Shadeland High School - Echo Yearbook (Shadeland, IN)

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l, Jerry Flack, will and bequeath my ability to be short to Sheldon Stillions. I, Charles Angstadt, will and bequeath my ability to have troubles with my car to Sheldon Stillions. l. Jim Watt, will and bequeath my ability to behave to Dolores Hamilton. I, Ronnie Guse, will and bequeath my ability to go steady with a blonde to June Connelly. I, Richard Smith, will and bequeath my ability to be good in English to Edna Blain. 1, Tom Benner, will and bequeath my dish water blond hair to Harold Williams. I, Dale Haynes, will and bequeath my ability to sweep in the Home Economics room to Barbara Morris. I, Marylin Morgan, will and bequeath my ability to drive new cars to Sheldon Stillions. I, Lorene Graves, will and bequeath my old boy friends to Carolyn l-Ieemstra. I. Joan Remsburg, will and bequeath my b1ue.rim glasses to Dolores Hamilton. I. Dorothy Seyfried, will and bequeath my dark eyes and black hair to Marie Gee. I, Peggy O'Brien. will and bequeath my music ability to Carolyn l-Ieemstra. I, Marilyn Cockrell, will and bequeath my ability to go with fellows six feet two inches tall to Marie Gee. I, Thomasene Burtisfield, will and bequeath my ability to get on the honor roll to Marie Gee. l. Violet Leavitt, will and bequeath my ability to be a good kid to Harold Williams. We leave this our last will and testament in the hands of the faculty and the school. Signed The Senior Class of 1951 25

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Class Will We, the Seniors of nineteen hundred and fifty-one, being of sound mind and super- intelligence, and about to depart from Shadeland High School, wish to leave our most prized possessions to the faculty and underclassmen. First, to our excellent teachers we will: To Mr. Vance to do as wonderful a job with oncoming Seniors as he has done with us To Mrs. Vance we wish you better luck with the classes than you have had with us. To Mrs. Rosen patience and leadership with the next class Annual as she has had with us. To Mrs. Smith to keep all of our participles, gerunds and infinitives. To Mr. Hampton the ability to take charge of assemblies. To Mrs. Sommer fine voices and band instruments. To Mr. Pearl Thank you for everything. To Miss Krichbaum our success in the long road ahead. To the underclassmen: To the Freshmen our intelligence and honors. To the Sophomores our places in Government class. To the Juniors our long line of standing room along the assembly wall. And now individually we will to the future Senior Class as follows: l, Kenneth Butler, will and bequeath my ability to not have dates to Tom Funkhouser I, Gene Kirts, will and bequeath my ability to be studious to Harold Williams. I, Rosemary Hines, will and bequeath my ability to get an engagement ring to June Connelly. 1, Elaine Blain, will and bequeath my ability to get an A in Citizenship to Barbara Morris. I, Mary Bailey, will and bequeath my dimples to Dolores Hamilton. 1, Jean Remsburg, will and bequeath my big feet to Edna Blain, I, Bill Buamgardt, will and bequeath my wavy hair to Tom Funkhouser. I. Maurice I-Ieemstra, will and bequeath my ability to be a six footer to June Connelly. Z4

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Prophecy My girl friend and X were on a business trip from Los Angeles, California to New York City for the purpose of buying new clothes for a leading clothing store. In doing so we were very fortunate in having the opportunity to renew acquaintances with old friends from Shadeland, Indiana. Before leaving Los Angeles, we decided to stop in Pasadena at a garage to have our car checked, and who do you suppose was standing just outside the office? None other than JERRY FLACK, 'the owner. He had come out to California to visit relatives several years ago and had just decided to stay. Jerry looked well and his business seemed to he going along perfectly. After leaving Pasadena, we traveled on into desert land until we reached Needles, California, where we decided to spend the night. We thought we were seeing double when we went into the hotel, but suddenly we realized it was the former REMSBURG TWINS, Jean and Joan. Their husbands were in partnership operating a new hotel and the twins were the desk clerks. They don't have children but said that after they got better estab- lished, they could settle down and raise families. The next day we started out very early and got as far as Santa Fe, New Mexico, where we decided to rest our weary bones for the night. The next morning we awoke with a bang, for, you see, a new school was having open house that dayg and the children were going up and down the streets before school took up, yelling for everyone to come and visit their school. As we were very curious, we decided to visit the new school and MARYLIN MORGAN greeted us at the door. She is a nurse for the hospital and had just given the little first grade Mexicans a physical check up. She is living a happily marriedlife with her two little boys - and husband, of course. Marylin told us that if we would go to the commercial room we would find someone else we might accidently know. Sure enough, there was ELAINE BLAIN with a typing class of ten hand- some Mexican boys. Elaine and' Marylin went to college together and then decided to go West for jobs. Elaine is still single, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. We decided we would sleep that afternoon and then start out driving in the evening. About halfway to Wichita, Kansas we stopped at a little eating place. We noticed a large truck outside the restaurant, but never dreamed the driver would be GENE KIRTS. 'of course, where you see Gene you most generally see TOM BENNER, which was true, also. in this case. We were beginning to wonder if we were dreaming, after all this. Gene was driving the moving van to Arizona and Tom was accompaning him on this trip, as there was a letup on the farming season. Both are single and still looking! We arrived in Wichita the following afternoon and decided to go shopping. As we were entering a clothing store, we ran right into a woman who had packages piled so high we couldn't tell for a moment who she was. After apologizing, however, we discovered it was the former THOMASENE BURTSFIELD. Thommy is happily married and also has a good job as secretary with a large firm in Wichita. After spending a most delightful night at Thomasene's home, we traveled on to Kansas City, Missouri. About ten miles just outside Kansas City our car stalled, and, since neither of us knew anything about the mechanism of a car, we started out walking to the nearest house to call out a Wrecker. ' 26