stoner, bequeath my tenor voice to l(ex Milner. I, Caroll Stottlemyer, bequeath my Anderson dates to Meredith Chamberlain. I, Carolyn Stottlemyer, bequeath my watchful eye over Caroll to someone who doesn ' t already have a full-time job. I, Richard Sylvester, bequeath my guitar to Bill Hayden, because he is just the cowboy who can use it. I, David Taylor, bequeath my ability to balance the class books to next year ' s bookkeeping class. I, Lindsay Vestal, bequeath my race-track to Haines House. I, Maxine Wildman, bequeath my dark hose to Gloria Jacobs. I, Shirley Wynant, bequeath qiy good enunciation and long words to someone who considers himself a brain. To the freshmen we leave the inspiration of the fact that we have just graduated. May it give them hope to try for thiee more years. To the sophomores we leave our strength and courage. They can use it when they sell at ball games next year. To the juniors we leave our desks in study hall, with their scratches, cracks, and any scrap paper or sociology books that might be found in them. Signed. THE CLASS OF 1948 Witnessed this fifteenth day of March, George Lee Gail Grabill

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CLASS PROPHECY I don ' t know to this day what prompted me to turn down that dark street on the West Side of Chicago that day in 1960, but I did. I had almost decided to turn back when I heard a sharp rapping on a window. Looking up, I saw a face peering out at me and then a hand motioning me to come in. I glanced up at the door and saw the sign Fortune Telhng. I have never been one to believe in that stuff, but she seemed so insistent 1 thought, Oh, well, she might tell me something interesting. I climbed the steps of the house and just as 1 got to the door, it was opened by the most unusual person I had ever seen. She was very dark, both in hair and coni- olexion, and had on a bright red dress. She wore much jewelry, especially rings — one on every finger. We went into a darkened room and she led me to a table on which sat a crystal ball. She sat down opposite me and spoke for the first time. I can tell you don ' t really believe I can see the past and future, so it will be hard- er to get contact with my medium. Then she peered into the crystal ball and slowly spoke, Your name is Rose Mary Heritage. You have made much money selling — now T see it — a, powerful freckle remover. I was astounded at this bit of truth, but not wholly believing her pow- ers yet I said, Could you tell me about my high school classmates? What have they done since graduation? I could see her crystal ball get smoky and then she began, I see a clinic in Indonesia. And, yes, Alice Allen is the head nurse. Also in this half of the world is Morris McCurdy, a great favorite of the king of Siam. He is teaching the king, and his entire court, to play pool. In Siam, too, is Shirley Wynant. She owns a large farm, raising Siamese cats. Farther east yet, I see Dick Goff. He has opened a meat market in India, but it is not very successful due to the fact that the largest part of the population, the Hindus, don ' t eat meat. Going north I see Dean Pickett. He is selling refrigerators in Alaska and surprisingly enough is making a lot of sales. The Eskimos find they make a warm place to ep in on cold nights. Also up north is Gerald Ridgeway, the foreign minister to Iceland. While he is there he is studying the nature of the Polar bear and writing a column on them which appears weekly in the Pendleton Times. Next my crystal ball takes me to the sunny Riviera in France. Here I see Cameron Calvert and Bob Carpenter, still together as in their senior days, are running a famous casino. Bob Stanley is the head bouncer and the two chief entertainers are Marvin Harvey and Gene Crosley doing their singing and dancing act. Next to South Africa where Robert Manship has a 15,000 acre farm specializing in the raising of panda bears. Elizabeth and Don Jones are on tour around the world collecting curios to be put in the soon-to-be established museum whi ;h will be located in the empty lot next to the Roxy Theatre. I said, 1 am amazed. You know so much more about them than I .do. But have all my former classmates gone to foreign countries? Oh, no, she replied. Many of them are right here in the United States. First I see Barbara Ormes. She married a Mexican, while on a visit to the Southwest, and is now a senorita, famous for her beauty and mod- esty. Going farther west, to California, we find Alcatraz prison and in it David Taylor. He was a successful banker for nine years and is now serving a term for embezzlement. It is thought he got his early training when he was treasurer for his class. Also in California are Valasta and Hugh Bell, who have an orange grove. They have perfected a new smudge pot which burns without smudge. In San Francisco is Maxine Wildman. Maxine, who now goes by the name Tess, is making a fortune as a blues singer in a downtown night club. Traveling south we come to Arkansas where Vesta Lou Going is resting after the publication of her book ' The Trials and Trib- ulations of a Bar-maid. ' And now to a kindergarten in Paduoah, Kentucky, where Beverly Eller is following her life-long ambition to be a teacher, and is making ' little things count. ' In St. Louis, Missouri, I ' see Gay McCallister,