Class Will
Realizing that we are the graduating class of ’ 43
and that our everhappy days at good ole’ Chemawa,
are coming to an end, find time now to make our
last wills and testaments.
To our sponsors of the Senior Class we extend
our gratitude for the time they have worked with
us.
To the faculty we bequeath our sincere apprecia
tion for the work they’ve done for us through our
years here.
To the Juniors we will our title "Seniors at that;”
may they be that next year.
To the Sophs we give our courage to be Juniors
next year.
To the Freshies success to climb the ladder to
graduation in ’46.
Being Seniors we wish to will individually and
separately the following articles and honors:
I, Robert Edden, make my first will: to my cuz,
Bob Eickmeyer, my music ability; to Slicker Lodge
my track shoes-may he uphold them well; to Betty
Pablo, my secere friendship; and last, but not least,
to anyone that wants it, my ability to get into trou
ble.
I, Cecelia Sohappy, actually getting old, must get
to bee’s wax and write my will before I collapse: to
my roommate, Agnes Tahkeal, my "G. I.” bathrobe
and Room 13; my "Best Wishes” to all my tribes
men; to the employees who helped me along in my
four years, my gratefulness and appreciation.
With the full realization that I’m no longer a
"school kid”, I, Rose Mary Aubrey, find time now
to make my last will and testament: to my sis, Mae,
I leave my ambition to some day receive the honor
able cap of R.N.; to my pal, Corrine "Butch” Lang,
my "cowboy slippers”; to the Junior girls, my junk;
and I leave many thanks to the employees for put
ting up with me.
Being in my right mind, I, Julia Berrys, make my
last will this day: to Betty Pablo, my love for "sing
ing”—may she not get too fat; to June Black, luck
to graduate; and the best of everything to all the
Seniors—may they succeed in their occupations.
I, Martha King, realizing that feeblemindedness
is creeping upon me, do hereby show little know
ledge I have in making my will: to my boisterous
roommate, "Jazzie” Miller, my lopsided slippers,
hoping she pays them due respect by letting them
keep their deformity; to my pal, Doris "Bugs” Col
lins, my "bridget;” Yvonne Ghangraw, knowing she
will be served faithfully (I hope;) and to the rest
of my friends, students, and employees, I leave with
memories of the happy past.
I, Irene Large, do hereby will my memories to
my roommate , Catherine Higheagle—may she be
successful all through her high school days.
I, Peggy Choate’ being sound of mind "for once,”
do hereby will to my cuz, "Buck Jones” (Bonnelle
St. Goddard) my ole songbooks; to my roommate,
"Shadow” (Lueulla Wilson), my "Cuz Buck Jones”
—may she sing you to sleep and leave Johnny a-
lone; and to all my classmates aud friends, the best
of luck for their success in the future.
I, Harvey Whitford, do hereby will to my little
brother, Earny Whitford, my ability to rise and
shine early.
I, Corrine Walkings, in doing my last bit, will to
my roommate, Bonelle “Bonnie” St. Goddard, my
deepest affection for the Army; and to Luella “Shad
ow” Wilson, my abiliiy to behave on my week-end
visits in Portland.
I, Walter Champine, in my right state of mind,
hereby will my trumpet to Catherine Higheagle; my
boxing gloves to Cliff Arthur; and last, but not least,
all my affection for Dorothy Nelson.
I, Ralph Summers, realizing I’ve reached my goal,
will to the “Wolf Gang Boys” my dignified ways;
to Artie Johnson my boxing gloves—may he uphold
them as I have; and last, but not least, my love to
Alice Mae Martin.
I, Joe Broncheau, realizing I’m no longer a school
boy (I hope), will to the following: to my friends,
“Chop” and “Slicker”, my love for Copenhagen; and
to my Senior classmates, the best of luck.
Being in the right state of mind, I, Carl Wood,
will to my friends the following: to Gerald Hoffer,
my ability in printing; and to Howard “Buck” Log
an my love for social hour, and last, but not least,
my love to June Black.
I, Mr. “Stonewall” Jackson, will to my best Pal,
Dick Walker, the stage on which to sing songs, and
my bunk in the senior Hall all the freshman girls
on the campus, and my place in the Rhythm Chiefs,
to play in the orchestra.
I, Pete George, in right state of mind yet, will my
wolf technique to “Baby” Davis; to Hoffer, my foot
ball shoes; to "Cruisey” my slugging ability; and to
my roommate, Ralph Summers, my everlasting
friendship.
This being my last testimonial, known as “my
will”, I, Tony Skahan, will to Grease Monkey La-
Rance my monkey wrench; to Cliff “Muck“ Mc-
Meel my little white candle so he may eat after the
lights go out; and last but not least, my everlasting
friendship to Nellie Cooper.
I, Audrey O’Connor, knowing that this is my last
testament, will to the following; to my faithful little
roommate, Lillie "Small” Frye, my love for social
hour; to my sis, Norma, my ability to do the right
thing at the right time; and last but not least, my
most sincere affection to Vincent "Beanie” Adolph.