Waveland High School - Hornets Nest Yearbook (Waveland, IN)

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Three cute gals Happy Birthday, Joyce! Oh! Them Senior Babes! When we were jolly juniors Oh! Happy days!

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Back at the hotel, we were all dead tired and fell asleep talking, (as usual). The next day we decided to do something that none of us had ever done before—ride on a subway. It was so crowded that we had to stand up. Every- thing was going smoothly, when all at once, we came to a jerking stop. Alma went flying through the air and plunged head-first into a nice looking man ahead of her. (What a way to meet a man!) Alma slowly picked herself up and looked up to see that victim of her flight was Jack Wheeler. We asked him what he had been doing for the past four years. He told us he and four other men had formed a basketball team and were making a world-wide tour entertaining everyone with their tricks and clever basketball moves. Well, we spent the rest of the day just looking at the different sights and historical places around New York. We were pretty well bushed when we got back to the hotel, so everyone went to bed with the intentions of getting a good night’s rest. Evidently, someone else had other plans for us. About 1:00 the next morning, I was awakened by a strange clicking noise. I sat up in bed and listened. The noise seemed to be coming from the door. A horrible thought ran through my mind. What is someone was trying to pick the lock! Instantly I jumped out of bed and woke the others. They all jumped up wondering what this was all about. As soon as we had calmed ourselves, we decided to turn out the lights and each hid in a different place. When the robbers broke in, we’d jump them. Each one of us grabbed vases, candle holders, and whatever we could get hold of; and hid behind the couch, door, and drapes. We barely breathed as we waited, then suddenly, the door flew open and the hall light cast the shadows of two tall men standing in the doorway. We were ready, though, as soon as they stepped in the door, we let them have it! Both men fell to the floor under the hard blows we had given them with our candle holders and vases. Mary ran and switched on the lights, and there on the floor lay the bruised, but familiar figures of Danny Clevenger and Don Moser. Everyone scampered after smelling salts and glasses of water. After the boys came to, they explained to us that they had heard we were in town and thought they’d play a joke on us; but it looked as if the joke was on them. After everyone had had a good laugh, we realized that we had an audience. The noise had brought several people (including the manager, Larry) to our doorway. Larry glared wide-eyed at us for quite a while. Finally, he found strength enough to ask us just what was going on. Although we explained every detail to Larry, he said that we had better go down and tell it to the judge. In spite of our objections, we were taken to the city hall. We were a sorry looking bunch as we traipsed up the steps to the hall—the boys with their bruises and all five of us girls still in our pajamas. It was a lucky thing for us that the presiding judge was Tom McGinnis. When we had explained everything, he simply said, Case dismissed.” The next day the incident, small as it was, appeared in the newspapers. At the bottom of the article it read: Reporter—Susan Milligan; Editor—Gerald Handley. This didn’t surprise us at all because we now had seen, at some time or other, all but three of the graduating class of ’56. We all predicted that we would run into them before we left New York, and, sure enough, we did. We all had our hair washed and set at Joyce Redden’s beauty salon. We saw Fern in the hospital we were touring (Fern was an R.N. there), and we met Evelyn working in the city post office. On our way home we all came to the conclusion that we had seen and ex- perienced things that we’d never forget and that the Seniors had succeeded in life. Page Nineteen

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CLASS We, the Seniors of 1956, all being of reasonably sound mind, do hereby will and bequeath to the Juniors our right to wear Senior Cords, to the Sophomores our privilege to complain about everything and anything, and to the Freshmen our reputation as the meanest class in school. As individuals we have specific bequests as fol- lows : I, Joyce Redden, will to Mary Umberger my ability to sit at the back of secretarial practice class and gaze out the window. (It’s really a very nice location.) 1, Shirley Newell, will to Bill Collins my abil- ity to write letters in the assembly and not get caught. (Beware of Mr. Pence, Bill.) I, Shirley Grimes, of sound mind, will to De- lores Thomas my ability to sing in class and get by with it. (Who knows you may be another Sophie Tucker if you keep at it long enough.) I, June Wheeler, of very sound mind, will to Charles Felkner my undisputed right to chew chewing gum in Mrs. Servies’ bookkeeping class without her knowing it. (My big secret is that 1 never pop it.) I, Larry Myers, will to Jack Howell my posi- tion as editor-in-chief of the annual. (Oh, it’s a hard life, Jack.) I, Charles Davis, will to Daniel Sewell my seat on the bench during the basketball games. (It’s tough work, Dan, but if you work hard you’ll make it.) I, Fern Redden, of unquestionably sound mind, will to Mary Umberger my right to sneak in lunch line and get caught nearly every time. (You’ll have to watch out for Mr. McCauley, Mary.) 1, Gerald Handley, will to Delores Thomas the ability to make up on lost sleep while in class. (It’s a real art, Delores.) I, Donna Starnes, will to Norma Atkinson my ability to be cheerleader. (I hope you don’t get into any fights.) I, Richard Marshall, will to Don Gentry my privilege to mumble in bookkeeping and my ability to sell magazines for an award. b Joyce Whitecotton, hereby will to Patty Patterson the ability to be as tall as I am. (Don’t give up hope, Pat, you may grow that extra inch yet.) WILL I, Bill Thomas, will to Alan Milligan my abil- ity to never be late to school and the right to talk in bookkeeping class. I, Evelyn Hester, will to Wally Metzger my bookkeeping tests. (They come in real handy, Wally. Don’t let Mrs. Servies get hold of them.) I, Rod Reynolds, will to Bill Collins my ability to hide from Mr. Hall. I, Marlene Pyle, will to Alma Brewer my right to run errands for Mr. Walker in the second period assembly. (He’ll keep you hopping, Alma.) I, Donn Moser, will to Jack Mitchell my ability to sell $107 worth of magazines. (Be sure to get at least one foot in the door.) 1, Dennis Moody, will to Wally Metzger my ability to keep my car all in one piece. (It’s really more convenient that way, Wally.) I, Danny Clevenger, will to Jim Wheeler my right to skip the fourth period study hall with- out being caught. (This takes real skill.) I, Susan Milligan, will to Patty Patterson my desk on Senior Island. (Better bring an um- brella when it rains, Patty. My seat’s right under that leak.) I, Jack Wheeler, will to Walter Overstreet my ability to take Mrs. Servies’ car to the bank every Monday. I, Jim Hastings, being of sound mind, will to Jack Mitchell my ability to stay in training during the basketball season. I, Tom McGinnis, will to Norma Atkinson my right to keep the snow swept out of the halls for Mr. Pence. (You’ll find the Sophomore class very eager to provide the snow.) I, Marlene Miller, will to Alma Brewer the right to argue with Mr. Pence in government class. (You have to talk awfully fast, Alma.) In witness whereof, I, Dennis Moody, class president, scribed my name this 3rd day of February, 1956. WITNESSES: Donna Starnes Jack Wheeler Larry Myers Susan Milligan Mrs. Florence Servies Page Tiventy-one