Westfield High School - Shamrocket Yearbook (Westfield, IN)

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I, Leslie Wheeler, will my agricultural knowledge and my Wheart catchingn clarinet to Noel Revis, in the hope that he will be able to use them. I, Thelma Allen, wish to bequeath my never-failing pep and the way I roll my eyes to Mary Evelyn Morford. I, Wavern Baker, leave my rcverberating tonal effects to Joe Haskett, with the assur- ance that it will some day lead them to the titles of WChampion Hog Callers.N I, Faye Nichols, regretfully bestow my Mae West attainments to Mildred Wolfgang and Esther Wicker in the hope that they will u mid them as honorably as I. I, Dora Ellen Baker, leave my movie actress aspirations to Kathryn Viles and Jean Harvey, wishing them the best of success. I, Byron Gamble, give to Eugene John- son my distracting argumentative ways and my flirtatous manners to Clifford Gunn. I, Billy Hedden, very regretfully leave to the ardent care of Bob DeMoss and Paul Goins the secret of setting time-records in osculation. CReference: Webster! I, Beatrice Moore, will my position. as chief engineer of the commerical departmentto Helen Davis and Mary Alice Huffmans I, Don Hinshaw, leave my interest in Nmechanicsn to Joe Blazier and my sharp wit and artistic talent to Everett Coers. I, Eleanor Sumner, bequeath my motherly role in'plays to Helen Carey. lSignedD 1957 Seniors ky? - f M '1 :V ff Q4 ,.,

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lllll Date August 29 Year 1947 At Indianapolis I boarded a stream line street car and headed for WestfieldJksMield after IO years was quite a surprize. Instead of having a population of 688, it had more than doubled the amount, having a population of l,572. The fact that the Indianapolis dty limits were only three miles away was still amazing. As I got on the street car, I thought the conductor looked familiar,but I couldn't quite place him until some of the familiar places started me to thinking about my high school days. It was then that I remembered who the conductor was-Byron Gamble, cool and composed as always. He didn't recognize me, so I didn't say anything. I got off the street car at the new station near the cross roads of 51 and 52. I ingot to tell you my real business in Westfield after so long a time was that of selling books, and I had hoped to sell some of my wonderful volumes to my old friends. My first stop was at a rather small bungalow. Who should be standing in the door but Beatrice Mbore,the model house wife.AHBr talking much too long, I again started out. Right outside was Billy Hedden, delivering ice for the Hedden Ice Company. He told me that'Don'Kinshaw'waslin the park struggling hard to become Tennis Champ of Hamilton Co. After seeing the last game of'the set Wuch Don lost,I decided to take in a show, as it was extremely hot. I got in just as the su e show started. Who should walk on the stage but Thelma Allen, Ballet Dancer and Belle of the show. When the show ended, I started to walk around the town to have a look at the school bulding and to seeawhat had Lhappened to old W. H. S. As I rounded the next corner a lovely Ure story building came to my spht. There in the school yard stood Eleanor Sumner teaching the Kindergarden children how to play Ring around the Rosy. Upon going in the gym,I saw Phil Ortwein telling the basketbau ' -ff rou h the net.