Class Will

We, the Senior Class of 1963, being of sound mind and body, do hereby make our second to the last will and testament.

We, the Class of '63, leave to the Juniors one year of hard work, and to some, the disappointment in Senior Math class.

To the Sophomores, the realization that the glamour of class rings lasts only a little while.

To the Freshmen, nothing, because they think they have everything.

We each have our own personal possessions to will:

I, Robert "Bob" Albers, do hereby will and bequeath my '57 Ford to anyone who would like to devote his whole paycheck to keep it in running condition.

I, Karen Aukes, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to sneak out of Physical Education to Mary Ellen who wouldn't dream of it.

I, Glen Bakker, do hereby will and bequeath my blue 1954 four-door customline, V-8 overdrive Ford to anyone who likes it and my position on the football team to anyone who can fall in love with the bench like I did.

I, Barbara "Barb" Beving, do hereby will and bequeath my flat feet to Ioleta Ross or any future cheerleader who after leaping through the air for two or three years will have the flattest feet in town and my ability to sit reasonably still in class to the Freshmen worms who squirm continuously.

I, Connie "Con" Claassen, do hereby will and bequeath my bike to some certain Junior girls who would "simply die" if they couldn't have the car and my chair in band next to Chuck Block to anyone who would like to see the facial expressions that go along with playing the baritone.

I, Janice "Jan" de Neui, do hereby will and bequeath by position in W.H.S. Math class to Perry Paxton who I'm sure would enjoy the seminar and its parties, and my speaking ability to anyone who enjoys talking as much as I do.

I, Betty Eckhoff, do hereby will and bequeath by ability to sneeze six times in a row to anyone who doesn't know what to do in study hall.

I, Beverly "Bev" Eckhoff, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to chew pencils to anyone who gets morning hunger pains, and my top locker situated amidst girls to Dickie Lindaman who would enjoy it.

I, Carolyn "Twin" Eilderts, do hereby will and bequeath my locker to Jean Janssen so she will have two lockers so her stuff won't continuously be falling out of hers. And Mr. Gilbertson to any Secretarial Practice girl who doesn't want to do much work.

I, Marilyn Eilderts, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to take the nickname of twin from those who didn't know me from Carolyn and give my congratulations to those who finally did learn to tell us apart even if it took four years to do it.

I, Robert "Bob" Geerdes, do hereby will and bequeath my '49 Hotrod to anybody who thinks they can keep it running and my position of the baseball team to anybody who thinks they can catch Cliff Weichers' knuckle balls.

I, Barbara "Barb" Broninga, do hereby will and bequeath my habit of skipping dinner to Mr. Willis who wouldn't have the will power to try it and one of my bottles of Miss Clairol to Mr. Breneman to cover up his shiny spot.

I, Kenneth "Kenny" Harms, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to stay home every night and study to Perry Paxton who is getting a bad reputation by going away constantly.

I, Doris Haupt, do hereby will and bequeath my poisition as a cheerleader to the two self-proclaimed experts, Dickie Lindaman and Craig Olthoff.

I, Lois Haupt, do hereby will and bequeath my position on the basketball team to anyone who doesn't mind paying doctor bills; my position as piano accompanist to anyone who might enjoy sitting on three red books; and my inability to be quiet in study hall to those who can sit for forty minutes without saying a word.

I, Twyla "T" Heikens, do hereby will and bequeath my case of hepatitis in my senior year to anyone who can stand people like Connie Claassen, Janice de Neui, Mary Schantz, and Harry Maas visiting you and making you even more ill with their sick humor.

I, Steven "Steve" Hook, do hereby will and bequeath my 1958 black Ford to anyone who can keep it running and my spot in the coronet section in band to Dickie Lindaman so he can put his wind to good use.

I, William "Bill" Janssen, do hereby will and bequeath my old Ford to anybody who enjoys riding in a car without a heater and I will my homemade floorstick to Mr. Block who is always making fun of it.

I, Ardyne Lutterman, do will and bequeath my red hair to Linda Van Deest who would look mighty strange with it and my locker and a bottle of aspirin to Elaine Williams, because I always seem to be hitting her on the head with my locker door.

I, Harry "Howie Dean" Maas, do will and bequeath my bag of funnies to Perry Paxton, so his don't get stale, and my position as baseball pitcher to the freshmen girls who think they have a good assortment of curves.

I, Curtis "Curt" Meester, do hereby will and bequeath my 1956 Chevy to anyone who wants it and can afford to keep it running and my height to anyone who can use it.

I, Loretta Murra, do hereby will and bequeath my nickname of "Clancy" back to the freshmen girls, namely Ginny Ward and Linda Van Deest, who so graciously gave it to me and soon-to-be-vacated room back to my parents.

I, Carolin Nederhoff, do hereby will and bequeath my top locker to any eighth grader who would rather do their stretching exercises in school rather than at home.

I, Karen Nederhoff, do hereby will and bequeath my position in marching band to anyone who would like to be a mailman; he could get plenty of practice by marching in rain, snow, sleet, hail, heat, fog, etc., etc., etc.

I, Frances "Fran" Ohling, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to get up and do chores before school to the town girls who get up at eight o'clock and make it to school just when the bell rings.

I, Curtis "Curt" Olthoff, do hereby will and bequeath my position in football to anyone who can enjoy it as much as I did and my dead eye in basketball to Cliff Weichers who hasn't found the range yet.

I, Stanley "Pattoon" Paterni, do hereby will and bequeath my nickname "Pattoon" to Jack Hook who needs one besides "Romeo", and my '52 Chevy to Max Meyer so he doesn't ruin or wreck his Dad's.

I, Maribelle "Mary" Riekena, do hereby will and bequeath my beautiful handwriting and my sharp pencils to anyone who wants an almost perfect handwriting specimen. (There's only one flaw. It's illegible.) I also will my track shoes to anyone who will pay enough for them.

I, Roberta "Bert" Ross, do hereby will and bequeath my habit of changing my hair color whenever I get the notion to Glenda Haupt who wouldn't dream of trying it and my magenta blouse to a certain faculty member who had never heard of the color before.

I, Mary "Liz" Schantz, do hereby will and bequeath my house near the school to anyone who is so forgetful that he needs to run home nearly every noon-hour and my debating ability to Rick Beving who loves to argue especially with the teachers.

I, Karla Snyder, do hereby will and bequeath my talent in conversation to Loyce Harms, my determination to sell the most tickets to Marlys Werkman, and my ability in dribbling and passing the basketball to Jill Jaspers.

I, Doris Stahl, do hereby will and bequeath my pairs of high heel shoes to anyone who doesn't mind being a few inches taller than anyone else and my desk in bookkeeping to anyone who will enjoy the subject as much as I did.

I, Darlys Starr, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to lose my purse to Janice Schmidt who is never seen without her's and my ability to get to school on time to Pam Ammann who never seems to quite make it.

I, Kenneth "Terf" Terfehn, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to golf to Dickie Lindaman who has a hard time breaking seventy and my ability to make short, soft passes in basketball to Darla Meyer who wouldn't think of it.

I, Eileen Toeset, do hereby will and bequeath my locker on the top row to any short girl who wants to get her daily exercise while getting her books.

I, Larry Van Deest, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to pole vault to Sonny Meyer who hasn't had the experience, as of yet, to sprain his ankle in an extremely rotten pit; and my '54 Chevy to Terry Geerdes who wouldn't know what to do with all that power.

I, Sherryl "Sherry" Weichers, do hereby will and bequeath my habit of wearing hose with runs in them to Glenda Haupt who wouldn't even think of it. Also, my ability to talk quietly to Bev Heikens who can't seem to talk below a beller.

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