Perry High School - Treasure Chest Yearbook (Perry, OH)

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Know All Men By These Presents: I, Joe Laurie, wish to leave my Abraham Lincoln drawl to Lowell Morrow. I, Hilda Means, wish to leave my love for the Juniors of '38 to the teachers of Perry High School. I, Betty Basset, give and bequeath to slow-motion Wilkins and to Hayseed Kish one-half stick of slightly used juicy-fruit chewing gum, which will be found under the fourth seat in the middle row of the study hall front, with the injunction that it is not to be fought over. I, Marian Chambers, give to the Grech brothers my ability to qob and giggle to o group of people. I hope they use it to the best advantage. I, Charlotte Root, give my ability to keep my grace and poise in class meetings to Fanny Lou Thomas. I, La Verne Heil, will my light-hearted, skippety-hop, and hey-di-ho laughter to serious Harriet Lord. I, Florida Martin, will my latest-from-Paris apparel to some would-be glamorous lady. I, Ruth Safick, will my ability to remedy a cold by whooping it up until late at night to Mary Ellen Garvin. I, Sophie Seitz, will my pet slang expression, I betcha, to anyone else who can't think of something to use in its place. I, Elroy Baxter, leave my bluffing ability to Edmond Taft. I, Raymond Garvin, leave my quietness to Eddie McFarland. I, Robert Brainard, will my fuzzy beard to Royster Whiting. I, Carl Martin, will my sunny smile and good nature to Maynard Whiting. I, Florence Church, perfect lady at all times, will my book of manners to Matilda Orosz. I, Ruth Lamed, leave my sweet, but oh-so-quiet, personality to whosoever has occasion to use it. I, Nadine Frayn, wish to will my abilities as hamburg-thrower and skiI-let-slinger to Pauline Hilborn. I, Cora Goldsmith, will my long legs to Pauline Pike. I, Frederick Baker, will my blond curly hair to Herman Greenwald. I, Doris Enoch, will my blush to Fay Belding. eleven

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AND SO The Class of 38 Twenty-six years after the turn of the century forty boys and girls gingerly climbed into the plane that carried them safely on the flight to education. The hesitant pupils were piloted safely through the first year by the willing and kind hand of Miss Helen West. After several forced landings and many fresh take offs, the class set its compasses straight in the fall of '34, when it entered the freshman class under the sponsorship of Mr. Ernest Stirm. During that year and the next two years these boys and girls held a flying lead in music, sports, and scholarship under the guidance of Miss Catherine Hardon and Miss Dorothy MacFadden. Arriving for the last flight, they fulfilled their place as seniors by maintaining their unlimited dignity and keeping the complacent juniors in their place. Helped during this last year by their sponsor, Miss Kathryn Geddes, they again won honors. Some of the classmates have stopped to refuel, others have sailed on with extra spurts of energy, some have been left in the fog, and all have, at some time or other, been off the course. No matter how painstaking or difficult the task that brought them back on the right flight, they have at every point gained something to make them more compatible and more competent. And so the class of '38—looking back over charted courses and forward to smooth flying and happy landings— ten

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I, Winifred Carney, will to Vivian Ruetenik my size 4 shoe. I, Ethel Mae Andrews, will my flying fingers on the typewriter together with my slow motion handwriting to Ralph Brown. I, Wilma Hall, will my silly giggle to Jean Bassett. I, Sarah Otto, will my small bones and little flesh to Helen Madsen. I, Jack Madsen, bequeath my do-little-and-get-away-with-it attitude in school to Alfred Fobes. I, John Stacy, will my mind-my-own-business attitude to Betty Burdge. I, Wanda Locke, leave my power of exaggeration to Mr. Hawkins. I, Lucille Vandevort, leave my power to defend myself with snappy retorts to Mr. Winkler. I, Edward Brockway, give and bequeath to Miss Miller the clay I carried back and forth from Leroy to Perry each day on my many travels to school. I, Jack Carney, leave my ability to get out of tight places to Patty Smith, because as I say it, I don't need it anymore 'cause I've lots of newly discovered 'brain power'. I, Bob Stinchcomb, will my superperfect knowledge of English literature to Miss Geddes to distribute among her poor erring pupils. I, Ruth Day, leave to Carolyn Greening a position as private secretary. I need someone to help me mail my love letters. I, Shirley Haines, leave a very dog-eared volume entitled How to Woo and Win a Maiden to Stanley Gould. In my opinion it surely works—and Stanley needs it. Ethel Mae Andrews—A species of the rare individual known as the air stewardess. The species is one of the loveliest in captivity. Florence Church—A bicycle enthusiast- keeping her bicycle nice and shiny all these years in hopes that she could trade it in for a new Ford, because she can make fifteen miles an hour on her bicycle now. John Stacy—A keen looking blond you saw behind the counter in Warner's Market ten years ago, now owning the store and the neat white uniform he wears. Ruth Safick—An editor of a strip called Matching the Unmatched in a well known newspaper. Through this agency a lady with even a wart on her nose can meet a lad whose ears look like Clark Gable's! Lucille Vandevort—A neat looking girl who became so fed up with physical education being inflicted on her that she has gone in for the stuff in a professional way and is now giving Mr. Hawkins exercises to keep his rheumatism away. Prophecy twelve