Pendleton High School - Papyrus Yearbook (Pendleton, IN)

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As of yore, Nancy Wynant, Pat Smith, and Pat Miller have their heads together. Miss Smith and Miss Miller are running a dancing studio to- gether, both still unmarried because they just can't make up their minds. Nancy is assisting her husband in his duties as veterinarian of Lick Crick. Jim Schug, Jake Jacobs, and Bud Reno are reminiscing over some large cigars, which foul up the atmosphere and make it seem just like old times. Mr. Reno owns an extensive amount of farm land, while his associates are working in the advertising department of a falseface concern. Rosie Her- zog and Eve Faust, her assistant, are telling fortunes through the crowd. Failing to see him, they step on Don Lawyer and almost crush him to death before he is rescued by Marve Shelton, the ever-ready fireman. Mr. Lawyer has been successful as a radio repairman because he can, if necessary, crawl into the radio. Rita Freudenstein and Madonna Mahoney are acting as guides for the group. They have been in Paris for some time, doing millinery work. Annie Palmer and Evelyn Johnson are also acquainted with the city through their circus act, in which Etvelyn picks Annie up and uses her as a baseball bat. They have won widespread acclaim. Marjorie Sheldon is sketching a corner of the garden for her work as an illustrator. She took up this vocation in 1951, after her graduation from the Varga Academy. Carolyn R. Ek is chasing her five red-hai1'ed sons in a vain attempt to keep them from shooting off rockets at the waiters fremember, this is 19673. Note the short name: she toured the world to find a marriageable man with a two-letter name, and now is the proud possessor of the short- estf name in the class. Between attacks, she converses with Erma Holliday, now owner of a dairy. Sue Huey is hunched over her typewriter writing a novel about an engineer and is, as usual, recuperating from a hangover. And so we leave the merry group. Who knows? In twenty years, anything can happen . . . we hope!

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ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN, or The Wreck of the Old '47 Grow old along with meg the best is yet to beg the last of life, for which the first was made . . . Browning wasn't just chattering to heat up his uppersg he had the right idea there. So, for a few minutes, grow a little older along with the class of 1947, and take a look into the not-too- impossible future. It is 1967, and the gay city of Paris is host to a gr-eat conventiong the twentieth reunion of the Class of 1947 of P. H. S. The streets are crowded with gay tourists who trample each other pleasantly, while through the gutters ranges a large cart tocollect the dead and wounded. Heading the group of doctors and nurses giving aid to the injured is Doris Bingaman, our own Clara Barton. Assisting her are Esther Lawson, Minnie Littleton, and Evelyn Bulen, who also have dedicated their lives to missions of mercy. Lloyd Kelly is at the wheel of the death car, a task for which he prepared himself while in high school. The convention headquarters are in the former royal palace and grand ballroom. Inside, Bob Hilligoss, Bob Brandenburg, and Sam Hayden may be seen hanging from the chandeliers. They have recently taken over joint management of the racetrack at Santa Anita. In a nearby romantic corner Jim and Doty are gazing into each other's eyes Cthis is one thing that hasn't changedb. Their three sons have been left on their Montana ranch in the care of Bonnie Myers. The foreman is Frank Hilbert. A fast poker game has sprung up among the renowned card sharks, Propps, Clendenen, Hepfer, and Michael. They are snarling at each other while figuring out new ways to cheat. At the east wing Jack Crosley has set up a basketball net and is teaching Junior to shoot fouls, with the as- sistance of Mrs. Crosley, the former Carol Hawk. Mrs. Shirley Koeniger Tres-Smith, the oft-married dowager, is coaching from the sidelines. At the entrance has gathered a large group of matrons. At present they are discussing the best methods for keeping husbands out of burlesque theaters like the one run by Louis McCarty and Richard Moore, the con- tributors to the conversation being Helen Steele Manship, Betty Allford Stoner, Juliann Michael, Marge Schug, and Norma Seal. Mr. McCarty, by the way, is still a bachelor, although his partner, Mr. Moore, has married twelve of his employees to date. One by one, that is.

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CLASS WILL We, the class of 1947, do hereby give and bequeath the following to our friends and otherwise at P. H. S.: I, Erma Holliday, will my sweaters to Annabel Stohler. I, Carolyn Reichenbach, will my stately walk to Mr. Miller. I, Rita Freudenstein, will my civics book to Meredith Chamberlain. I, Madonna Mahoney, will my chewing gum to Miss Hallowell. I, Annie Palmer, will my shy grin to Maxine Wildman. I, Evelyn Johnson, will my size 4 slippers to Bob Deadman. I, Marge Sheldon, will my neat art work to Paul Ayers. I, James LaMar Schug, will my plastic spine to Gene Davis. I, Jake Jacobs, will my dislike for chatter to Rosie Heritage. I, Bud Reno, will my interest in farming to Sandra Miller. I, Eve Faust, will my handwriting to any moron. I, Rosie Herzog, will my fast line to Whitey, and please use it! I, Don Lawyer, will my small build with its maneuverability to anyone aspiring to be a peeping Tom. I, Marve Shelton, will my trumpet to Miss Ellsworth. I, Pat Miller, will my patrician profile to George Ballinger. I, Nancy Mary Reighard, will my thrift to next year's juniors. I, Pat Smith, will my memories to Dean Pickett. I, Sue Huey, will my love for Purdue to Bob Carpenter. I, Dick Moore, will my Roman fexcuse usj ways to the soph wolves. I, Louis McCarty, will my corny jokes to Peggy Shelton. I, Norma Faussett, will my melodious whistle to Bill Hayden. I, Marjorie Nell Waymire, will my violent blush to Miss Burton. I, Juliann Wills, bequeath mah pitchin' arm to Nancy Hite. I, Betty Allford, will my presidency of the senior class to any junior with great lung power and a whip. I, Helen Steele, will my sack dress to Mildred Ayers. I, Shirley Koeniger, will my neat shape to Rex Norris. I, Carol Hawk, will my professional basketball technique to Joan Rencenberger. I, Jack Crosley, will my good sportsmanship to next year's team. I, Kenny Michael, will my skinny frame to diet-ridden women. I, Newell Hepfer, will my drafting set to Jane Rains. I, Jim Shelton, will my dancing technique to Joe Keesling. I, Pete Clendenen, will my philosophy of life to Mr. Harris. I, Hib Propps, will my Buick to Hugh Bell. I, Frank Hilbert, will my hula girls to Gene Fort. I, Bonnie Myers, will my blue eyes to Florence Wishard. I, Barbara Doty, will my red hair and talent to any lonely girl. I, Sam Hayden, will my afternoon naps to Shirley Owen. I, Bob Brandenburg, will my geniality to the harried sponsors. I, Bob Hilligoss, will my red shirt to Celia Gross. I, Lloyd Kelly, will my wicked leer to Larry Whitely. I, Evelyn Bulen, will my rhythm to Glen Smith. I, Minnie Littleton, will my long eyelashes to Morris McCurdy. I, Esther Lawson, will my unperturbed attitude to Don Hoefner. I, Doris Bingaman, will my serious speeches to Mary Ann Wade. We do hereby declare Mr. Benny Wisehart to be the sole executor of this last testament. Signed, THE CLASS OF 1947 Witnessed by: MRS. GEORGE DAUGHERTY MR. FLOYD H. MINER