West Salem High School - Hi Lite Yearbook (West Salem, IL)

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And one of the most outrageous things is: Miss Libby Mason is now married to Don Miller and is living in Reno and is helping him with his tricks! Mainly cards. Ruth Pixley is now teaching night school at Little Brick, the subject being love. And also: Mrs. Cowling, formally Miss Adamae Weber, and her husband have applied for homestead rights on the moon. They want to raise cows. Bertha Pixley is now teaching driving in What-not-to-do at the new West Salem High School. Norma Jean Meisenheimer is now the belle of the town and has been seen lately with several boys from Albion. Roy Slunaker is in the army in Alaska teaching seals how to play basketball. Roberta Brant is now taking Diana Shore’s place on the radio and is known as the Diana Shore of West Salem. Evelyn Lawrence, the great doctor, is trying to find a cure for that well-known, almost fatal disease known as puppy love. Since we have all suffered from this im- mensely, we hope she succeeds.

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CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of ’46 of W. S. C. H. S., being of sound mind and memory and exceedingly strong will, do make, ordain, publish and declare this to be our last will and testament: I, Adamae Weber, will my love for out of town boys to Lois Gaede and Velma Libke. I, Clarabel Clodfelter, will my loud talk to Dorothy Deisher, who I hope makes good use of it. I, Mary Ann Marx, will my ability to study to Gene Gibson and Don Miller. I. Winifred Koertge, will my skill at basketball to Marie Libke. Make good at it, Marie! I, Libby Mason, will my ability to make love, to Joan Hallbeck, who I know can make good use of it. I, Mary Provine, will my extra height to Iva Jean Shelby. I, Bill Kerster, will my speech making ability to Donald Ellis. I, Roy Slunaker, will my ability to play basketball to Russell Winchell. I, Dorthy Fritchley, will my slender figure to Mary Nell Auldridge and Bernice Ibbotson. I. Jack Grobleben, will my ability of talking too much in class to Betty Hall and Russell Provine. I, Ivalou Knakmuhs, will my sweet little smile to Audrey Fritchley. I, Norma Jean Meisenheimer, will my love for brown eyes to Gene Cash—he seems to like them, for the time being, anyhow. I, Evelyn Lawrence, will my ability of getting along with people to Fondalene Roby. I, Harold Hardy, will my weakness for the opposite sex to Arthur Pool. I, Roberta Brant, will my habit of being late to school to Bill Stevens. I, John Howard, will my sneezing technique to John Luther and Eugene Hayes. I, Bertha Pixley, will my love for blonde hair to Virginia Maas. I, Inez Poynter, will my ability for talking ten minutes without saying anything to Duane Smith. I, Ruth Pixley, will my ability of getting around so swiftly to Jim Bennett. I, Everett Beehn, will a few of my feminine admirers, but not all of them, to Don Maas. I, Bonnie Mae Giese, will my late hours to Hubert Weber.