St Philip High School - Statuette Yearbook (Battle Creek, MI)

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I, Jimmy Stevens, will my Model A, which like the Luck of the Irish has weathered through every storm safe and sound, to Gene Ismirle, I, Bob Coulombe, do hereby bequeath my ability to get a week behind in my home- work to Margaret Barry. To Norman Valmossoi, I, Rollin Huard, sorrowfully bequeath my expressive eyes and certain pictures in my wallet. I hope you acquire the split personality needed to appreciate them. I, Marian Coulombe, will my roller skating skill to Dorothy Mrozovich. To go with the skill, I'l1 throw in the skates. I, Tom Harris, leave my unequaled ability of always getting the best of an argument, no matter what the case, to Jim Bush. I, jerry Hudon, reluctantly give my prized crutches and all the girls who came swoon- ing after me to Eddie Morrison. CAS if the crutches had anything to do with itlj I, Ardith O'Connell, leave my fond memories of shorthand class to Mary Donna Klukowski. But try to sit where Sister can't see you. I assure you, you'll be happier. To Joan Rozell, I, Donna Loricaric, give my here-today-gone-tomorrow bangs. They brighten the monotony. To Romeo Zanetti, I, Joe Kauffman, leave my primary interest in life, which is women. just don't let them dominate you. I, Dick LeBoeuf, bequeath rhy rust-proof curling iron to Al Kurzmann. It certainly has come in handy. A I, Dick Zande, bestow upon Eddie Morrison, the ringing of the bell. I know you won't find it monotonous. I, Pat Kelly, part with my love of the outdoors, especially bushes, and my charming ways to jean Thomas. To Joan Burgie, I, Corinne Secord, will my job at Ligget's. I hope you'll like the change from candy to cigars. I, Gertrude Osborn, leave my blond hair to Marie McCann. With a tiny bit of por- oxidc you might do the trick. g I, Dick Ell, donate to Norman Valmassoi, my 51.00 pipe and empty tobacco can. I'm sure the smell will be appreciated by all. To John Jansen, I, Hank Finney, leave my job as class photographer and my accu- mulated light-bulbs. I have never yet found myself in the dark. I, Lizzie Martin, solemnly bequeath my high regard for the color red and my much too natural aptitude for finding myself in a pickle , to Jane Scanlon. To Jim Bush, I, Dick Haan, sorrowfully' relinquish the privilege of being the only boy fgentleman, that isj, in the English class. I'm sure you'll take advantage of your opportunities. I, Helen Wheeler, part gladly with having to tell those extremely talkative girls in the back of the room to be quiet. I, James Beeson, leave my painstakingly acquired innocent expression which, I as- sure you, has done its part in keeping me out of trouble, to my sister, Pat. To Gene Ismirle, I, Ray Latowski, will my seeming quietness which has fooled many. I, Dolores Shepard, bestow upon Pat Reilly, my dancing ambitions and flair for danc- ing Cwhich helpsj. To Dorothy Dykstra, I, Mary Margaret Calhoun, leave my glee club formal, which ranks foremost among my souvenirs. I, Nancy Gubry, would like to pass on to Julia Lemm, the know-how to get along on the dance floor. Why, even a rhumba won't stop you now. I, Sally King, bestow my enormous love of potato chips and excessive talkativeness to Betty Oversmith. Signed by - Senior Class of '49. Witnessed by-Fibber Mr-Gee and Molly. 85

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Reunion of '59 As our red and white limousine approached the pine lodge at Kelly's famous resort, our gracious hostess, Pat, greeted us with a cheerful, Hi ya! Once inside, we could hear Bill Becoske's mel- low voice singing the current hit Temptation, as Sally King ac- companied him on her Baby Grand piano. In an adjoining room Tom Harris was busily dictating to his personal secretary, Helen Renkes, the latest facts concerning the Thayer vs. McCauley feud. CVirginia and Jeanette have been at it again.J Jean Kovach was lost in Connie Simrnond's latest book on How to Get a Man and Keep Him. She was suddenly distracted by the entrance of Sonny Huard and joe Kauffman, who are now renowned comedy stars on Broadway. Alarmed by the distressed cries of Help! we ran down to the beach in time to see Lifeguard Jack Sloma heriocally rescue the limp body of Dick Ell. The patient was left in the excellent care of nurses, Lola Chubinski and Louise Manarin. Just then, Melvin Herzing's Flying Clipper landed on the run- way. His trim stewardess, Jacqueline Black, opened the portal to reveal the Mr. Atlas of the year, Bob Coulombe. He was followed by a Maryknoll priest, Father Jerry Hudon. Catherine Barry, originator of the Put It On - Rub 'Em Off freckle cream came next. Mary Ann Conroy is her most loyal supporter. Lastly the elegantly dressed Madame Elizabeth Martin descended with her celebrated husband, Monsieur Ricardo LeBeouf, who sets the styles for men's apparel in Paris. We were very much saddened by the news that our classmates, Gemma Maddalena and Richard Zande, could not attend the re- union. It seems that they were working on a new experiment and their lab blew up. Both have not quite recuperated. Greta Mclntyre was also detained by the unexpected illness of her prize winning heifer. We never before realized that our class could boast such a variety of talents. 86