Woodland High School - Wocowa Yearbook (Woodland, WA)

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Senior Class Will and Testament We, the Senior Class of 1947, being of sound mind and body, well-mannered, well- educated, well-thought-of, well-known, well-liked, well . . . well, we do bequeath the following, our most valuable and priceless possessions, to-wit: Article I: To the Student Body, we leave our empty desks, complete with gum and signatures. Article II: To the faculty, we leave the long-past-due assignments which they so gen- erously gave to us these past years. Article III: To the juniors, we will our ability to attend as few classes as possible, and still graduate. Article IV: To the Sophomores, we leave our volumes of knowledge acquired through 12 years of hard study and leadership. Article V: To the Freshmen, we leave our inter-class basketball championship. They'll ' probably get it next year, anyway. Article VI: Individually, we bequeath the following: I, Mary jean Blue, leave my ability to catch onto a joke to Bop Stuart. I, Bill Blum, bequeath 40 pounds to Reynold Foster-HE needs it. I, Lavonne Brewster, gladly leave the job of A. S. B. treasurer to Gerry F. I, Patsy Clark, leave my short haircuts to Laurene Laurance. I, Mae Davis, leave my quiet personality to Lois Scotberg. I, Melvin Davis, leave my rowboat to anyone whose girl lives across the river. l, Lila Dehning, will my toleration of sisters and brothers to Mary Blair. I, joan Evans, leave my artistic ability to the boys in fourth period art. I, Norma Frasier, bequeath my giggle to Francis Darr. I, Helen Hannah, leave my quiet ways to Dave Daily. I, Walter Hansen, bequeath my way with women to Lloyd Knight. I, Barbara Hobert, leave my punctuality to jasper Little. I, Jerry Hiester, bestow my blonde curls upon Red Hauser. I, Hank Hummels, will my calm, cool and collected disposition to Dorothy Blue. I, Kent Hess, just leave, glad that it's over. I, Anne Insell, leave my good grades to anyone willing to work for them-I didn't. I, Harold johnson, leave my jalopy to Lucille Turpin. I, Donna jones, have nothing to leaveg I need it all myself. ' I, George Manfredi, leave my musical abilities to Chuck Stuart. I, Marian Mulkey, leave my No. 7 Calways get your many technique to Cheryl Hess. I, Art Risley, leave the Coke Counter-at last. I, Donna Robbins, leave my long, curly bangs to Marcia Galbraith. I, Marilyn Schulz, leave the job of editing the Wocowa to poor, unsuspecting Bonnie Treick. I, Ken Short, leave my inability to pay debts to Billy McElvain. ' I, Gene Stanley, leave my knowledge UQ of parliamentary procedure to all future parliamentarians. I, Bill Stuart, bestow my six feet in height to Florestine Simonis. I, Estelle Thiel, bequeath my blushing ability to Gwen Hummels. I, jim Thomas, leave my ability to skip school to anyone willing to try it. I, Shirley Thomas, leave my ability to flirt and get away with it to Eva Clemens. I, Henry Turpin, leave my gracefulness on the basketball floor to jack G. I, Keith Walbridge, leave my position as A. S. B. president to some poor junior. I, Betty Wicker, leave my endless questions to the Fact Finder. I, june Wills, take my little black book of addresses with meg I plan on using it. I, Tom Wire, leave my scientific knowledge to Donald Davis.

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Class History On a brisk September morning in 1935,lten of this year's graduating class began their formal education in Woodland Grade School. They were: Mary jean Blue, Bill Blum, Lavonne Brewster, May Davis, Barbara Hobert, Donna jones, Gene Stanley, Estelle Thiel, Keith Walbridge, and june Wills. In the freshman year students from Yale, Ariel, Green Mountain, Clover Valley, and other schools joined the group. The Beaver Tracks, the junior high paper, edited by Anne Insell and Keith Walbridge, was our main achievement of the freshman year. The highlight of our sophomore year was the initiation by the fiendish-er, that is -sweet, kind, and lovable juniors. At the dance that evening a prize fa bag of pea- nutsj was presented to Anne Insell for her Santa Claus costume. We ordered our class sweaters in forest green with a forest green and white letter and numerals. In our junior year we avenged ourselves to a certain degree when we initiated the sophomores. Later we ordered class rings and pins from Master Engravers. june Mad, a three-act comedy, was presented as the class play. Those in the cast were as follows: Marilyn Schulz, Henry Turpin, Lavonne Brewster, Tom Wire, Charlotte Chapman, Keith Walbridge, Donna jones, George Manfredi, jerry Hiester, Bill Stuart, Marian Mulkey, Mary jean Blue, and Arthur Risley. The production staff consisted of Patsy Clark, Estelle Thiel, Anne Insell, and jim Thomas. Our final success of the year was the annual junior-Senior Prom. The decoration committee, headed by Patsy Clark and George Manfredi, succeeded in carrying out to perfection the unusual and beautiful theme of an old Dutch garden, complete with tulip beds, dikes, and a wind- mill that worked! Music was furnished by the Winlock Cardinals dance band. During our senior year we kept up our good record by giving a senior ball which was comparable to our junior prom. The couples attending danced in a star-studded gymnasium to the same band which played for our junior prom. The theme, Moon Dreams, was carried out by silver stars and a big, yellow moon that winked at the dancers. Our senior play, Kind Lady, was another big success for the class. The production of the annual was a class project and kept us pretty busy. We finished the year by sneaking to Offut Lake, where a wonderful day was spent by the entire class. Now we are leaving Woodland High, as we have finished this part of our educa- tion. We owe a great deal to our teachers and parents who have helped us this far. As we go on, we hope we can repay them by proving that we can succeed. However, as we leave Woodland and go out in the world we take with us cherished memories of all the good times we have had during our school years.

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Class Prophesy Ten years later we find the Seniors Scattered far and wide. Some are rich, some are poor, But the truth we cannot hide. May Davis, we see, has done no harm. She owns half interest in the Bulb Farm. Here comes the postman down the street, Arthur Risley with calloused feet. Billy and Betty are married now. They have fourteen kids and one ol' cow. Down in the jungle we find Mary Jean. She can tackle an elephant, but mice make her scream Lila Lee has a rep as a vet. When your cows get sick she's the best you can get. Hanks, Turpin and Hummels, are great football stars. They tackled the rocket non-stop to Mars. Annie traveled the world o'er as a great translator. Now she is married to a news commentator. A great physician is Tom Wire. Of cutting out pains he never does tire. Marian and Keith are doctor and nurse. They make all their calls in an old-fashioned hearse! We see Lynne Evans all dressed up smart. She's known the world o'er for her bare-legged art. Donna. Jones is a Home Ec. teacher. She spends her time with the son of a preacher. Marilyn Schulz We're afraid to mention. She's head of the National Old Maids' Convention. Salute! You rookies, the Major, no less. Upon looking closer, we see it's Kent Hess. Jerry is a famous opera star. He is young and will go far. Norma and Helen own a cosmetic store. Satisfied customers come back for more. Melvin, Harold and Eugene Invented a jet-propelled submarine. Shirley Thomas is the President's secretary. She's been too busy to ever marry. Donna Robbins and Barbara run a boarding house. They have overcome their fear of the mouse. Two seniors of the previous year Successfully followed this great career. So of Ken and Tillie I won't keep you g'uessin'. They learned how to Samba in one easy lesson. If you've never been in a plane, you oughter With Walter in his midget helicopter. 'Way back in Kain-tuck in a whiskey still, We find Jim Thomas drinking his fill. Bill is a photographer on the New York Time. He has a small business raising razorback swine. I.n the middle west a large wheat farm Is owned by two women, Pat and Lavonne. George and June have no need for shame. The theater on Broadway highlights their name. That's all for the class of '47. I hope someday we all meet in heaven f?l