Woodlan Senior High School - Arrow Yearbook (Woodburn, IN)

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I, Harry Stoller, with black wavy hair, Will to Helen Wiesehan without a care, The ability to make your eyebrows wiggle, And sit in the assembly and never giggle. Now Mary Ann Killian's got something to do, So to Shirley Bremer l will to you, ln second year French my good old seatg Keep it, kid, it can't be beat. I, Ronald Nietert, who drives a Ford car, Will to Carl Nahrwold who's going far, To be able to open the Senior stand every day, And eat lots of things and never pay. I, Lynda Smith, the principal's daughter, Who gives something she shouldn't oughter , To Marilyn Busse I leave you a humdingerg My ability to wrap him around my finger, I, Joyce Schulenburg, so cheerful and wise, Will to Mary Ann Stevenson my big brown eyes. And also my ability to be so full of pep, And to keep ahead of the boys, by a step. We were the Seniors, of this have no fear, You are the Seniors of the following year. Now take these things we gave to you, And use them wisely whatever you do. We gave you some good things and some that were not, But these are some things that can't be bought. Now we bid you farewell and give you the floor, That's all there is: there ain't no more! mt A ,.- -QM , This Page ls Sponsored By B RIAR ROOM COLONY DRESS SHOP Z0 New Haven, Indiana New Haxen Indi ' , ana

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I, Mike Moser, manager by trade, Will to Bob I-lormann, who isn't afraid, The ability to manage the basketball team, To look at the girls and really scream. Next is Thelma Weber, a quiet young lass, Who wills to Judy Kleine of the next Senior class, The ability to publicize the Senior playg Study up on your art and you'll do O.K. I, Larry Murphy, a vet someday, Will to Lois Litzenberg who cooks O.K. My ability to study very hard, That's all for Lois, now on to Large. Now, Larry old boy, to you we give The cheering section: long may it live. From Bob and Charlie, two great big hands, To jump and yell and lead the stands. Next on our list is a girl we call Red , Who has such a hard time getting out of bed. So, to Max Long she gives this power, Wake up, boy, then you'll make it on the hour. I, Mary Butt, with a model figger , Will to Mary Ann Ehresman, who is much bigger, My ability to keep the office clean, And guard for things that are unseen. I, Lonnie Voorhies, without a care, Will to Ruthie Bosselman, who is so fair, My short black hair with the cut-in part' Treasure it thoroughly: it's really an art. I, Gailyn Roemke, fCvay for short,J Will to Pat Knoblauch, who is of the quiet sort, At 11:30 to be in every night, When you get up in the morning you'll look very bright. Next is Jim Shanebrook so tall and fair, To Donald Louth, my bright red hairg And Dick Helmke bestows also to you, To be a farmer, whatever you do. I, Pat Carpenter, who is great in speech, Will to Beverly Parson, who is really a peach, My democracy trophy: long may it standg Keep it in Woodburn if you can. This Page Is Sponsored By NEW HAVEN LUMBER COMPANY Phone 2345 New Haven, Indiana

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Prophecy Larry Murphy, we'1l start with you As you're the tall, dark and handsome one in school We prophesy that you will be A preacher in some city, perhaps Milwaukee. I'rn sure, Larry, you'll enjoy that, For some of your classmates will confess They want to be married and live in the West, But they'll find out the old home town is best. Yes, here comes Gailyn Roemke down the aisle, She's really walking slow, for in a little while She'll be Mrs., and she's wondering why Her soldier boy has a big black eye. To an eye specialist she said he must go, So looking thru' the directory in a certain row They were surprised, no doubt, to find Donnie Becker's name. I-Ie'd be cheap and kind. As they entered the office, Much to their surprise In a nice white uniform, behind a big desk, Was Lynda Smith, looking her very best. To lunch they all four decided to go. Wouldn't you know it would just have to snow 7 Then they heard a whistle blow, They knew it had to be a cop making them go slow. Why, look , they all did cry, It's Walter Webster and he's heaving a big sigh. The lady lying in the street was Phyllis Sweet, She wasn't hurtg she was just beat, Phyllis was used to flying low, For an air-hostess is always on the go. She said that, no doubt, we knew, Gerald Long was in town, too. Gerald is a car salesman down by the tracks, He's really making the money and stuffing it in sacks To Woodburn, though, he'd like to go back And get a home town girlg that's all he lacks. By now we were so hungry we could hardly wait, For it really was getting quite late. In the lunch room, though it was lit quite dim, We could see Darlene Roemke, with a big grin. This Page is Sponsored By WOODBURN EQUITY EXCHANGE Woodburn Indiana