Rutland High School - Norwester Yearbook (Rutland, OH)

Page 25 text:

LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the Senior Class of Rutland High 3chool, City of Rutland, County of Meigs, and State of Ohio, being of sound mind and memory, and considering the uncertainty of tnls frail and transitory life, do therefore make, ordali pub- lish, and declare this to be our last will and testament. First, we leave to the Junior class our merits, our school spirit, and our unblemished reputation to be used as a standard to which they, the next Senior class of this school, shall strive. To the Sophomore Class we bequeath our good looks. To the Freshman Class we leave our prominent standing. To the Eighth Grade we leave our Intelligence. To the Seventh Grade we leave permission to grow up. To Helen Taylor we leave Betty Preston's quietness. To Maxine Siders-—Janet Theobald leaves the broken hearts of the Junior class. To Lanada Thomas we leave Geraldine Minor's slendernes To Eugene R1chards we leave Esther Tiliis' tyolng ability. To Clark Nichols we leave Bill Perry's success as a farmer. To John Thomas we leave James Grueser's bashfulness. To Amos Cross we leave Ruth Cross' ability to get work done on time. To Carol Snowden we leave Bill Buck's driving ability. To Maxine Rumfield we leave Naomi Graham's talking ability. To Lewi Rupe we leave Ralph Swan's singing ability. To Frank Starbuck we leave Dana Barton's wavy red hair. To Raymond Rupe we leave Tommy Donahue's willing and able way. To Joan Utsinger we leave Beulah Kennedy's dignity. To Kenneth Haley we leave Leroy Kessinger's scholastic standing. To Mary Warner we leave Hazel Burney's cheerfulness. To Herbert Gray we leave Max Bolen's ability to sleep in class. To Jack Delraar we leave Ronald Siders' attendence recor To Bill Brown we leave Carl Morris' dancing ability. I leave the Job as lawyer to anyone who wants it. To the faculty we leave peace and quiet that they have ot had during our years of high school.

Page 27 text:

Dear Classmates, can you realize, 118 time to say good-bye, To all our friends and teachers, At dear old Rutland High? We have a few pangs of regret, As our memory fondly recalls, The many busy but happy hours, We have spent within these walls. We were thrilled with our Importance, As we entered our Freshman year. But we hoped that no one else could see, How our hearts were quaking with fear. The next year found us Sophomores The word means a wise fool, And our class was unanimously voted, The wisest in the school. As Juniors we began to realize, That our task was extremely great, When we found how much work must be done, Ere a diploma we could rate. When we became Seniors, it seemed to us, The goal was coming In sight. As we started plans for a program, For our Commencement Night. To the teachers whose patience we have tried With all our school kid pranks, And to the parents who look on us with pride We owe a vote of thanks. To each of you, much credit is due, For your guidance along the way, It is your help that made possible, Our Graduation Day. When in old age we think with pleasure, Of the days that have gone by, There are none we shall more fondly treasure That those days spent at Rutland High . May we do our life's ’-rork in such a way, Tho' the honor be small or great, That in future years, you may all be proud, Of the Class of 148 '.