Thorntown High School - Exode Yearbook (Thorntown, IN)

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T ' We, the Seniors of Thorntown High School, realizing that we are soon to pass through the portals into the land of Tomorrow, do hereby make this our last will and testament, believing it to be the best last will and testament ever yet devised by any Senior Class iors ever to inhabit the high school, we leave our picture to remind other classes who come after us of their illustrious forebears Secondly Our footsteps in the sands of time we leave to serve as ex amples of the way in which other students should walk Thirdly and Lastly Our finger prints on the walls and in books where they should not be, we leave behind to show others that by our finger prints we shall be known I, Patsy Asher, do bequeath to all the Junior girls, Sam Cranford, just he won't become interested in one girl I, Carolyn Caldwell, do bequeath my even temper to Eva Veach, it keeps eyes from getting red I, Barbara Fisher, do bequeath my Chemistry book to anyone who can understand it I had it a whole year and it d1dn't teach me a thing He, Sandra Morris and Jerrianne Craig, do bequeath our interest in other schools to Patty Russell and Nancy Piety I, Sue Venis, do bequeath my ability to sing one of the leads in the operetta to Betty Stackman I, Ruth Mullen, do bequeath my ability to get and keep a man to Mildred Bailey I, Phyllis Cravens, do bequeath my ability to go to a ball game and watch and understand it, to all the Freshman girls I, Carol Long, do bequeath my yell leading out fit to the lucky Fresh man girl who gets to use it next year Be careful with it, it has least three more years wear in it I, Sylvia Morrow, do bequeath my studiousness to Jack Patterson, It really does help to know what you're talking about I, Max Price, do bequeath my basketball uniform No 23 to anyone who can do it justice We, Harold Jones and Gene James do bequeath our careful driving to Bill Russell and ED Price. I, Glenn Coffman, do bequeath my ability to get along with Miss Nichols to Junior Timmons. It only results in two or three yellow slipsil six weeks. I, Susie Ruckle, will my long black hair to Alma Davis. It really helps to lure men, Alma. I, Eddie Castetter, do bequeath my sister Sue to Norma Kincaid. Take care of her, Norma, when I'm not here. We, Johnnie Altum, Freeman Pollard, Eddie Woodard, and David McDonald will our ability to get along together to all the Freshman girls. Re- member girls L1nited we stand, divided we fall. I, Ronnie Gant, do bequeath my little brother Donnie to Mr. Smitley. Really, Mr. Smitley, he is a nice boy. I, Marjorie Moore, will my booth at the show to Donna Venisg that way you don't miss a thing going on uptown, I, Carol York, will my ability to be a successful 'bushwhacker' to any- one who likes an evening of entertainment. I, Walter Richey, do bequeath my blush to Cliff Beesley: it pays to act embarrassed sometimes, Cliff. I, Barbara Merrill, will my height to Beverley Gant I, Dave Southworth, will my steady dating to Bob Howe. I, Bill Randel, resident of this brilliant class, do bequeath my d 1 bilit 5 B111 an d . leanfxg Ep annie fs gay of uafaifacne year 1953 Signed. Sealed. and 1'0- corded by the Senior Class of Thorntown High School. Q,'lf?'rv Firstly: Believing that we are the smartest and the best looking sen- I so , my . O Q . ' at

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dw FJMMW Some say that dreams are but idle fancy but I say dreams are my working plans Upon the unforseen future I would play in contemplation of what lies beyond the portal in the Garden of Tomorrow All this do I dream while Seniors flit the hours away in the enchanted garden. My dreams extend far into the Future, so far, in fact, that our earthly life has been exhausted. You have all assumed your deserv ing posts along the Road of Heaven As I end my earthly journey and make my entrance into the Great Beyond, I am told that my presence marks 1001 for the Thorntown Class of '53 At this Entrance Gate of Heaven I am given my possessions a pair of wings, a snow white robe, and a halo Now I am on my own! I cross the portal and immediately the beautiful angelic voice of Susie Ruckle falls on my ears. My eyes follow her music and I see her with all the grace and poise an angel could possess, leading the Choir of Heaven After rehearsal we meet and Susie introduces me to some of her choir members I have made previous acquaintances with only two of them Issed soprano I inquire about my other classmates and am told to continue my journey along the Road of Heaven where I will find all of them at their heavenly tasks I have traveled but a short distance when I see Phyllis Cravens and Barbara Fisher standing guard over the Star of Bethlehem They are very busy peering through their numerous sun lit telescopes looking for flying saucers that might hinder the beautiful rays of this sacred star. I decide not to bother them and looking to the other side of the road, I find walter Riche and Max Price attempting to transform the smallest stars into baskeiballs and using their halos as the baskets I try to get their attention, but they are so busy committing earthly fouls that my attempts are in vain As I wander farther down this Road of Heaven I am suddenly pushed a side by the Littlest Angel I had read so much about in my earthly days As he zooms past in pigeon toed action, chasing his halo as usual, I recognize Gene James I fly to my feet with the help of two rescuers whom I recognize as Carolyn Caldwell and Marjorie Moore They tell my they have been appointed to act as angelic nurses to aid those who unfortunately come in too close contact with the Littlest Angel Before I have time utter a word of thanks,they are gone on another mission L..s I happen to peer overhead and notice Carol on and Johnnie Altum who are performing the artistic work of Heaven They are rearranging stars, fluffing clouds, adding a touch of blue sky here and there, and doing numerous other tasks which make the Heavens appear more beautiful. Looking a little farther I also see Freeman Pollard, Davlg ugponalg, and Eddie Woodard who are very busy shining stars. They seem to have a method of mass production-Freeman blows on the stars, David shines, and Eddie throws them back in place. 'I b Ronnie Gant who sings star-lit bass and Sue Venis who sings moon- k . 0 to