Vashon Island High School - Vashonian Yearbook (Vashon, WA)

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W I L L WE, the class of nineteen hundred fifty-one, being sound in our belief that you can't take it with you, do hereby leave this last will and testament: Mike Reilly leaves his broad shoulders to Dick Crane, just in case his muscle building course doesn't work. Virginia MacGregor leaves her quiet humor and inimitable mo- 'desty to Nancy Blair. Clarence Habbestad leaves stud hall, at last. Dan Folan leaves one unused comb to Jim Smith, who will pro- bably never use it either. Tom Smith, who knows his way around pretty well, leaves one map of how to get around the building between classes to the poor, bewildered frosh. Florence Phillips and Shirley Otsuka leave their secrets to anyone who is interested in them. Bob Therkleson leaves his model planes to the eighth graders to play with. ' Phil Gleb leaves Vanetta House nothing but blood, sweat, and tears. Bonnie Newby and Marion Erickson leave their absence records in the office where they hope no one will see them. Peggy Mackie, who has noticed that Mr. Ibsen seems to be running short of something, hair by hair, and wishes to help, leaves him one bottle of Kick-a-poo Indian Oil, which she developed in chemistry, and one billiard ball on which to test it. Don Raymond, who didn't take chemistry and has little faith in Peggy's Indian Oils but would like to do his bit for the cause, leaves to Mr. Ibsen his curly hair. ' Pete Hallberg leaves his profound humility and his inferior- ity complexes to any one who needs them. Robert Rowland leaves to Miss Gammell his Gutenberg's Kiddy Printing Press, which he used to counterfeit tickets during the past four years. .

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY Dear Diary: ' y Our class entered Vashon High School on September 3, l9h7. Unlike more freshmen we were not confused, bewildered or the least bit puzzled by our surroundings. We were com- pletely at ease, so much so, in fact, that the upper class- men quite resented us. But this didn't bother us in the slightest either, for we knew that while all progressive in- stitutions are resented at first, eventually they will be applauded and approved by all. I ' Pete Hallberg, our class treasurer, was one of the most spectacular figures of that year. He was famous for his jitterbugging at the mixers and even got a write-up in the Hi-Jinx! quite an accomplishment for a fresh. when we returned the next year we were sophomores, and it was our turn to greet the frosh with an initiation, and greet them we did! That year we put on an initiation which will long be remembered in the anrmls of Vashon High. Not only was it the best, but the last as well, because for some reason all initiations were ruled out after ours. However, it was just as well, for the standard we had set up was un- surpassable. , r Then we entered our Junior year, and we were off on the hectic road of life the upper classmen must follow. There was always something to dot I ! , Our first undertaking was our Junior play. Mr. Lake, our director, selected NOut of the Frying Penn for us. This story is a farce which gets more and more complicated as it goes on, but somehow ends happily for all. Before we could hardly catch our breaths after the play we had to start planning our Prom: Suddenly we were faced with a million problems- But somehow we get everything un- der control and when the big night arrived everyone came to dance to music by the Esquires under shamrocks, shillelahs, and streamers of green. Then for the first and last time we were high school seniors, the mighty, the sophisticated, and the very 'busy seniors. Once again there was a play to give, a Ball to put on, officers to be elected, games to seeg and for the first time we would live out our last year, we would elect a Queen for Homecoming, we would put out an annual, and we would gra- duate 0 New all these things have come to pass, for the class which entered as frosh in l9h7 has gone on, and its memory lies only on your pages, Dear Diary.

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Bob White leaves his football helmet to Wayne House to use as a thinking cap d ring Coach's skull practices. Nancy Reed leaves all the worries of a weary prexy to next year's Girls' Club President. Trudy Harlowe leaves one lower locker filled with dead rats and other various and sundry items to the poor embar- rassed soul who gets it next year. Harold Armstrong leaves one slightly used trombone to poor Mr. Peterson in hopes that he can find someone who can get, if not music, at least the dents out of it. Nancy Dahlgren leaves a collection of doodling on the pages of the school books she has had over a period of four years to the future owners of these books. Ken Morehouse leaves a little peace of mind--Cto teachersl. Bonnie Bath leaves her ability to put the under classmen in their place fthe lowest spot you can think ofj to the class of '52. Marilyn Esterle leaves her headache powders, her ice bags, and her book, WHow To Relaxn, by E. Z. Dussit to next year's Hi-Jinx editor. Milton Kranjcevich leaves the many hours he has wasted ,in study hall to Father Time. Bernice Pedersen informs us that contrary to form and dis- pite all proverbs she is taking everything with her. The Senior Class of 'Sl leaves....... To the Juniors - one ten by twelve foot never laundered crying towel. To the Sophomores - that horrifying thriller, diller of all mysteries, NYou Too Can Possess Beautyu, by the an- thor, Ima Grucem, Jr. To the Freshman - one leather-bound volume of WYou Can Change the World,U by James Keller. TH SENIUR CLASS OF 1951 TEARFULLY LEAVES VASHON