Townville High School - Memories Yearbook (Townville, PA)

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Pagel-4 BLUGOLD ' QhhHHMhhhhMhhhhhhkhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhQKQQD619HHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Colass Cwill We, the Senior class of Steuben-Townville High School of Crawford county, state of Penn- sylvania, in this year of our Lord nineteen hundred and thirty-seven, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby make, establish and declare this to be our last will and testament. In order to secure a lasting remembrance of our most brilliant class, we give and be- queath the following: To the Juniors we leave our Senior dignity. To the Sophomores we leave our ability to study our lessons and to conduct an orderly classroom. To the Freshmen we leave our highclass ideas. To the faculty we leave our gratitude for their kind help in keeping us rowing, not drifting. Some of our classmates being well blessed with worldly possessions, bequeath the follow- ing to members of the under-classes who have not been so fortunate as they: Eloise Barr leaves her motherly affection for Braden Lake to Margaret Kingsley. Rex Holcomb leaves his well-beaten path to Titusville to Harland Corliss. To future class presidents, Katherine Band- ley leaves her ability to argue with Mr. Durfee. Irene Hanna willingly bequeaths her way with men to Frances Arnold. To anyone so inclined Genella Shorts leaves her rhythmical swing. Evelyn Clark leaves her formula on how to keep thin to Evelyn Markley. Doris Johnson leaves her ability to master French to all future French students. Margaret Squier leaves her membership to the Man-haters Club to Josephine Hellem. To anyone who needs them, Eva Mae Lee's sophisticated airs. Kenneth Jochum leaves his farming ability to Frank Woolstrum. To Hazel Fiske, Mabel Woolstrum's inabil- ity to grow tall. Janet Carpenter leaves her bashful ways to Louise Doerr. Louise Ingraham leaves her coquettish glances to anyone who can acquire the art. Dorothy Carpenter leaves a well-filled date- book to Edna Van Cise. Mary Ellen Peavy leaves her intellectual ability to Clinton McLaren. Cherry Johnson leaves all her discarded engagement rings to Gladys Mosher. Gertrude Ghering does not want to leave Bud to anyone and as for other worldly pos- sessions she has none. Grace Werling leaves her ability to cook to Lillian Smith. Vivian Culver leaves her stubborn ways to Rachal Mallinee. Mignon Abraham leaves her ambitious na- ture to anyone who wants it. To our fellow classmates we leave the priv- ileges we didn't get, the gum we couldn't chew, the lectures we got, the low grades we didn't want, the paper wads we couldn't throw, and the famous people they wouldn't let us be. All the rest of our property not herein disposed of we give and bequeath to Mr. Dur- fee, for his use and benefit, to be disposed of for the good of the coming, and as he may see fit. And of this, our last will and testament, we appoint Mr. Durfee sole executor. And in witness thereof we, the Senior class of nine- teen hundred and thirty-seven, set our hand and seal on this twenty-eighth day of May, ninete-en hundred and thirty-seven. Mignon Abraham. uhmmhhwwhhhhannahawhhahwwawhhwwhhhhhG19GBGP?whenhmmMahhwhhhmmehawemawawwhhaauwmm

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v BLUGOLD Page13 QWnhhfehHHHQHHHMHHMHHHHHMHQHMMHMQHHMHQQU new-nueeseaesfeaaaeseeseosfeeeeewaa-Qaewewezwawh .7 .iuroplzecy on cz Rose England! Blue skies, castles and flowers! Three weeks ago I left American soil, to see the land of kings. Today I was invited to the home of a young nobleman. After tea I strolled into the garden to see thousands of beautiful flowers-lilacs, zenias and larkspurg the sun shone brightly and as a faint warm breeze kissed my cheeks, everything dazzled, and I stooped and picked a rose, an American Beauty Rose! And in the center of that rose came a picture, a picture of a graduating class in nineteen hundred and thirty-seven. Yes, ten years have passed and the class has wandered -wandered to goals then unknown. Intently I watched our class flower, and as I gazed upon it, it faded, and on each petal ap- peared a classmate. A voice came to my ears. Mark time! Left- Right-Left-Rightg Forward march! Didl rec- ognize that voice? Yes, it was the voice of my dear classmate, Mignon Abraham, teaching a physical education class at Slippery Rock. On another petal, I see the lights of Holly- wood blazing the name Genella Shorts, star- ring in a 1947 production of Swing Time. Who is this? Horn-rimmed glasses, a book, and a pointer. Why, I believe it is Evelyn Clark. Yes! She's teaching a kindergarten class on Higby Hill. Another petal! Here is one of our boys. This is Rex Holcomb, our author. He has just finished a book entitled, How To Keep Happy Tho' Married. On this petal I see a great circus in action -elephants, monkeys, kangaroos, and clowns, but my attention becomes centered on a little group at one side, for Mabel Woolstrum is posing as the midget of the stage. As I turn the rose, I see a saleslady knock- ing at the door of a little cottage. A child comes to the door, she calls her mother and the former Janet Carpenter appears. The sales- lady speaks, Wouldn't you like to buy a sub- scription to our paper? I am Irene Hanna, an agent for the Curtis Publishing Company? Next I see that the former Grace Werling has spent the first nine years of her married life seeing America first in a trailer. What is this? I don't understand. Oh, now I know! Mr. E. H. Durfee, our principal, has retired from his position in the Townville school, and who stands in his place but Doro- thy Carpenter! Believe me, she rules that school with an iron hand. In a little shop on a busy little street in New York, I see Vivian Culver. She has made good use of her vocational training at Town- ville and handles her little delicatessen shop in true business fashion. Now this is something different, a white dress and capg I am sure it is Doris Johnson. Well, look what she is working on-a woman! Yes. Doris studied beauty culture, and with a little bit more make-up applied with those skillful hands, I'll bet that woman won't look the same. And here is Cherry. She is a nurse now. We certainly can't say those Johnson girls ' don't do their part for humanity. Well, what is this? A low rambling house with cactus growing around it. Someone is sitting on the patio. Have you guessed? It is Louise Ingraham with her cowboy husband. Incidently, when Louise went west, she took her guitar with her. On another petal I see the former Gertrude Gheringg she is in a boat with her husband. Yes, she's still fishing. On a great stage in Chicago, I hear pouring forth from a trumpet the clear notes of Schu- bert's March Militaire, played by Eva Mae Lee, our trumpet soloist. Here on this rose petal is a picture of a large, prosperous looking farm. A large sign says, Model Farm of America. I wonder who lives here. Maybe the mailbox will tell us. Let us look. Kenneth W. Yochum! That must be what Kenny was planning for when he studied agriculture so industriously back at Townville. As I look into my rose I see in the rush and hurry in New York City a familiar face. Can it be true? ,Yes, Eloise Barr has reached the height of society life. She is one of the four hundred. I think she married a Dupont. A dinner party in the White House? The grace and ease of the charming hostess sug- gests my making a closer observation. She is none other than Mary Ellen Peavyf' From the role of first in the Senior class of 1937 she has become First Lady of the Land in 1947. And last of all, I see Margaret Squier, still back in Townville. She is trying to make up her mind as to which estate she would rather hold a share in, the Slingluff, the Ellison, or the Lamb. The pictures fade-but my rose remains. Yes, for a few brief moments I have been back in Townville with my classmates. And again a faint, warm breeze ruffles the petals of my rose and I return to reality. All this is a strange world to us today, for fate is our only guide, and little do we know where it will lead us. However, we cannot stop with fate-we must keep rowing and not drifting. Katherine Bandley. Hbhhhhhhhhhhhhkhhhhhhhaoihhkhhhhhhhhgb BWaHQMMHQMHHHHHMHHQHHHHMMHMQhhhhkhkhhak

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