Pine Township High School - Eagle Yearbook (Otterbein, IN)

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LA T WILL A D TESTAME T , the Senior class of 1955, do hereby and henceforth give an account of our last will and testament Marge Steiner, we will an excuse to get out at night. Sharon Booth, we will someone to pick on and tease next year. Darlene Durflinger, we will the affection ofa certain graduating senior. Beverly Coffey, we will another Ralph Burke to call her a monkey or a dirty bird. George Clark, we will Tom Durflinger's ability to flirt with all the girls and get by with it. Mary Drake, we will the affections of all the boys in Benton County. Wayne Daulton, we will Bob Williams's Ford to run around in. Bob Skoog, we will a copy of Julius Caesar . Ronnie Zink, we will Ralph Burke's ability to shoot at the basket when he is open. Dick Ohman, we will Charles Zink's ability to find short girls to go with. Tom Justice, we will Bob Williams' ability to argue with teachers. Dean Slavens, we will a sense of humor to cope with the jokes played on him. Janice Janssen, we will Tom Durflinger's scholastic ability. Edmond Emilson, we will Ralph Burke's ability to have a girl in every port. Ed Steiner, we will Pat Williams' ability to get all the books in the library read. Harold Tabert, we will Pat Williams' ability to roam all over the building without a pass. Norma Stout, we will Bob Williams' ability to get good grades without effort, mental or physical. Carol Clark, we will Cliff Childers' auburn hair. Betty Lawson, we will Bob williams' endless chatter. Don Coffey and Kenny Weisenberger, we will a giant-sized bottle of Jergens hand lotion. Tom Durflinget Pat Williams

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CLASS PROPHECY The sun was just peeping in the window when my clock radio turned itself on. Having nothing special to do, I lay there listening to the music and wishing that my wife would get up and serve me breakfast in bed. But knowing she wouldn't, I decided to get up and do my chores. Going into the living room, I noticed a Twenty-first Century rocket-powered car coming down the drive. It seemed rather unusual for someone to be visiting at this hour. But having learned to accept the unusual, I flipped the switch for the automatic coffee maker. Hurrying into the control room, I began punching buttons for thc various chores. I watched the television screen a moment to see if everything went all right and then shut it off. I had just finished the chores when the doorbell rang. Opening the door I got a big surprise because the person standing there was none other than Clifford Childers. He had changed a lot, not that he was any taller, but he had filled out into quite a handsome young man. I invited him to come in and have breakfast with me. He said that he would like to, but he had his wife with him, and he would be imposing. Nonsense , I said, Bring your wife in. Suddenly an idea struck me. Why not have the old Class of 1955 come over for breakfast I ran into the living room and called Tom Durflinger. He answered the phone and said he and his wife would be right over. I told him to stop on his way and get Chuck Zink and his wife. Next, I called Ralph Burke and told him to bring his wife and come out for breakfast. I gave my Uncle Irvin a ring to see if Pat had arrived home from her vacation. He said that she and her husband had arrived late the night before. I told him to send them over. Gathered around the table, we wondered what Cliff had been doing these past years. Chuck, Tom, and I after graduating from College had incorporated and bought all the farm land in Benton County. Approximately 8, 000 acres apiece, and we were doing quite well with the land too. Although a few of the older farmers wanted to farm the old Twentieth Century way, we finally convinced them that we were the smartest. Ralph had gone to barber school and now had control of the barber shops in Indiana. Pat had gone to comptometry school: but because she was dissatisfied with the teaching method, she married a rich industrialist and opened a school of her own. All we knew about Cliff was that he lived in Detroit, Michigan. Because our curiosity was getting the better of us, we asked him what his business was in Detroit. I-le told us that after graduation, bookkeeping still interested him, and he applied for a position as bookkeeper at General Motors. Now after many years he was head bookkeepet for the entire organization of General Motors. Breakfast was over all too soon, and each of us had our own jobs to do. We, the Class of '55 resolved to meet as often as we could around a breakfast table that holds the memory of our class's first reunion. Robert Williams

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