Ukiah High School - Wildcat Yearbook (Ukiah, CA)

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I, Evelyn Koory, leave my gift of gab to Kenneth Mahurin. I, Betty Lawrence, leave my size to anyone who doesn't have to play basketball center. I, Doris Lawrence, leave my head of flaxen curls to Genevieve Doran. I, Fred Ledeboer, leave to Yasuo Wada my numerous athletic awards. I, Hale McCoWen, leave to Earline Abbott my ability to never get flustered. I, Doris Moulton, with due respect to the stern faculty, leave my ability to chew gum in class and get away with it to Veltha Davis. I, Gail Neuhaus, leave to Cecille McClendon my domineering personal- ity. I, Carol Nevin, leave my position as yell leader to Olive Cromwell. I, June Parker, leave to Arzelle Dennen my unexplainable popularity. I, Arnold Rains, leave my post of Butterball King to Thoren Fravel. I, Laurence Rogers, leave to Charles Norfolk my firmly knit Grecian figure. I, Margaret Romer, leave my stately way of walking to Betty Nehring. I, Eleanor Schneider, leave to Frances Hill my ability to laugh at the worst of Mr. Chessall's jokes. I, Hal Storer, leave my reputation as a Don Juan to Ernest Thornton. I, James Stougton, fhaving no desire to rememberj leave to Don We- selsky the memories of my train ride to Fort Bragg on March 16. I, Lucille Lange, leave to Edna Sanderson my numerous musical talents. I, Ralph Thompson, leave my boisterous ways to Glenn Gibson. I, Viola Tindall, leave my numerous brain convolutions to Frances Hub- bard. I, Hazel Turri, leave to Kazue Onomiya my rank of Ukiah Hi's Home Run King. I, Sylvia Ulvila, leave to Julia Broggi my position as Girls' League President. I, Bartow Van Voorhis, leave to anyone who is capable of filling it, my position of Student Body President. I, Harvey Weatherhead, leave the goal unguarded in the hopes that Don Weselsky can put as many points in it as I have done. I, George Wenglein, leave to Milton Ford my pernicious appetite for those good apple pies. I, Virginia West, leave my love for flowers, bugs and things to Florence Miller. I, Chaplin Williams, leave to Lloyd McAfee my outstanding scholastic ability. I, J une Williams, leave my MaeWestian accents to Betty Ryder. I, Victor Williams, leave my knowledge of a Royal Typewriter to Miss Perry. I, Elaine Morgan, leave to Adelina Graziano my map of Calpella. I, Jess Rawles, leave to Dick Davis my ability to get to school on time. I, Clista Lorraine Lang, leave to Carol Grothe my ability to do things with a violin. ' I, Stanley White, leave my vast supply of longitude to Bill Hopper. Realizing the pleasure the heirs and heiresses will receive from these endowments, we, the Senior Class, leave as a whole our position of prestige to the J uniors-our knowledge through experience to the Sophs-and our dignity to the Freshmen. SENIOR CLASS

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SENIOR WILL We, the Senior Class, as partial compensation to the Student Body for the withdrawal of our pleasing countenances from your querulous midst, do hereby manufacture and affix our seal to the following will: I, Maryella Adams, leave to Betty Morgan my numerous masculine admirers in the lower classes. I, Caroline Anderson, leave my ability to do things with a French book to Tom Cleland. I, Eleanor Boothe, leave to Miss Hollenbeck my rich contralto voice. I, Barbara Branscomb, leave my book larnin' to Clarence. Take it, Brother, but don't let it get you down. I, Leland Brooks, leave my cute motorcycle tricks to Ernest Laughtner. I, Betty Butler, leave Winsome smiles and heartfelt giggles to Virginia Mustard. I, Hazel Carter, leave to Louisa Hinds my brisk business like manner- isms. I, Bernice Christy, having nothing else to gain, leave to Bonniebel Thornton my seat in Mr. Chessall's Econ Class. I, Arthur Church, leave my winning disposition to Wendell Robertson. I, Josephine Clyma Lane, leave the secret of my matrimonial success to Charlotte Ford. I, Marhea Dahlberg, unfurl the heretofore closed pages of my after- darkness exploits for the Student Body's inspection. I, Bill Davis, leave to Raymond Foster my vast store of intellectual witicisms. I, Josephine De Carli, leave my Thespian talents to Louise Byrnes. I, Georgiana Elliott, leave my entire interest in the Savings Bank of Mendocino County to anyone who wants him. I, Stuart Eversole, leave to Andrew Jackson Grothe my knowledge of mechanical drawing. I, Marvin Ford, leave to Jim Ford my agricultural inclinations. I, Robert Ford Cbetter known as Buckj, leave to Ukiah Hi's future shot putters a 50 foot mark to shoot at. I, Mollie Orr Foster, leave to Barbara Ford my ability to accomplish my aims with the least efort possible. I, Clarence Gibson, leave my brisk, precise way of speaking to Lester Thompson. I, Ernestine Gibson, leave to Dorothy Dennen my theatrical aspira- tions. I, Adeline Grandi, leave my desire to be an aviatrix to Frances Faas. I, Leslie Gwin, out of the goodness of my heart, leave my claim on the second period librarian to Jack Savage. I, Loren Hunt, leave to George Lane my formula for operating under the five-year plan: ' I, Otis Ingram, leave my track shoes to Joe Woodruff-pass them on to your brother when you're through with them, Joe. I, Elaine James, having no desire for them, leave the good grades given me by Mr. Lange to Arthur Mayhew. I, Effie Johnson, leave to Rose Logsdon my many feminine charms. I, Jean Kinsler, leave to Julia Broggi my yen for telling good yarns.

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PRGPI-IECY Last night as I hiked down the railroad For the pleasure and fun I derive I dreamt that I saw my old classmates Who were with me in the year '35, I used to believe they were friendly And when I sang why they used to hum But that was before I went haywire And started downhill on the bum. Who'd thought I was doomed to misfortune That I'd live to be an outcast That my dinner would be where I found it- I'm sure it was none of my class. Now look-they're all so successful, And me-a broken down scamp. We all had identical chances, And 'twas I who turned out a tramp. Now take Eleanor for instance. She's teaching at University of Cal. Who'd thought she'd ever get married, And least of all-marry old Hal! We next think of Caroline Anderson The girl with those deep somber eyes, And to think that she'd ever go Bake Shop And fashion out sweet apple pies. A topping her list of good clients, The name of George Wenglein appears. His weakness for pies not been fatal Though its followed him down through the years In the sports of each Sunday paper You can see Flash Ledeboer's name. Yes-his bones are becoming a bit brittle, But chess is an aged man's game. Perhaps his success is divided With his manager Bartow Van V. And to think that I once was his equal And had the same chance as he. And next we have Doctor Davis, A man now-reclining in years. He's married a nurse-Carol Nevin, And was endowed with three sons it appears. Evelyn's presiding in congress Oft times she makes the front page. It seems as though she's in favor Of Doc Townsend's Plan for Old Age. Well me-I'm certainly in favor If there's anyway for me to help