Roosevelt High School - Ranger Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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CLASS WILL WE, the class of January, 1937, realizing that we arc about to leave the halls of Roosevelt forever do leave as our last will and testament: We, as a class, do leave our senior superiority to the next eighth term class. I, Paul Hansen, do leave two things; first, I do leave to some member of the June, ’37, class my super-part in the Senior Class Play; and, second, I do leave my ability to keep the senior class quiet (?) to the next senior class president. I, Russell Y'olm, do leave my “Dutch Bob to the originator of the Mike-rophone questionnaire. I, Alan Dean, do l cqucaih the works of Ossendowski and Dostoievski to some enterprising member of the next English 8 class. I, James Wilson, do leave my ability to run errands for Mrs. Dilio to Bob Fassett. I. Charles Nelson, do leave my office without portfolio in the Student Body Room to Ralph Johns. I. Harold Hansen, do leave to Mr. Smith, the inimitable | cdagogue, this quaint hit of doggerel: “Hitch your car to a star. Keep your seat and there you are.” I, Chester Haliski, do bequeath my seat in the “Third Avenue Theater to Ralph Muir. I, Bill Likins, do leave my place on the absentee slip to Max Nettleton. I. Jack Okazaki, do leave my power as an elocutionist to Miss Cartmcll. We. Andrew Vachter and Donald Sloan, do leave the Oaks Rink to no one and the soccer team to Mr. Smith. I, Jim Merrill, do bequeath my ability to attract the weaker sex to a most worthy recipient, John Merryman. I. Pat Smith, do leave the music department to Miss Hollenbeck and Mr. Handzlik. 1. Frank Ferguson, do leave school finally. (The first five years are the hardest). I, Adolph Krebs, do leave my ability as a senior class livewirc to the next culprit. 1, Roderick McNeil, do bequeath the horizontal bar to Richard Niska. I, Clyde Loak, do leave my place on the basketball team to go to work in the woolen mills. I. Chester Cunningham, do leave my soup-strainer to 1 Iarry Ketrenos. I. William Tweed, do l cqueath my uncombed hair to Roxy Nelscn. I, Bonita Madsen, do hereby bequeath my pugnacious instinct to the Drake Twins. I. Naomi ('lark, do bestow my sweet disposition on Wendell Johnson. We, Mara Lee and Marjorie Dominick, do leave our close resemblance to the Bicr-mann Twins. We, Dorothy Eakin and Charles Prentice, do take each other for belter or worse. I, Marion (Irimm, take everything I possess, because I need it. I, Naoma Lehman, do leave my artistic ability to Leonard You nee. I. Arlene Horn, do bestow my bashfulness to Mr. Rourkc. I. May Harrison, leave my soft-voiced shyness to Jo Sievers. I. Alverta Nagi., do leave my loquacious temperament to anyone who can get by with it. I, Olive Moser, do leave my snappy black eyes to Mr. York. We. Florence McRae, Margret Johansen, and Esther Spoerli, do leave as we entered, collectively.

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The mighty voice of Russell Volm will make the rafters ring For to the notes of Rubinoff solos he will sing. Attention now to William Tweed, while kind fate he thanks For he shall Ik a Santa Claus each year at Meier and Frank’s. As for Andrew Vachtcr, that mighty man of brawn, He shall Ik the mower of Roosevelt’s green lawn. When little Jimmy Wilson was riding with a stork, He little thought that he would he the mayor of New York. Teaching elocution, despite her noble mind. Will be the work of Marceil Young, you’ll find. To choose one's own profession anyone is free, As for Esther Spoerli an actress she will Ik . Gabriel O’Connor swings high his clenched fists. For he is the leader of American Communists. He will he an orator and he will sway the trees, For this Woodrow Melton’s a second Demosthenes. There arc terrible tidings that we must tell you folks. Rut Jack Okazaki shall be a writer of jokes. There are some who cannot act. and there are some who can. Rut Stanley Oppertshauser would make a good “thin man. As adviser of the lovelorn, Ronita Madsen may Steer many thousands upon the narrow way. Now, probably Charles Nelson will he a prosperous one. For according to the fates a hock shop he will run. Rut p x r Charley Prentice will lead a dreary life, For when a model husband, he’ll he hen-pecked by his wife. As an owner of stock, Clyde I.oar will Re the guiding hand of a woolen mill. Pleasant will he the life-long work of Mr. Ray LcGall, From big rocks he’ll make little ones, surrounded by a wall. Some time in the future Florence McRae shall he The proud and wealthy owner of a I larlem haberdashery. As for Jimmy Merrill, he’ll go u|x n the stage, Rut after one performance they’ll put him in a cage. Unless something intervenes, Alvcrta Nagl will Re an unequalled gossip whose tongue is never still. In the future Donald Sloan is very surely meant To he a demonstrator of Sloan’s liniment. As for Olive Moser, we know that she will be A famous follies dancer in 1983. Fate to Rlanche Parsons this destiny will bring Of serving as a matron in good old Sing Sing. Some time in the future, Adolph Krebs will he seen The dynamic editor of “True Story magazine. June Saltus in the future will very surely be A sophisticated lady, daily serving tea. As for Naoma Lehman, says the decree of fate, She’ll Ik teaching history in 1998. According to Kismet shall Lillian Hubert Re a great musician; in fact another Shubert. Ended is this prophecy; it cannot he denied, For the decrees of destiny never yet have lied.

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I, June Saltus, do leave my ability to introduce speakers to the assembly to Mr. I ry. I, Blanche Parsons, do bequeath my ability to teach Spanish, to Mr. Bassett. I, Ruth Smith, leave my love for symphony music to other music lovers. I, La Verne Bilyeu, bestow my excess avoirdupois uj on Lillanna Kopp. I, Betty Soule, do leave my super grades in bookkeeping to some other strugglcr. I, Gladys Jermanis, leave my Grecian profile to Wayne Cutler. I, Marceil Young, do hereby leave my “silent love for Bartholemy to the Jefferson girls. I, Irene Bogart, do leave my ticklish temperament to Bill Tuggle. I, Doris Earl, do bestow on Bill Wiese, my exact timing of the tardy bells. I, Ray Le Gall, leave the portals of Roosevelt, and consider myself lucky. I, Stanley Oppertsiiauser, do leave my name to Albert Ricmcnschncider, and I hope that they may never be joined. I, Woodrow Melton, do leave my ability to make speeches on the stage to the next athletic commissioner. I, Gabriel O’Connor, do leave to Mr. Kalmbach the Literary Digest with its skillful political prognostications. I, Dale Brakerill, do leave St. Johns to John Bergin. I, Lynn, Allan Sherwood Stark, do leave with my four names. We, the undersigned, do witness and hereby affix our seals and signatures this twenty-second day of January in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred thirty-seven, and in the 14th year of the establishment of Roosevelt. DORIS EARL PAUL HANSEN