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CLASS WILL

We, the Class of 1930, neither being of too sound wits nor having any definite
presence of mind, do make this our last Will and Testament. Having consulted our
lawyer, we think it fit that each class should get its just desserts. If the persons who
are included in this think that their bargains aren't so good, they can bring 'em
back and exchange 'em for something else. We do like to please -the public, you
know.
Ever since we can remember, we have been looking forward to the reading of
our will. Writing such a document is just like contributing to a rummage sale; you
can get rid of all the things you don't like. The following is the will:
Our class has now arrived at the ripe old age of four years. The time has come
when we must depart. It is plainly our duty to make our will.
To Bobby Stiles we leave the job of cleaning up the school after our departure.
To the Juniors we do will our sincere sympathy. We know that no one can take
our places.
To the Sophomores we do leave our athletic prowess. (Heaven help them!
They'll need it.)
To the Freshmen we leave this thought: Remember you were more important
to the school than we, but also remember that you won't be so very long. There'il
be others to take your places.
The following is the last, but most important clause of this legal paper:
I, Lawrence Acariz, leave my beaming smile to Chet Warring.
I, Effie Amrhine, leave my contract for entrance into talking and singing pictures
to Elizabeth Coggeshall.
I, Verna Anlauf, leave all my dates hereafter to Edith Van Deventer.
I, Lester Arundell, leave my accomplishment of reading fair poesy to Jack Con-
ners, with the hope that it will inspire him to greater heights.
I, Ruth Arundell, leave my quiet ways to Juanita Firestone.
I, Kathleen Ayers, leave my permanent wave to Marjorie Williams.
I, Mary Balden, leave my "A" card, which is one of my recent achievements, to
Spencer Stroud.
I, Carroll Ball, leave my thankless job of being Madge Wileman's brother to
Gail Cochran.
I, Marguerite Bartels, leave my sweet voice to Peggy Du Brea.
I, Gertrude Bowdle, leave the stupendous job as librarian to Frank Hill. Perhaps
he'll get a chance to read the "funny paper."
I, Ruby Barton, leave my love for hockey to Hilma Hiller.
I, Elfleda Coulson, leave my ability to get acquainted to Donald Boardman,
though, the goddesses ail know, he doesn't need it.
I, Walter Czepinsky, leave · my football captaincy to Gail Cochran and John
Allee.
I, Jewel Davis, leave my chances to listen in on telephone conversations to Hes-
ter Busick.
I, Franklin Dewey, leave my agreeable indifference to any one who can use it.
I, Van Donaldson, leave my sarcasm to Ellis Shaw.
I, Charles Dunn, leave my share in the company's motorcycle to Robert Rob-
ertson.

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