Prescott High School - Hassayamper Yearbook (Prescott, AZ)

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Class Will I, Bill Kelly, will my streamlined haircut to Donald Corbett. I, Curtis Smith, leave my remodeled rattle- traps to Hal Gunn. I, Hollis Hill, leave my beard (?) to any sophomore who is trying to be manly too. I, Barbara Bassett, leave Mr. Long without a secretary. We, Hermenia Cruz and Della Monreal, leave our chemistry workbooks still unfilled. I, Mary Ellen Quimby, leave in search of bigger and better Professor Quiz programs. I, Catherine Martin, leave to find new “hearts” to conquer. I, George Swann, leave part of the ceiling in the chemistry lab. I, Keith Judd, leave my quiet and retiring nature to Donald Sitler, hoping he will ac- cept it as a gentle hint. I, Marguerite Maxwell, will my “pull” in chemistry to all unfortunates who need an energetic push. I, Stella Mae Easter, leave. I, Ralph Tabler, leave in my cream colored coupe. We, Priscilla Bachle and Anna Mai-garet Connell, leave Ed Hines to Judy Gibson, with our regards. I, Rachel Bethea, leave my radical ideas to “Scoop” Briggs. I, Bill Balentine, leave my basketball techni- que to A1 Crawford. I, Stanley Day, leave my public speaking ability, my fancy dancing ability, and my “lay ’em in the aisles” personality to any an- tisocial junior. (Say, kids, wasn’t that nice and modest of me ?) I, Paul Lawhead, leave Prescott high without an electrical engineer. I, Jake Weber, leave my streamlined figure to “Gubby” Lebsch. I, Mickey Reid, leave my giggle to any one who will take it. I, Charles Bones, will my deep voice to Allen Tope. If I, Robert Kively, leave anything, it will be because I forgot it. We, Bob Mills, Carl Kawulok, John Maly- jurek, and Charles Jones, leave for a non-stop trip to Humboldt. I, Mary Gladys Flanagan, leave to start housekeeping. I, David Campbell, leave my “Pinokes” prac- tically everywhere. I, Gloria Rollins, give and bequeath my “blush” to some innocent junior. I, Leo Kellv. leave, but I’ll probably be back. I, Harry Gay, leave in a cloud of dust. I, Joe Flores, gladly will my worries in jour- nalism to some poor junior. We, Jack Wyly, Joe Miller, and Jim Sheldon, leave by request, so refuse to leave anything. I, Fay Gibbs, leave stealthily taking the class dues with me. I, Ina Ruth Crose, remorsefully give up my monoply on the piano to Norma Jane Ernest. I, Mack Courtland, would like to present Sterman Payne with a “natural” wave for his hair. I, Ruth Gardner, leave two lipsticks and a badly battered compact to Ann Jones. I, Jean Pearsall, leave Donnie and Ronnie to carry on. I, Mildred Dowell, will my quiet ways to Marian Potter. I, Junior Browning, leave my gestui’es in speech making to some future orator. We, Verona Despain, Marie Haby, and Betty Craver, leave our names for new ones. I, John Kirk, leave more room for future classes. I, Martha Smith, leave my hoarse voice to the next yell leader. We, Irene Hatch and Eudora Tenney, leave the remains of the girls’ glee club with hopes for a harmonius future. I, Homer Combs, leave my “rough and ready” personality to Sterling McIntosh. I, Robert Goekler, leave my interest in “hams” to some future radio enthusiast. I, Vesta Bradley, leave my formula for pro- ducing red hair. Ij Lester Womack, give to Joe Love one set of slightly used whiskers. We, Pat Watkins and Bob Welch, leave our many “nooks” to Nicks and Christy. I, Pinkie Jackson, give my ability to sing popular songs to John Frericks, hoping it still isn’t too late. We, Donald and Duane Cumings, leave many guessing about our relationship. I, Margaret Yoakum, bequeath my sweet smile to some one who needs it. We, Elaine Sanders and Ruth Moore, give our mild manners to some very needy sopho- mores—whether they be boys or girls.

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Class Know ye all men by these present that we, the class of nineteen hundred and forty of Prescott High School, residing in the city of Prescott, with unexcelled mentality and extra- ordinary minds, do hereby make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament. To the faculty we leave our deepest sym- pathy for the loss of such gifted students. We leave the argument over caps and gowns to be settled by “Pop” McNarie, our class ad- visor who has always helped us over the “hard spots.” I, Max Edwards, will my ability to do, act, say, and be what the student body wants a president to do, act, say, and be to the next student body president. 1, Jeanne Evans, leave my love for athletics to George McKay. We, Nora Atkins and Foster Neil, leave to any other inseparables—happiness. I. Elbert Johnson, leave my footsteps for three others to follow in. I, Leah Bunker, will my soprano voice to Jennie Maye Rosenblatt. We, Beverly and Berniece Collins, leave the Bailer twins to keep the teachers tongues twisted. I, Ted Cathey, leave in the nick of time. I, Bill Price, leave in my flying machine. I, Caralyn Hill, leave my long, lustrous, natural black hair to Janet Wood. I, Owen Campbell, leave at last. I, Chester Knight, leave my excuses filed in the office, to be bound and published as “short stories.” I, William Hubbard, leave my “Jitterbug- ging” ability to Bill Nicks. I, Don Ericson, leave for the mountains with my animal traps. I, Rosetta Johnson, will my place in the library to Virginia McCoy. I, Louise Holder, leave in Ralph Tabler’s car. I, Kenneth Eckert, leave my “ace” to Bill Lynch. I, Celia Mae Jackson, leave without delay. I, Eugene Harper, leave my driving ability to J. C. Mitchell. I, Millicent McDonald, leave to join Fred Astaire. We, Betty Medd and Darrell Christopherson, leave for Skull Gulch, together as usual. I, Salvador Benegas, leave my quiet ways to Lupe Sanchez. I, Nancy Post, leave my beautiful set of teeth—in a glass of water over night. I, Richard Clark, leave just as quietly as I came in. I, Judy Garrett, leave my colored top to Mr. Bast. I, Elmer Lenz, leave before they change their minds. I, Herbert Miller, leave my levis to Mr. Doty. I, Betty Joe Geimer, leave in search of Rhett Butler. I, Charley Van Thomas, will my ability to draw on desks to John Nutter. I, Helen Harris, left Bob Masters for Chris- tie Allison. I, Doris Kidwell, leave my red hair to Dolores Johnson. I, Doyle Whitlow, gladly give my blond curls to Felice Mignella. I, Orville Lawson, hope to leave. I, Donald Lanning, will my skiing ability to Miss Cary. Happier landings! ! I, Towney Fall, leave in a tailspin. I, Bill Travis, leave my slim waisted figure to Dean Collins. I, June Willard, leave the chemistry crocks full—of gum. I, John Blount, leave on two wheels. I, Sidney Maynard, leave the campus speed limit for someone else to observe. We, Virl Bristow and Ray Haymore, leave on the milk truck, as we came in. I, Arthur Converse, leave my ability to run —from the women, to Bill Orthel. I, Evan Swann, leave my gift of gab to Henry Schroeder. I, Floyd Mahl, leave—the only one in the Camera Club with my dues paid. I, Wayne Loving, leave in my supercharged tomato can. I, Bob Madrid, not being selfish, leave Pat to a junior. I, Marjorie Pitchford, am thinking about Dick, so don’t bother me. We, Cecil Smith and Leon Shafer, leave our lovely red locks to sophomore girls unsuccess- ful with henna. I, Jack Milner, leave everything in an up- heaval. I, Pete Calkins, leave an empty seat in the Chino Valley bus. I, Olen Stevens, leave my mechanical thumb to future hitchhikers. I, Edward Maloof, leave my credits to any despairing junior. I, Keith Turley, leave my “wink” to Wayne Frericks, with specific directions. I, Marilyn Miller, leave without playing the clarinet solo.

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Mr. Watkins ADVISER John Frerichs PRESIDENT Shirlie Born TREASURER ; Front Row: Shirlie Born, Dorothy Baxter, Helen Bashaw, Betty Lo Aiken, Julian Briggs, Lorraine Bragg, Robert Carothers, Lorraine Atkins, Lela Adkinson, Mane Beckmen Barbara Cooper Back Row: Vickie Angeleri, Newell Clark, Alfred Cleveland, Edward Blair, Albert Brady, Jr., Frank Crites, Ted Bronson, Claude Blount, Charles Akin. Not In Picture: Walter Acrey, Stanley Allen, Dawn Bennett, Darlene Cripe.