Steamboat Springs High School - Galleon / Sailors Log Yearbook (Steamboat Springs, CO)

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I, Doris Birkett, leave my cheerleading ability to Diane Light. Barbara Brunner generously leaves her singing voice to Ted Dunker. I, Donald Kinney, leave, after much afterthought, my curly hair to Joe Cruse. To Donald Dismuke, Norma Chritton contributes her artistic ability. Barbara Clay wills her seductive voice to Marlene Crawford. Kaye Cross leaves her little, black Ford in the able hands of Alderic Scoggins. With serious consideration Bob Lager leaves his slightly used typing paper to Jimmy Smith. I, Margaret King, do hereby will my ability to make high marks to Jack Sprengle. Donna Williamson wills her quietness to Myra Montoya. To LaVonne Blake, Ramona Ferguson leaves her twirling batons. Keith Wegeman leaves his skiing ability for Katy Rodolph and Billy Gear to fight over. Rosa Dixon wills her engagement ring to Ann Carter. I, Jack Eckstine, do hereby will my convertible to Imogene Hitchens. To Glen Barber, Dick Waggoner leaves his ability to be tardy. Vance wills his argumentative ability to the worthy Delores Fairbanks. I, Verna Hidy, do hei’eby bequeath my excellent articulation to Billy Cullen. Harriet Kemry wills her ability as authoress of horse stories to Evelyn Shelton. Kenneth Kinsey wills Ann Carter to the lucky guy that can take care of her. Jean McFarlane wills her “come on smile” to Bob Schriner. I, Enid Reynolds, willfully give my saxophone to Barbara Hulburd. To the able Marian Morris, Terry Scott bestows his prize collection of jokes. Bob Scott, being of sound mind, wills his shyness to LuGray Hulburd. Ilagrace Webber leaves her drum majorette ability to Shirley Arnold. Eloise Wheeler wills her chubbiness to Betty Sue Tomlinson. I, Elsie Zulian, do hereby bequeath my “voice with a smile” to Betty Hill. Naomi Murphy unselfishly wills her high heels to Emma Lou Waggoner. Barbara Barker wills her gorgeous tresses to Janie Zulian. James Clay wills his broad shoulders to Delmar Shorthose. To this school, our beloved Alma Mater, in order to show our appre- ciation of all that it has done for us, we do, in this last will and testament, hereby bequeath the amount of ten thousand memories, with which to erect a bronze tablet, a lasting memorial of this Senior Class of 1947. (SEAL)

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Oun ,cut TOM a cd ‘Te tamettt Being of sound mind and of a disposing disposition, we, of this Senior Class of Steamboat Springs High School, do hereby will and bequeath the following articles: To the Board of Education, that has so generously provided for us during these four years past, we do hereby bequeath all the broken window panes and chairs, the finger prints on the walls, and the ink stains on the floors and desks, these same to be held in trust for the succeeding grades. To our highly esteemed superintendent of public schools, Mr. Hahn, we bequeath the new book of rules that this present class has labored over so faithfully for the past months, said book containing provisions for an increase of holidays to one, bi-weekly, changing the hour for opening at one, with two recesses fifty-nine minutes each. Said book also recommends the purchase of a silver waiter, on which the credits of promotion be pre- sented to the pupils, instead of the old way of studying for them. To our beloved principal, Mr. Sauer, we bequeath our undying love and affection, with the request that he give to the next class the same guidance and justice that he so generously meted out to us. As a visible token of this love and affection, we also bequeath to the said Mr. Sauer, all the old caps, belts, knives, fountain pens, pencils, vanity cases, lipsticks and ragged books that he has so jealously guarded for the past months. To our much-loved teachers, each and every one, we bequeath a liberal yearly annuity of examination papers to grade, note-books to correct, and averages to make. To the library we bequeath all the detective stories, Wild West Maga- zines and other junk we prized so highly and read so carefully all year. To the janitor of this Steamboat Springs High School, we bequeath all the mud we have tracked into the building, all the chewing gum, so generously stuck on the floors, and the millions of loose papers in the desks. To the Junior Class, following us, we do hereby bequeath our old seats, with the tacks that tear our clothes; our old books, with most of the leaves loose or gone; all the mistakes we made, and all the knowledge we failed to learn. To the same class, we bequeath the proud privilege of being Seniors and lording it over the younger ones, of always heading the lines and getting the choicest seats and food during lunch. I, Margaret Anderson, will my height to Jimmy Early. Gerald Arnold wills his herd of cows to Marvin Crawford, knowing they will be well taken care of. I, Marian Barnes, being of sound mind, bequeath my poise to Elsie Merrifield.

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'PiofiAecy (The next few pages are printed without the pel-mission of Don Kinney, notorious filling-station robber.) December 4, 1968. Dear Diary: In the last five months I have been taking a two weeks’ tour of the United States which lias convinced me that my 1932 Plymouth is worn out. I left Sing Sing at midnight July 1st, and went straight to New York City. There I met Rosa Dixon who is a boarding-house keeper for knitting-factory girls. From her I learned that Doris Birkett, w-ho is doomed to be an old maid, is in charge of the fumigating department at Ellis Island. Also in New York are Barbara Clay, who is one of the higher- ups in Norma Chritton’s chewing-gum factories, and Jean McFarlane, the famous tight-rope walker. Upon arriving in Washing-ton, I barely missed Senator Barbara Barker. It is rumored that Harriet Kemry, after serving four terms as White House cook, and having become acquainted with all the state secrets, has decided to run for president. That is a shame, be- cause Mrs. Ratraps, the former Miss Naomi Murphy, has enjoyed her past ten years there. Down in Hilltop County, Arkansas, I met Jack Eckstine, manager of the local general store. He informed me that Kaye Cross had invested her last cent in a chewing tobacco factory processing firm ten years ago, and today she is the wealthiest woman in Tennessee. I wanted to stop in St. Louis and chat with Jim Clay, head of the local police force, but a man with my record has to consider a thing like that from several angles. While in Kansas City, I heard Ilagrace Webber’s orchestra, “The Sleepy Sixteen,” play. Singing on the same program was the famous opera star, Miss Barbara Brunner. She is a successful writer of songs, her latest two being “We Both Chewed the Same Stick of Gum,” and “When Papa Threw the Bootjack at the Cat.” It is rumored that she sells these hits through Kenneth Kinsey’s musical agency. I left for Colorado broke and low on gas. From then on I obtained my gas and oil free of charge (one way or another). I found very few people in Steamboat that I recognized. Donna Williamson is proprietress of a millinery shop under the trade name of the “Three Dollar Hat Shop, No Two Alike.” I learned from her that the president and co-owner of the “World-Wide Spaghetti and Meat-Ball Works” in New Mexico is Gerald Arnold. I spoke with Dick Waggoner who was very worried at that time. It seems that his “Builders, Contractors, and What-Nots” were low- bidders on a new bridge across Butcherknife Creek. On the edge of town are the mansions of Elsie Zulian and Enid Reyolds, both retired inventors. Just a week before, Eloise Wheeler, who has spent the last two years traveling the globe in search of a husband, announced that she and her next door neighbor are to be married in the next two weeks. Keith Wegeman is now in Egypt. Pursuing his love for archaeology, he became associated with a famous band of Egyptologists, and is now serving them, very successfully, as a water carrier. I stopped in Rangely and visited Bob Lager, who supplies the city with fresh dairy products. He is dis- couraged, though. He says the people are much more interested in their oil than in his milk.