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

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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

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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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Ruth Lamed—A girl whose conscience is always bothering her because she feels she hasn't done justice to her educational opportunities so she is going to start over again in the first grade and show 'em. Wanda Locke—A little brunette who in her spare time while not pecking away at a typewriter is pondering on how she is going to keep her hair and eyes matching when her hair turns gray. Jack Madsen—Best boxer in the country because he imagines all the opponents he meets to be one of those darn daily assignments that used to get him down when he went to school—so he plasters them. Jack Carney—A gentleman whose hardest job is to pass his philosophical attitude toward life on the rest of the tipsy world. Sarah Otto—One who devotes her aristocratic dignity, poise, and noble air to the field of traveling, which consists in making the trip out to the mail box and back. Marian Chambers—One of the many people who in their infancy were taught to walk and talk, but Marian became conceited when she found she could walk. Her conceit went to her head and now she only talks. Betty Basset—A lady true to her desires, who is now an established cosmetician. She has a great number of male patrons who come to listen to Betty's flirtatious banter while they have their wigs lifted or their faces shampooed. Doris Enoch—A great kid. Every now and then she pays tribute to the senior class by giving everyone of us a lolly pop apiece, because we all sent her along on the road to success by making her the editor of our annual. She now edits the internationally known newspaper, The Perry Daily. Elroy Baxter—Teacher of the latest dancing as a profession. However, he has a cow at home, which he calls Daisy. And that dumb thing just can't be taught to do the “Big Apple. Carl Martin—A famous master of the accordion, teaching his pupils by every method known. He now has a new theory that if one can't learn in any other way, tickling the keys with great rapidity will produce astonishing effects. Nadine Frayn—The Florence Nightingale of the day. Miss Frayn was ousted from the Royal Hospital of England for becoming involved in a tempestuous love affair with his Royal Highness Old Chap Percival Pea Persimmon, so she returned to her first love that of flipping hamburgers for truck drivers in the La Frayn Hamburg Palace on North Ridge. Ruth Day—The eighth day of the week, unknown to most people who claim that there are only seven. Miss Day is in the calendar business, attempting to create an eight day week. Shirley Haines—A local actor who has reached high fame in the theatrical world—not as a second to Leslie Howard—but as a janitor in the Utopia at Painesville. Florida Martin-—One of those musical birds. Florida has changed her name to California and resides in Hollywood, where she practices her profession, piano drumming. She is learning to play Chopsticks now. She plays not only with her hands, but also with her feet! The piano player owns a player piano. thirteen